I'm in the TN Craft Fair this weekend, in Nashville at Centennial Park. They expect 45,000 people. I feel like the dog that caught the car and doesn't now know what to do with it. This is my first big show. My mind is asking me big show questions in the theme of “Furman, did you write a check with your mouth that your ass can't cash?” I'm tortured. What if: I don't sell anything, I sell everything, it rains, the credit card thing fails, I wear the wrong outfit, I meet a country music star and blurt out a goofy stream of thought ramble. Best not talk to famous people about growing ferns, building space ships, and making olive Rosemary bread – I have a tasty bread machine recipe. I do. I worry about the art show – fret and fuss. Will I bring enough snacks? Come and see me at tent A-74. I may need your help when the tent falls down.
Remarks by George Furman
These are the final moments of Andy Burgess as a bachelor. Waiting for his bride, as she waits for her greatest champion, her father riding in from the farthest reaches of the Kingdom to be at her wedding. All weddings start late, since the days of old. Grooms pass the time. Today, Andy rides a skateboard loaned to him by a college kid. As the board is passed there is an exchange of smiles. Andy's smile says “Thanks, man!” The kid's smile says “You are going to bust your ass.” Andy did not bust it, no comply, five times. If his bride could see him...
It turns out that - to my surprise- I have two honorable mentions at the Tokyo International Foto Awards out of 3,000 professional contestants. I thought I'd only received one. David Johnson, you own the first copy of this - good investment professor. I should have sold it for more... I accept cider tips at Father Tom's.
Here is my good news of the day. My first victory. There were 3000 professional international photographers and I placed at the top. I'm not the best photographer in the world, but I'm one of them. Placing at the top in Tokyo makes me hopeful for the big New York international competitions that get judged at the end of January.
Dear George Furman,
It is my great pleasure to inform you that your work has been awarded an Honorable Mention in the 1st TIFA Photo Awards 2016! This year was the first year for the Tokyo International Foto Awards (TIFA), and it was a majorly successful one at that. With over three thousands of submissions from over seventy countries, the judges certainly had their work cut out for them. The panel of professionals cast thousands of votes and the results are in.
An international jury panel of photography professionals judged entries by the following categories: Advertising, Architecture, Book, Editorial, Fine Art, Nature, People, Events, Science, Portfolio and Moving Images. TIFA asked each judge to use the same criteria when reviewing the photographs: originality, creativity, excellence of execution, and overall impact. The identity of all photographers is not shown during the voting process to ensure fairness and the integrity of the competition.
To find your TIFA HM Winner’s Certificate (PDF) and TIFA HM Winner's seal please login to your TIFA account xxxxxx click Winners section and use these materials to promote your winning works. TIFA will be sending a major press release announcing the winners in hope that your winning work will get the exposure it deserves.
You can check all TIFA’16 Winners
The 40 Main Category Winners will be exhibited in the end of February 2017 in Tokyo, venue and exact day will be announced shortly. All other winners will be projected on screen. To see the list of winners’ included in exhibition click
Congratulations on your great work!
I'm ready to stand trial. Turning 50 this week, I decided to see how my artwork holds up at international art competitions – top level. It's part of my mid-life crisis. I'm sensitive and hate to be judged, but he who dares wins, so I've entered the big game. You'd be doing me a tremendous favor to visit the link below and vote in my favor on the portfolio. It's quick, easy and invites a smile.
Have a beer, see George, go to bed... or have another beer.
George Furman is turning 50, that's the best reason to enjoy a Wednesday after work beer at his art show.
Red Silo Brewing Company, 18 W 1st St. Cookeville TN 38501
Wednesday, December 14,2016 5 PM - 9 PM
A Frenchman, a Chaplin, and a Marine Sergeant are at a bar... they order beers and begin debating the six existential steps to love. “In spite of everything we must love.” says the Chaplin. The beer is cold, the night is cold and love is cold observes the Sergeant – between swigs, puffs, and laughter. The Chaplin offers her cigarette, the Frenchman receives it. He is quiet for a long time, holding the cigarette, he says “Je veux regarder brûler.” (I like to watch it burn.)
