I wrote this post to reveal the extreme that the "male as provider" and "female as provided-for" relationship can become. I did not run this post while I was gathering my subjects for this series. I only responded to ads, never posting my own.

Mutually Beneficial was a journey for me in a way no other series has been. My previous work was ultimately about the subjects: I only served as a connection point to a world that many viewers had not necessarily considered before seeing my work. Of course Mutually Beneficial is about my six Internet friends and their search for companionship, but, in a very real way, it is also about me finding what I didn't even know I was looking for.

When I began work on Mutually Beneficial, I was creating around the idea of artists selling themselves instead of their work. From finding themselves a sugar daddy to taking a day job they hate, artists compromise themselves too often. And their actions allow society to discount the importance of artists. To the detriment of both, the community and its dreamers fall away from one another.

Mutually Beneficial takes to task the common phrase "for love or money": why can't it be "for love AND money"? What does it say about our society that we have a phrase to so aptly name people's frustration with their careers, whether they are in the arts or any other field? Mutually Beneficial was about evaluating what I am willing to do to follow my dream.

By August 2005, I had gathered plenty of data about what an artist might do in order to survive; I had explored the world of Internet dating and modern gender roles to my satisfaction. My goal had been to persuade five men to sit for me, and I had just interviewed the fifth. I would not be painting the beaus until winter. In other words, by late summer, I was done with Mutually Beneficial for the time being. Or so I thought...

I came across this post in the artists' forum on Craig's List. I responded, pointing the poster to my website. We met one afternoon and talked for hours, until both our stomachs were grumbling, starving artists indeed. Surprising myself and him, I invited him home for dinner.
For a month, we took each other on adventures around the city--"adventures," I insisted, but they were dates.
On one such adventure towards the beginning of that fall, we kissed.

Before I initiated these many Internet encounters, I already knew I didn't need a man to support me financially. I didn't need it, and I didn't want it.
But it was not until I met this man, David, that I understood that I do need a man to support me both emotionally and in my work. I need another artist, another dreamer to support me in my work. I need him.