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'Neglected Fruitbowl' M.Sinnott 2016

I have been meaning to organise myself an exhibition for years.
It seemed too complicated and remote to contemplate. I remember how much organisation and work it takes to do and it put me off. I have finally given the idea my serious attention and have organised a

'Open House' Exhibition from October 28th.November 5th 2016.

I used to be into ceramics but..
It was impractical for me to continue after the birth of my son. Traditional Crafts filled the gap up until the growth of the Internet and Digital Art became my focus. I have worked since then to improve my Digital Photography skills. The Exhibition therefore will be made up of Photographic Prints and Displays.

I have spent the last six weeks searching my vast library of Photos for favourite pictures in their 'Raw' format.I t's been a bleary, eye straining journey trawling through hard drives. I made numerous mental notes to clean up my filing habits along the way and I now have enough good work to fill two Rooms and the Hallway.

There will be a Room devoted to my Flower Images. I'm going to be trying very hard to avoid it could looking like an annex of Ikea Prints. The main room will be Pictures of London, from an 'East End' viewpoint. Here the 'Picture Postcard' element will be contrasted with my Art Photography. The Hallway will be displaying Portraits of People and Objects. So I now have a stack of printing and mounting to do., which I am looking forward to starting today.

TODAY: I am printing and mount my first exhibit. it's a small print, to test the technique, as will be mounting most of the work onto Board, and sealing them with a protective film.

If anyone reads this and wishes to see my work, you can view some of my better pictures here: Michelle Sinnott Photography

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