Today I was out at the Mill on the Fleet taking down the "Staring Back" exhibition.
Comments left in the visitor's book included, "a strong argument against plastic surgery!", "powerful work with fascinating text to accompany!", and "I think you are so fantastic".
Admitedly the last one of those was from my daughter, Meg, but I think her viewpoint has a certain validity...
How successful it was in promoting my portrait photography will be discovered over the coming months, but it was a superb experience and I gained a huge amount out of it. Not least the realisation that despite the CFS, if I’m really focused and organised I can still make things happen – something to try and remember during the times when the extreme tiredness overwhelms and makes me feel it’s impossible to accomplish anything.
Almost as much as the exhibition itself, I have to say I am really pleased with the book. There is something so deeply psychologically satisfying having a book in my hands that I created myself. And it is, of course, a great memento for me in a way that a ring-binder with poly-pockets can never match.
Quite what I do with all the mounted images now is uncertain. I guess I have a ready-made exhibition available should anyone want one. Will need to think about that at some point
The talk I gave on Faces, Portraits and Photoshop last week was very well received. As well as talking about how we can change the mood of a portrait purely by how we move the light and shadows, I had the laptop rigged up to a projector to show how easily faces are manipulated in Photoshop. At one point, as I was removing some bags under the eyes, I heard a gasp of amazement, and I knew I had the audience captured.
The annual open studio event across SW Scotland over the bank-holiday weekend was hectic as always, although numbers were slightly down this year compared to last. With the build up to the event taking over all thoughts for several weeks, the sudden stop inevitably feels weird, and the subsequent comedown will leave us all feeling a little emotionally wobbly for the rest of the week.
A nice surprise bonus, however, was our friend Kerry sold a couple of framed prints of mine when she opened her house as a gallery and café over the weekend (Balmaghie Church and Rascarrel Bay – see 2009 in photographs)