Stacking it high
Guess what I’ve gone and done?
I’ve gone and added ANOTHER crazy project to my already precariously-balanced tower of projects… something that would be fine if I was any kind of ORGANISED person. Sadly, I am not. I think the word for me is ENTHUSIASTIC. And then (when the occasion warrants) slightly PANICKY.
The owner of a local pub approached me some time ago to hold an exhibition of my photos there. Now this pub is not any pub, and she is not any publican. She is an artist, whose images are splashed throughout the pub (on canvas) and ON the pub itself. I promise I will share pics soon of it’s incredible cloak of colour…
And I thought… what the heck? How hard can it be? You know… I’ve already got the photos… all I have to do is:
1) choose some images
2) get them printed
3) organise some frames
4) find someone to launch the thing
5) maybe decorate a room at a pub…
Yeah. Colour me STUCK on that first task… do you KNOW how many hours you can spend getting lost in your photo archive? That would be DAYS, people…
Luckily I had my trusty framer (and cousin Em) to crack the whip on me… forcing me to decide on a selection of just over 30 images. (From THOUSANDS of the suckers – it very nearly killed me.)
Want a sneak peek?
I will have a black-and-white series, including this wee heart-breaker…
A bird series, including my mother’s all-time favourite egret photo…
A ‘Wild and Whacky’ series including these bizarre creatures…
Of course, there had to be a little horse action…
Of course there are many more, but I might save a few for the actual exhibition…got to have some surprises up my sleeve!
Somehow I have managed to tick of my other chores, with Queensland Country Life General Manager John Warlters officially launching the exhibition. (I may have to shout him a rum or two, to make that trip worthwhile!) I admit I have dreams about drowning in miles of hessian and dotted with old cream cans and such, so think maybe Chore #5 will take a bit of wrassling.
One thing which I did initially struggle with, was what to call my exhibition. I did come up with an idea (while mustering one day and mulling the folly of my new project) … here was my thought process:
Really, the hero of my images is pretty much always ‘The Bush’.
I often have no idea what I am doing (Getting Bushed).
And I am pretty much always knackered (or just plain Bushed).
And you know, I have this blog called… well, you know.
So there it is.
So if you happen to be in the area this Saturday night, I would really love you to drop by and introduce yourself.
All details on the launch of my Bush’d exhibition here.
See you on the other side of a whole lot of hessian and hanging.