Today brought the feared/anticipated rejection by the RSA. I'd like to say with a swagger I don't give a damn but, well, I do give one, I am once more dejected, dispirited, depressed. But, es la vida and all that. Furthermore, la vida being what it is, when I took the dog for an introspective walk after getting my rejection email, I slipped on the slithery mud track, not once but twice, flat out, trainers and trousers sheathed in the thickest mud, dignity even more assaulted.
Above are two quick ink sketches of Florence and Primo that I did this afternoon (pre rejection dejection.)
4 comments:
Claudia, don't despair "An artist's career always begins tomorrow" James McNeill Whistler.
Betty says it's a damned shame and sends a hug to help restoration of self-esteem. Well, it's not quite the same is it, but you must Bash On Bertha, el viejo Whistler tiene razon x
Your work's grand. I wouldn't sweat about whether you win prizes or are accepted to exhibitions. If the works good for you and it's good for the people who have it on their walls success and recognition will follow at their own leisurely pace.
I think it's fine
Nichol
(we met at the jolomo awards) (all the best to you and your man)
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