It’s been a rubbish week… well, it probably hasn’t, but just one thing overshadowed everything else and I felt like packing it all in.
I got the reject email from an open exhibition I’d entered.
It was particularly depressing because I wanted it to be the start of showing this new body of work I had.
I had worked so hard on this particular piece. I worked on it constantly and checked it in different lighting positions, adding , changing until I was completely happy with it.
I honestly felt confident about showing it.
Picking it up yesterday, with all of the other jaded entrants, I skulked home leaving it in a bag til much later when I had the guts to take a long hard look at it.
Should I have painted it differently? Added more colour? Less colour ? … I went through all of the options but I couldn’t find what I could change.
They just didn’t like it . End of.
Restarted
The story of starting again
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