Over the nine years or since the Big Garden and Croft blog started, we have occasionally posted contributions by our daughter Becky – mostly her photography, and from her time here in Uist, either visiting us or managing the place whilst we’ve both been away (in Navarra, starting August 2017).
An exception was to highlight her work recording derelict hill farms and cottages in mid-Wales (a phenomenon that corresponds to the numerous derelict croft houses in Uist). You might do worse than revisit that June 2017 post, Deserted ; but why not return to that later, after this …
More recently, Becky increasingly uses models and costumes together with the location to create imaginative narratives that draw the viewer in. We believe that, in this, Becky is finding her groove in life : with additional constructive criticism she might be emboldened to break through lingering barriers of self-doubt, and throw herself more fully, more freely, into her art … but in a way that will reach more people, gain wider recognition, and – frankly – earn an income that reflects her talent.
On this occasion, and with Becky’s permission, we’re going to feature this photo : which seems to us to be almost faultlessly composed ; and though entirely contrived (other than the location – which is entirely as-found), it’s an image that appeals to our credulity. We want to believe it is for real – and we choose our own narrative. Indeed, it was because everyone seemed so keen to share their own interpretation, that we thought : that’s what art does!* J > The title is my own, which came to me just before I was about to publish this post with quite a different title.
Tomorrow, we’ll return to the subject of Queenie v Primrose.