One Extreme to Another

So, I did a show two weeks ago that was, um, less than spectacular. I wasn't very prepared. My stock was thin, for one thing, especially compared to another photographer who had bins and bins of prints for customers to browse. Plus, I suffer from not having easily recognizable images. I have a few of the area where I was, but none of them sold. Hmm...


What I was told by a number of people was that I was doing the wrong kind of show. That I would do much better at a show in a bigger town, not a small tourist community in the mountains. That I should do shows in Utica, Syracuse, Rochester. That my work -- mostly macros and abstracts -- would sell better in those places. Maybe they're right.


Still, I wasn't happy with my effort for this show, and was feeling a bit desperate to cap off the weekend on a good note. Luckily, the sunset was throwing beautiful colors across the Moose River.

Feeling better, I poured myself into restocking for the next show, including many newer images. The show is this weekend, and I'm nearly done with all the framing and matting. I've ordered these nifty rack cards, advertising my restoration services, and I've written an artist statement to post at the show (apparently, people actually read them and feel more inclined to buy when they know a little about you. Go figure!) So, from doing the bare minimum for one show, to going all out for the next show, I've been experiencing some extremes, from complacency to andrenaline.

Meanwhile, I've also been playing around with some new abstracts. I suppose it's a far cry from the Moose River landscapes in terms of style, but you could make the point that they look like landscapes themselves. In a way, all these images are part of the bigger picture, isn't it? Just like these extreme mood swings. Huh, that's something to ponder.

As always, these and many more can be seen at my online gallery: www.foothillspix.com. Thanks for reading,

G