When your APPA prints bomb
Today is the day after the end of the Australian Professional Photography Awards for 2012 (APPA) and I’m sure there are a few sore heads and maybe some broken hearts out there. APPA print judging is a tense three days, where masterful photographic peers scrutinise thousands of entries in categories such as travel, landscape, fine art, portrait (environmental and open), family and wedding among a few others. Last year I entered two prints and was awarded one silver (80-84) and I don’t remember what the other one got, copper, I think? This year I again entered two prints, one that was marginal and one that I poured my heart into and had high hopes for. In retrospect, this was perhaps an unwise level of expectation to set – especially when they utterly bombed.
Thanks to a sleepless night courtesy of my bogan neighbours partying until 7am I just couldn’t back up to the ‘Wrap Up’ party at the Rah Bar after three long days of volunteering. Believe it or not, the whole thing runs on the sweat and tears of volunteers and while I moan about my three days, some of the print handlers were up to day nine or more and the APPA Committee members were already months in. So I’ll shut up about my three days.
Coupled with seeing my prints completely bomb and worrying about my little dog being unwell I just couldn’t put on a happy face and show up to party. I’m not a machine, I have feelings – and wounded pride – like a lot of other entrants (notably Documentary and Portrait Open entrants), I feel your pain. When you are awarded what we call a ‘copper’ (under 78), tin (under 70) or plastic award (anything else, and yes there were some) it hurts. Hurts like someone just stole your playlunch, gave you a Chinese burn or drank the last of your 10 year old malt. There is nothing anyone can say that makes it feel better. You know it won’t kill you but it still doesn’t tickle. It’s hard to avoid talking about having bombed because everyone close to you knows you’ve entered and the third thing out of the mouths of all your photography friends after ‘hello’ and ‘did you enter?’ is ‘how’d you go?’. When you bomb, it’s the question you dread. The elephant in the room. I tend to quickly say, “I got a couple of coppers. How about you?’ and change the topic just as quickly. As fast as I can really.
Make no mistake, award entry work is not your Mama’s snapshots and nor is it work considered every day professional practise. It’s a whole other level of creativity and skill. You do have to be in it to win it, and a level of mastery should be expected and subsequently awarded so I’m not going to stick the boot in to some of the work that looked like it was created by a 12 year old, in power point, and picked up silver because I saw some equally breath-taking images that had done well at the State Awards last month get taken down a peg or two. As a very skilled Master and judge (who also picked up a few coppers this year) said to me, you have 10 seconds to make an impact and tell a story when that print turns around to the judges. And so that’s what I’ll concentrate on for next year.
So now that I’ve had a solid 12hrs of sleep, self-medicated with wine and chocolate I can still confirm that nothing makes your pride hurt any less. Which is why I turned to a cathartic blog post, less calories for a start, and I knew I wouldn’t be the only one crying into my latte this morning! I’m going to the Gala Dinner tonight to see the winners in each category announced and the overall Professional Photographer of the Year get crowned. Which means I have exactly six hours left to put on a happy face. For now, I don’t want to talk about my copper award winning images. At least, not yet.
A big thank you to Belinda from Copy Write Matters for being my zombie model and Master Photographer and friend Craig Wetjen from Photography by Design for final editing and printing advice.
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If you think about copper in old school terms …. you actually probably got a distinction (75+) or a credit. Both very credible scores! And lets face it, if there was a gong for costume design your zombie-esque Marie Antoinette would be awarded gold!!
Thanks darl! There were many sleepless nights, trawling of e-bay and pricking of fingers to get that ‘effing costume right!
I am so glad that I read this post of yours, Louise. I didn’t know there were names for the awards below silver, I quite like that
I came out of the APPAs with three coppers, it seems!
I entered this award ‘season’ as a total newbie, a first year emerging member without even any concept of what the standards or criteria are like. While I fully realised – with my brain, at least – that it would be stupid to approach it as anything other than a learning experience, it has been an insanely emotional rollercoaster! And then the print critique night at the AIPP just before the APPA entries closed left me feeling like it didn’t matter if you got a silver at the VPPYs, the images were still crap. Kind of full on.
Being at the APPAs on Sunday and reading this blog post have both together helped me get my head around it! I feel ok about it all now
I hope you had a great night at the Gala thingy 

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Oh Danielle, your comment makes my heart smile! I wrote this post – LOUD AND PROUD – because I watched all the low scores from behind the scenes and knew there would be some newbies in pain out there! It’s time to OWN our coppers and just get better and better in the years to come. I had a great time at the Gala, perhaps a little *too* great…
Hey hang in there it takes hard work so remain persistent and focus on the positive. James Harvie