Imagine Gallery

As a total departure from the last post I thought that I would show something totally different.

Me.

Well not actually me but some of the things that I do.

For a very long time I have felt very frustrated that I am not creating anything , or contributing anything of my own to the gallery [although in the next few weeks I do intend to play once again with clay].

But this isn't totally true as occasionally I do take photographs, most of the time it is to capture

pictures of different art that is shown in the gallery.

Lots of the time artists supply their own images which makes it a lot easier but every now and again I am told "you're a photographer, can you take pictures for me".

Once a potter even came in with three boxes of pots and said "I want you to photograph these for me as I need good pictures as I am applying to enter the C.P.A.

Why would I want to do that?

They weren't even going to come here to the gallery, plus I hated them.

Finding it hard to say no [don't ask me why] I spent a long time on taking pictures then about two weeks later called the potter to tell her that I had something ready.

Two days later she arrived, looked at them and told me that they weren't good enough.

I politely pointed out that I didn't need to be doing this and had other things that I would

be spending my time on rather [so far I had spent two whole days on these pictures].

" I want them done again", she told me.

I pointed out to her that firstly I wasn't a photographer and secondly she was wasn't paying for them.

"but I thought that this is what you do".

Suffice to say both she and her rubbish pots left the gallery very swiftly.

However she was accepted as a member at the C.P.A. [Crafts person Potters Association].

But as I was told by a "famous" potter.

"They accept anyone now, once it used to mean something".

Anyway, getting back to my photographs and talking about me

[what could be more interesting]?

I do take photograph's and always have done since my childhood.

In fact I remember as a sixteen year old being questioned by my headmaster when I left school,

"tell me Foley what are you going to do with your life"?

"I'm going to be a photographer, Sir".

I'm not and never will be but sometimes I still enjoy taking photographs.

They give me pleasure and I do it "because they make me feel good".

Which is a line made famous by John Voight in one of my favourite films "Midnight Cowboy".

I seem to be getting "off track" a little, but I am enjoying thinking about the past.

So, yes I do take pictures and on occasions I hang one on the wall here.

To my surprise every now and again they sell, which makes me tempted to show more but that would defeat the whole purpose of having a gallery, so maybe about four pictures appear here each year.

I really hope not for ego purposes [but it is hard to be sure] but because I think they might be good enough for inclusion. It is hard to be objective when it is something of your own, but I ask myself the same question I ask others who approach me.

"Do you think that it will work alongside the other work on show"?

Some of my pictures do some don't, but as they were just taken for "me" it doesn't matter when I reject myself.

However, lots of my pictures get used as book covers.

There is absolutely no money in it but it is fun when I visit a supermarket and look through the book section to every now and again see one of my pictures on a cover.

I feel like saying to other shoppers "see that book? I did that".

How shallow can I get? But sometimes it is fun.

So recently I had a call asking

"could you do a cover of a book about Anne Boleyn, if you can could it be quick as there is no time available"?

They mailed me a picture of an old painting with the brief:

to look like this painting, but we want her with lots of pearls, it is to have a dark background including a sinister looking man".

Considering that I was leaving to travel across the country 24 hours later I should have said no,

but ego is a funny old thing [or big thing] so I said yes.

The next day had me dressing up my long suffering daughter in different wigs and costumes,

driving around different locations [churches and Tudor houses] and getting different people to be involved.

Many hours and late at night [four hours before I was due to travel] I had a completed picture.

it wasn't perfect but it fitted the description, so I sent it off.

Next day [and three hundred miles away] I received a mail telling me it was "fantastic".

Now I could look forward to seeing it in a few months time on a bookshelf somewhere.

"That was Fun", were my thoughts.

Wrong!

On returning home I had a call telling me that the publisher now had more time and wanted the picture taken again.

This time could I have a "glamorous" female, after all Anne was beautiful [what about that painting], and this time showing more cleavage, more make up, and forget the dark background lighten it up more cheerful and lose that strange man in the background.

"Duh".

After a long conversation which basically amounted to me saying

"I don't do tits"

the agent and I parted company.

Two days later I received a call from a publisher asking "have you any pictures that we could use for a historical non fiction book about Anne Boleyn"?

Yes! [punching a fist in the air] a result.

One of the "out takes" of Rebecca is now going to be appearing shortly in a shopping mall near you.

If you see it don't bother buying it as we get no money, but it was fun all the same.

So I thought that I would show you a few of my pictures that have created a little interest in the past.

The rejected "unglamorous picture" and the cover that is coming out.

Shown at the bottom.

I'm sorry about this little diversion I will return to the gallery tomorrow.