The World’s Most Boring Awards

Some of the 2012 IPPA National Photographic Awards trophies © Roger Overall 2012
This year’s IPPA National Photographic Awards were the dullest I’ve ever attended.
God, the evening was turgid.
It’s not that I was bored or that it wasn’t a well run event.
Quite the opposite.
I had good company on my table and engaging conversation.
There were lots of colleague photographers to talk shop with.
Great photographs were on show.
I even had a job to keep me occupied. I was tweeting and broadcasting audio snippets via AudioBoo on behalf of the association. I think we even started to trend on Twitter at one point. (How do you check that, by the way?)
Yet, it was still a snooze.
You see – I wasn’t in the running for anything. To be frank about it, that just made things… well, a bit like watching the Oscars really. All very nice and pleasant, a nice frock here and there, but from a selfish point of view a bit… “meh”.
In it to win it
In previous years, I’ve lamented the long wait between final submission to the awards and the announcements of the winners several months later at the gala dinner. Gradually, the tension would rise in the run up to the event, eventually reaching almost intolerable levels. It would almost drive me nuts. Certainly, my wife would be driven round the twist by my constant wondering how my photographs had fared.
Now I realize just how lucky I was to be in that position. It made me feel alive.
Deprived of the tension this year, I’ve come to appreciate just how much I revelled in it in the past. It’s a shameful thing to admit to, but there you are. That’s me. That’s how I’m wired, for better or for worse. I want to be part of the awards – down in the trenches competing, rather than on the sidelines.
Yes, it was great to have participated in the final judging process this year. I do recognize that honour.
Yet it didn’t give me the same satisfaction as scrapping it out with my colleagues over a piece of glass.
Sad, isn’t it?
Winning is bestowed, not earned
All of which leads me to a flash of the blindingly obvious.
The important people aren’t the winners of awards. They think they are. I know this first hand. When you win, you think the world, however briefly, revolves around you and your achievement. You’ve earned it.
This is nonsense. I see that now.
Winners are inconsequential compared to the people who really matter: those who organize the awards.
If it weren’t for the massive and unselfish effort put in by a relatively small group of people, there wouldn’t be an National Photographic Awards in Ireland. And no awards means no winners. I’m not saying this because I played a teeny weeny role in the past year’s process (and it really was miniscule), but because it is true.
We should take time to tip our hat to those who make it possible for their colleagues to win. Without them, there wouldn’t be a single “Award-winning Photographer”.
Bravo.





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