Anyway, last night I went to my first portfolio showing. It was an interesting experience and I still need to work on my language skills to better fit in. However, I am starting to think about how portfolios go together; how colours tell a story and implementing narrative through photographs in a way I hadn't earlier. It's interesting to see what other people find interesting about my work.
I have an annoying tendency to talk down my music stuff in "arty" audiences. It's very easy to be self-deprecating as it's not carefully planned, meticulously executed art - it's about mood, energy and moment. Does that make it less valuable? Still, I picked up some compliments - but the cynic in me suggests that that is just because it's the thing to do. I guess now I have to see if I am invited to another one.
Being mostly embarrassed by my presentation I've of course thrown money at the problem and have ordered some more prints with a plan to show groups of photos together with a greater sense of coherence. How well this will work I don't know yet, but I'm becoming more and more keen on prints. Which is especially odd because a number of people were exhibiting work "on laptop" rather than "in print" and I normally pride myself on being near the cutting edge.
Then I didn't go to badminton and instead mused on how far I've come; how far I have to go; and played some more Battle for Middle Earth.