Tippy

Here is The Shard brought into my studio and laid on its side on a beanbag.  Everything is in a big cloud chamber.  I then fired a Beta particle at it with one hand and released the shutter with another. My free hand wasn't at work that day. Never is.

I had just been round the Tate's Klee show with Claudia. I didn't care much for the way Paul Klee gave all his paintings a title; they prescribed a figurative interpretation. 

Half way round I stopped looking at the titles but later found them unusually helpful in identifying the paintings we wanted to talk about. Doh. Perhaps it's worth giving this language thing another try?

I have immediately decided to begin a new period in which I give my new photos a title.

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Postscript:

Hundreds* have written to me to ask 'So what happened to the Beta particle after this photograph was taken?' Well, moments later the Shard shot out its incredibly prehensile tongue and eat it. But the sudden movement upset The Shard's balance and it rolled off the beanbag and into some milk.

* of particles of all shapes and sizes and spin.