It's grand to see a poet get his fairy tale love story. Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Justin Williams. You make a swell couple.
This a portrait of writer Justin Williams final moments as a bachelor. He is writing his vows. I am confident of this, as his lawyer is not present and I believe his bachelor party on the Mississippi River required the prudence of his last will and testament before sunset.
At first glance, this photo is about artist John Sellberg – laughing and smiling. There is more to the story, a subplot. In the background, the girl in the striped dress is finding her place in the circle. I can see how sweet she is by the way she holds her hands and floats along the line of chairs until she discovers Kate – who is one of the great spirits of love at the party.
I get nervous at wedding – so formal. When children show up, I feel saved. Children at a wedding always make the day better. They add happy chaos to the event, guaranteed. This is the daughter of Matthew the groom, whom I've known since he was the size of his daughter now – makes me squishy. Congratulations Matthew and Kristin. Beautiful daughter, beautiful wedding.
I'm cooking, it's ready, time to scoop it up into the bowl. What “it” is matters not, because “it” all comes out brown and crunchy. Let's call it Cajun and cover it with hot sauce. I need an excuse for hot sauce. Where is my antacid? To the point. Scooping it off the pan and into the bowl would go better if I used a metal spatula rather than the current food chiseling tool, an old floppy plastic spoon. ($1, over-used, been melted) I won't do it. I won't use the good metal spatula for fear of having to wash it. Washing the spatula is a big deal. I'll get my hands wet, have to dry hands on pants, and still they won't be dry the way I want them dry. A mission launches to find a clean dish towel that doesn't smell rank. I'm a sniff test person. I can share a list of nasty smells. I've special long names for kitchen smells – I was a German scientist in a previous life. I used the metal spatula and I'm glad over it. Today's lesson: If you have the tool, use it, clean it, but always use it... and maybe clean it later.
I am a giant. Pull a weed, beat the dirt out of it,and give the weed a fling. I'm a savage giant. Weeds must die. I carve out small pieces of time to landscape during the day – keeping the shovel by the back door to save the walk to the shed. Offline is a new luxury. Most days, I've got my face in a camera, mind in a computer, and come days end head on a pillow before my child is asleep. Making the best of time, no action without a purpose - happiness. I have an unquiet mind, to slow it to silence, I let it daydream in the right garden. I'm planting ferns and moving rocks to keep the ferns company. This work soothes me. I love rocks and feel I'm doing them a favor when I move them. A rock in the same place for 100,000 years, it's bound to be grateful for a new view . It's good to move rocks far, so they don't have to live next to their ex-spouses another 100,000 years – that's the feeling I get. But, there was a rock who ran. As I carried a stack of rocks to the fern wall, a little rock rolled off the top. I hear it skittering down the hillside screaming, “ Mommy - Mommy Mommy, Mommy! I love my job as a giant.
Presented with the opportunity to photograph a wedding in Germany, I said yes. I'd read a meme about risk taking, one that said – I don't exactly recall what it said – but it suggested screw it, do it. Worry about the details later. I did it. The slogan I prefer is, “life is too short to drink bad wine” – which is what I did on the plane. I love how people clap when the airplane lands – must be the wine. On the train ride to Wurzburg, I altered the slogan to life is too short to drink bad beer – because in Germany the have the best beer – try the Kellerbier or Zwickelbier (same thing). At the wedding of Gunther & Linda Reimherr there was both good wine and great beer. A quality selection I attribute to Gunther being the third cousin once removed to the Kaiser – Franz Beckenbauer – the one true Kaiser. None shall hold the throne as Franz did. I took 2,653 photos at the wedding, which had six events and lasted – for me – for 17 hours. Sleep, who needs it. I hope to share many of the best photos from the wedding in the future – once the bride approves. I cherish my new German friends. ScheibenKleister, we had a good time! I look forward to retelling their Great Gatsby stories, as many of them are relatives of both Gatsby and the Kaiser... and a few of them know the details of how the Seventh Bank of Dutchland was relieved of 6.6 billion Deutschmarks and a Golden Ninja statue of significant value, but that is another story.