I just didn't really see it coming – which was stupid of me, I guess. Now and then I surprise myself by my foolishness. I got rejected, nothing new really and not even a good reason to go to bed early in a sulk – but I did. Earlier last year I had a proposal shortlisted down to 20 for a solo show in a gallery which I felt was just right for me. I couldn't fit the time slot they wanted but, being very interested in my work which they claimed they were, they urged me to keep them informed in order to be considered for their 2010 programme. I thought I had it in the bag – ever done that? And finally, after long and drawn out consideration they, decided no. ouch!
I've had a lot of nice acceptances and felt a lot of good, excited feelings, I've had a few rejections that have smarted, but worse, worse even than the out and out rejection – the shortlisted rejection, boy does that sting.
Anyway, that was the weekend and I've gone through the – what on earth am I doing this for in the first place, what can I possibly be contributing to society, I could be earning megabucks (comparatively speaking) on a GTP- and came out the other side somewhat steadier on my feet again. Revisiting some of the more positive experiences and comments helped me get things in perspective and I feel focused again.
