Rain that Taos has so desperately needed has arrived with massive thunder and lightening. There is a unique feeling in the air after a storm…a feeling fresh with hope allowing the air to feel like silk.
BUT WHAT IF I AM REJECTED?
Ever wanted to enter a show but were afraid of rejection?
Let’s say you were rejected.
Does it mean you are not an artist?
Would you have to give up your vision of entering the studio and producing art that you love? (notice I didn’t say “others love”)
What if being rejected meant no more art?
Feeling like a failure hurts…maybe I am fooling myself and I am really a fraud.
Or…
Perhaps I will learn the “why” my painting was rejected and grow as an artist.
Perhaps I will pick myself up from my misery and try again….and again…and again.
Art means too much to give up.
Art is my life.
Rejection? You won’t ruin my world….you only make me stronger.
Fly!
love and hugs,
Gwen