Off to the big city of Auckland today with my portfolio under my arm and trepidation under my heart. Hate it, rather be boiled in oil! The gallery I chose because of their wonderful space has rejected me after five months of deliberation. Is that good? Not the rejection, the time it took. And the reason.... 'they are too stretched'. A rack comes to mind! So I'll traipse the galleries and posture and slaver and wish I was home filling more nooks and crannies with sculptured dreams.
Wow that sounds depressing, it's not, I'm actually working out in the garden on pieces I want to weather and I wouldn't be anywhere else.....except maybe the Cook Islands....and Tahiti would be good.......
4 comments:
LOL!
great post!
once i read from a writer from Azerbaijan that great and impressive humor comes when you have been to the abyss of despair and rejection...
your humor is both impressive and expressive...
:)
and a tip from my husband ...
go on and create -- write, design, draw, .... even if they reject you...
one day they come to you and beg !
and you ARE busy creating...
Oh no you have a husband! And he sounds wise like you!
Good humour is close to tradegy. Comedy is a way out of great sadness, suppression etc.- take the Irish.
Do you notice sometimes we laugh in awkward situations.... light relief.
Yes I am creating and it gives me great pleasure, what more can a comedian ask for.
I can't think of anything worse than the forelock tugging that goes with asking for a show, hence I've given it way> Haven't a clue what to do next...Tahiti was good enough for Gauguin and it would be splendid for moi AND whoeverelse desires the fallback position.
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