Ouch! That Stings!
Ugh! I’ve been having an existential artistic crisis as it is, on top of all the other things that make me wonder what the point of making art is… comes the rejection of all three entries for the latest SoMMA show. I thought at least ONE would be accepted. Those who are not artists of some kind take note the reason WHY we do it despite the blows to ego and pocket book: WE CANNOT NOT DO IT. It’s a compulsion and for a moment we are free and happy. Now comes so many questions, but of course the most useful one is: WHAT CAN I LEARN FROM THIS? That will have to wait though until the burning feeling stops.