One of the purposes of photography, at least for me, is to reduce the acquisition of random objects, particularly those I am tempted to buy purely because I want to draw them or put them in a story somehow. When these objects are both expensive and fragile, the incentive to just take a picture instead is even higher.
Which brings us to this china beast, which I saw at the antique and vintage object sale this past weekend. It is a most elegant china beast, seemingly equal parts fox and corgi and Egyptian style jackal, and it will surprise exactly no one that I coveted it immediately and intensely. If my beast had been on offer cheap at a garage sale, or if it had been made of wood or plastic or some other durable material, I doubt I would have been able to resist it. But this china beast is made of fine porcelain, with a price tag to match. I knew it would be wisest to leave it where it was rather than let it clutter up the studio, fill me with buyers’ remorse, and in due time leave a fragment of my heart in bits alongside it when it met with some kind of mishap.
So farewell, china beast. I miss you rather more than I thought I would, in spite of the photographs. How does a missed opportunity to own a wonderful china beast weigh against an image and a wise choice?