Feb 15th

I’ve heard that there are people out there who enjoy having their photograph taken.   I am most definitely NOT one of those people.  Which begs the question: why did I agree to take part in a photography project for a friend, one that is now on show? 

A friend of a friend is a photographer and she needed subjects for her project on compassion fatigue.   I like helping people (= I have problems saying no to people when they ask for help) so I went along one evening to watch a rather harrowing video over and over, about 15 times, all the while being filmed.    And since that was last year, I had forgotten all about it until an email inviting me to the opening popped into my inbox last week.   And holy moly, my picture is on the exhibition poster.  I got a massive fright.  

 Here it is: 

I missed opening night, but I'm hoping to head along today for a look.  I imagine it will be quite strange, seeing myself in print on a wall in a gallery.  

You can read more about the exhibition here, and if you look very carefully you'll find the most hilarious photo of me pulling a rather unflattering face.