Last week, I wrote about the #LEGOEaster photo contest. I talked about LEGO potentially finding you through the contest and maybe wanting to use your photos. This week, I was reminded of this happening when an email inviting me to participate in the LEGO Star Wars Days at LEGOLAND® again landed in my inbox.
One of the features of the LEGO Star Wars Days is a Fan Gallery, where LEGOLAND® host photographers from around the world that specialize in LEGO Star Wars. Participants are asked to send 6-8 photos that are shown alongside other LEGO photographers from around the world. At the end of the event, all the photos are raffled off to visitors. That’s cool! My photos might be hanging on the wall of a STAR Wars LEGO fan somewhere in the world.Continue reading Shooting Star [Wars]
As John Williams’ Cantina Band started to play through the speakers, I twisted the top off a well-earned beer, sinking back into the couch to take in the scene. All the dramas, hiccups and stresses subsided as I took in what we’d achieved.
Christoffer’s (@east_mountain) triptych adorned the main wall opposite the entrance to the gallery; a fitting place for a wonderful piece. As I sank into the couch below sipping my beer, with the bucket divided into three over me, we both looked out on the walls filled with photographs of LEGO; photos by Christoffer and I, our children and our two mates.
Sarah from a Gallery in Preston laid out a table of her own LEGO for visitors to play with. People mingled, snapped bricks, reminisced, shared childhood memories of plastic and chatted.
Sean (@theshortnews) and his wife Maria arrived bearing gifts. Something that didn’t surprise me coming from these two lovely people. What did surprise me was the flowers and chocolates (if you look carefully you can see them in the shot above) were from Shelly! Shelly, thank you! Sean and Maria, thank you! This was such a lovely gesture.
I cannot thank Sarah enough for everything she did. Yes, that’s still her name, and yes, that’s her in the pineapple outfit.
Around forty people walked through the gallery door; friends, familiar faces, familiar names, familiar usernames, new faces and new names.
Little pink stickers below my kids’ and Christoffer’s kid’s photos brought on a sense of pride in me that is indescribable. Seeing their faces as they saw stickers placed below their photos by Sarah is something I’ll never forget. Those expressions didn’t dwindle, even as the pink stickers doubled, even tripled, in the case of one of their photos.
The night flew by in a blur.
I wish it didn’t.
I mentioned last post, that sometimes words fall short. This is again one of those times.
I wish I had the words to thank all the people who supported and encouraged me. I wish I had the words to thank everyone who attended opening night. If only I had the words to show my gratitude to Sarah for everything she did. I wish there were words to describe how good the jaffle and beer were we had at the bar across the road after the gallery closed. And I wish I could find the words to thank Christoffer for sharing these gallery walls with me.
Sometimes, words fall short. Sometimes, they fail to sum up emotions. This is one of those times.
The lead up to the exhibition opening this weekend had drained me; both physically and mentally. In the weeks leading up, I’d poured so much into it, I had nothing left in the tank. I couldn’t muster the motivation to shoot LEGO for Instagram (even with new Rogue One sets built and begging to be photographed. I’ve struggled to find words for this blog. I even made to trip up to A Gallery In Preston with a cloud of disinterest and indifference hanging over me. Continue reading Pins and Neatness
AliceinCleveland’s post Doctor Photostein’s Monster about revisiting past photos struck a nerve of late. AliceinCleveland wrote about returning to photos and bringing them back to life through re-editing. I’ve returned to some of my earlier photos, well, more the ideas behind the photos, to reshoot them for the exhibition. Continue reading Reimagined re:image
And with that seemingly insignificant click of the keyboard, all my photos are sent to the printers for the exhibition. I was kind of hoping for some sort of fanfare, or maybe some streamers and balloons to burst out of the laptop, however, I’ll happily accept the feeling of relief and the chance for my life to return to somewhat normality. Continue reading Sip-A-To-Do-List
With less than a week until the printing deadlines, the looming exhibition again is all I’ve had time for this week.
So, please, indulge me as I regale you with the past week’s undertakings.
I sit and wait until that moment arrives I’m so excited that I tingle inside Regurgitator – Miffy’s Simplicity
There’s been emails. So many emails. Last minute ramblings, in the vague hope that the recipients will be able to decipher my manic garble, and respond with clarification. Continue reading Nice guys finish aghast
I guess I’ve been afforded the luxury of posting images on Instagram with accompanying words. Heck, the words were what dictated my shots when I first started posted. Silly little puns. Silly little puns, with a silly little photo to accompany them. Continue reading Exhibition ammunition
For those of you playing along at home, you’ll remember I recently came to terms with the fact that I am a toy photographer and that what I do, toy photography, might actually be perceived as a form of art by others.