Just read "Crispin's Model" by Max Gladstone. If you stumble upon this text, it is good. Maybe you will find yourself in the letters. Sitting in front of a camera. Building that connection between the model and the artist. But is there more behind such work? Is there more behind the pixels of caught light? Maybe an another world? Are the pictures really just static moments of the past or just data on the hard disk? And who is the real artist, you or the photographer? And are you sure that it is your picture or is that an another person?
