DREW WILEY
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Hi Michael - a perfect photo? That is like a purrrrfect ball of yarn the cat got ahold of. (I was just playing with the kitten and some string outside.) There are many potential ways to either tango or tangle with that concept. I once had a pricey gallery owner tell me he wasn't interesting in anything unless it evidenced some kind of flaw - that is, eccentricity or odd mentality. He refused to look at my portfolio, and in his gallery he featured images like Mortensen concocted. But I came back several months later in disguise, with torn up jeans and my hair green and spiky, looking like a serious "artiste". I was also deliberately rude to him this time - everyone knows all real artistes are alcoholic rebels (or potheads today). He offered me a show without ever even seeing my work. So it was my turn to refuse him. I can't stand that kind of air-headed mentality.
There was also classic work in that gallery. He had quite a few Wynn Bullock contact prints, for example - a very skilled printmaker. And he eventually put two and two together and offered me a showing as long as it could be billed as a Cibachrome exhibit, which was still relatively novel. Nope, I wouldn't go for that either. Novelty for sake of novelty is equally air-headed. What really polarized me was walking into their back room, where framing was done. I always did my own framing. There, lying around the floor under a leaky roof were rare prints by Manuel Alverez Bravo, water-stained. After that experience, I learned to always first check the back room and insurance policy of an gallery I was interested in doing business with. More than half flunked. One man's "perfect print" is another man's opportunity to quickly ruin it.
There was also classic work in that gallery. He had quite a few Wynn Bullock contact prints, for example - a very skilled printmaker. And he eventually put two and two together and offered me a showing as long as it could be billed as a Cibachrome exhibit, which was still relatively novel. Nope, I wouldn't go for that either. Novelty for sake of novelty is equally air-headed. What really polarized me was walking into their back room, where framing was done. I always did my own framing. There, lying around the floor under a leaky roof were rare prints by Manuel Alverez Bravo, water-stained. After that experience, I learned to always first check the back room and insurance policy of an gallery I was interested in doing business with. More than half flunked. One man's "perfect print" is another man's opportunity to quickly ruin it.
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