There is something quite calming about remaining anonymous whilst observing people critique your work.
White Night was bursting with so much choice that Ros O’Gorman and I hadn’t intended to go the Music, Melbourne + Me exhibition – we had already wondered through a few times over its three month run – after all we had our photos up on the walls of Room 4: The Venue Room – Sticky Carpets.
However, as we left Amanda Palmer’s Ninja Gig, a friend sent a text congratulating me on the “killer exhibition” and my “awesome photos of sweaty rock stars” and saying they even had to “queue to get in the gallery”. Another friend sent a text saying he “gave up queuing after half an hour”. Queues?! We were intrigued.
Our brief for this exhibition was heartfelt. The Exhibition Consultant asked for photos that illustrated the connection between the venue, the performer and the audience. Basically, the soul of a gig.
Both Ros and I loved the final choices made by the Curator of the exhibition. It was encouraging to have this corroborated on White Night.
Though always encouraging (please don’t stop) hearing praise from a partner/friend/colleague/acquaintance, it is somewhat more reassuring hearing it from strangers who were unaware of our presence – or maybe we were lucky to have witnessed the courteous 1am crowd 🙂
Whatever the case, I was content being a voyeur this White Night.
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