Here’s a selection of reviews from my recent show at the Third Floor Gallery. The opinions range from the positive to the opaque to the downright scathing, which goes to show again that you can’t expect and shouldn’t attempt to please everyone.
When I was first starting out in photography, every negative comment used to nag away at me until I realised that this was the artistic equivalent of high school dating, another pursuit involving aspiration, rejection and failure that I could easily relate to. Back then, it was always easier to brush off the girls with questionable taste: “you don’t like me? And you ended up dating that guy?! Have fun with that, frankly I’m relieved to be in your reject pile!” As always though, the truly distressing dismissals were from the pretty, funny and brainy girls who just wouldn’t give you the time of day when all you wanted to do was to share a Big Mac and play Streetfighter II with them. Well ok, maybe Streetfighter II was part of the problem… and yeah, you really wanted to play more than just that, which was maybe another part of the problem… but anyway, I digress.
(But even though I disagree with it, major kudos for the negative review. I have huge respect for anyone who’s willing to tell-it-like-they-think-it-is!)
“Devoid of meaning”
“More suited to a Greenpeace campaign poster”
“After a while it leaves you feeling underwhelmed, and even bored”
Intelligent and insightful, but I have absolutely no idea if the reviewer loves or hates the work (personally, the pessimist in me leans toward the “if you have nothing good to say, don’t say anything” line of thinking).
And so the great dating wheel continues to turn…