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I do work from photographs....not exclusively, but mainly. I know that there are some people who really frown on the use of photos for reference, but for me a photo, especially a family one, has a very particular atmosphere. A photo is a record of a moment gone, a moment lost or frozen, which makes me feel wistful or sad about the subject, landscape or human. Photographs seen in this way function as a kind of memento mori, a reminder that life is short and a record of all the lost moments of that lifetime.
Oh, and photos stay still.....