{"id":1342,"date":"2016-10-10T07:02:37","date_gmt":"2016-10-10T11:02:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1342"},"modified":"2016-10-10T16:21:06","modified_gmt":"2016-10-10T20:21:06","slug":"focusing-important","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/focusing-important\/","title":{"rendered":"Focusing on the Important Things"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Robin\u201cSelling isn\u2019t the important thing,\u201d I said, \u201cI just want people to see my work.\u201d It was my first solo show as a photographer in Ithaca. The focus of the exhibit was death and grieving, reframing our views of these. Assuring myself the focal point of the event would be my artwork, not myself, I\u2019d chosen to wear a black dress and over-the-knee black boots to recede into the background. But I\u2019d put on the red beads my mother bought me, so I wouldn\u2019t vanish entirely. The red necklace was to keep guests from fixating on the tragedy of That Woman Whose Daughter Died. After all, the core of the show was supposed to be creativity and healing. If people couldn\u2019t see the forest from the trees, at least they might spot the joyful color of a fallen leaf.<\/p>\n

At the reception, after making the rounds of the fourteen huge photographs, people headed over to me one-by-one or in twos. Suddenly I was the center of attention. But I didn\u2019t know how to operate in the spotlight. I didn\u2019t know how to break off speaking with an individual or small group in order to be with the next. Guests waited patiently for me to get to them, and then they gave up and walked away. The couple of times I excused myself saying, \u201cOh, I need to give that person behind you a hug,\u201d it felt like cutting people off. And the few rare moments I stood alone, I was too shy to approach the strangers examining my work. I was entirely clueless in the art of mingling.<\/p>\n

A mother and daughter came through, stopping to study each piece. I wondered what the girl thought of my story and images. I wondered what the mother was saying. Several of the pictures were of my own daughter: Marika as a baby. Marika at age four, at nineteen. We had never attended a show centered on death. Maybe if Marika and I had seen an exhibit like this we\u2019d have had a discussion about dying.<\/p>\n

Beyond the friends talking to me, the mother and daughter I didn\u2019t know were ready to leave. I wanted to greet them, thank them for coming. Maybe I could answer a question, or ask which piece they liked best.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t stop them. But I stood there wishing and hoping my photos would start a conversation between them. Focusing on life and death. The important things.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So \u2013 does anyone have any tips for how to circulate when you\u2019re in the spotlight?<\/em><\/p>\n

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