“True craftsmanship”

“True craftsmanship”

The shoot started like any other – professional, focused, yet relaxed. But at some point I felt this crackle in the air, this desire for something unusual. Why not step out of line a little? With a cheeky smile, I grabbed the brush and dipped it in the bright red paint. Without saying a word, I began to paint my naked body.

At first it was just small lines – on my arms, my legs, then across my back. It almost felt like a dance, the cold paint on my warm skin, the stroke of the brush, the small trail of red I left behind. Completely naked and free, I simply let my creativity run its course. The photographer watched me curiously, his camera always at the ready, and just smiled when I finally asked him: “Do you want to join in?”

Without hesitation, he took the brush and drew a perfect, red line along my spine. The touch was cool, the movement precise, almost pleasurable. “Well, that’s an effort!” I laughed as he applied the brush again and conjured up another pattern on my back. We were both suddenly in a kind of creative frenzy, and a normal shoot turned into a game of color, skin and laughs.

But then I had an idea – one of those cheeky, impulsive ideas that you just can’t ignore. I dipped my palm deep into the red paint, turned slightly and slapped it on my bottom with a strong, teasing clap. The loud plop echoed through the room and I burst out laughing. The photographer stared in surprise for a moment before bursting into the same laughter. “That’s pure art!” he exclaimed, capturing the moment with his camera.

The red handprint on my hip immediately became the star of the afternoon. We both couldn’t stop laughing as he kept capturing new angles to perfectly showcase the print. From then on, everything was fair game: colors, chaos and most importantly, fun. It was as if this little moment had simply washed away all inhibitions and every plan.

At the end of the day, we looked at the pictures – the lines, the patterns, and of course that cheeky handprint that looked like a trademark. I grinned and said: “That’s what I call real handiwork!” The motif actually became a minor success later on. It shows me again and again that the best things often come from spontaneous whims – from courage, from cheekiness and from the pure fun of life.