Being a curator (like every other job) would have its ups and downs but today I’ve seen and experienced 3/4 of the extent of it. Today has been long but thankfully rewarding. I spent the day setting up our little photo exhibition opening (which went smoothly if you wanted to know). Despite turning up late and missing out on ALL the food (thanks to a pretty good turn out), I managed to score myself an award which was totally unexpected if you ask me. You know those situations where they’re handing out awards and in the back of your head your thinking, “Yeah, that definitely wont be me up there”? And sure enough I was. My photography lecturer/tutorer is nothing short of inspirational and I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up taking a photography degree after this 6 year degree.
I don’t know if any of you saw the World Press Photo exhibition recently but my work seemed rather empty compared to the issues in that. Sure its photojournalism and its completely a different field, but if I had the least bit of courage each and every one of those photographers had, I’d be content with myself. My memory fails me at this hour but I can recall someone asking one of those photojournalists how they don’t get emotionally involved? As in, how do you detach yourself from the context of war, pain, death, etc.? The answer was simple … that photographer cries in the darkroom.
Sorry if that was all a bit too much, although I think that’s just skimming the surface of a million thoughts running through my mind at the moment. Maybe I’ll continue it tomorrow.
Also, does anyone know how to convert tape/cassette to mp3?