100

A century.

A Franklin.

A hundo.

I was getting ready for a little private art party I was having last night and for some reason I decided to get on my scale. Odd really, I usually only do that in the morning when I get up and I don’t really do it that often anyway, but I knew I was getting close to a weight loss milestone and I just decided to see how close I was.

100.

Yeah I’ve lost 100.

It was a nice way to start the evening.

I’ve been facing a few personal challenges lately, some of them testing me pretty good, but this one is one that I’ve been successful at and I’m really happy about it.

The party was thrown for me by M who has spent the last month and a half planning and calling and arranging with all the people you have to do when you plan something like that. It was just basically for family and friends. And it was nice to have them over at my place and look at photographs I had made in the last 15 years or so.

It’s nights like that when I really feel how full my life has been. Not perfect certainly, but full of the warmth of really good friends. Friends who are so supportive and so protective of me that it really humbles me.

I won’t forget that night. It was wonderful.

These photos are from a recent shoot with Frances. I’ve really been enjoying shooting with her the past few months. I feel like with her I’m really breaking some new creative ground. She’s been generous and willing to take that leap of faith – the leap that I appreciate these days more than ever.

The second is one of my favorite images of all time. It’s the kind of photograph I look at now and know it will still be one of my favorites in ten years. I was trying to come up with a way to really blend fashion and my art. To make a true Billy Sheahan image that was as much about fashion as it was about my philosophy of what great art does to me. I think we succeeded!

And as last night wore on and the party guests began to make their farewells, I looked around my space and all the art on the wall at the end of the party. I told a few friends I was sitting with that without the selfless giving of my subjects to me of their time and literally their bodies, my walls would be so much more empty.

And frankly, so would my life and reason for being.

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