Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Some things, and some other things, and me being pissed.
When I got back from my awesome weekend, I returned to find that I had received a rejection letter from the INDIEana Handicraft Exchange. That's right, dear readers. My work is not cool/hip/polished/well designed/mustachey enough to get into my favorite craft fair. I was kind of devastated, despite trying to psych myself for what I told myself was a very likely rejection. The letter wasn't surprising, but it hurt a lot more than expected. Then upon further reflection, I realized I was angry and a little bitter over it. I know damned well if there are any ceramics at the fair (I've only seen some there once or twice) they will be simple glazed pottery, and nothing like what I make. But I don't draw walruses in top hats, or monkeys, or whatever else is considered hip these days - I draw brains and dead birds and drilling holes in my own head. I don't make pretty slip cast tableware with designer color glazes and clean lines - I make sloppy hand thrown cups with somewhat amateurish forms and mistakes. I guess it's just not that marketable.
Maybe when this wound is less fresh, I'll be less bitter and angry about this, but for the moment, I just needed to vent. In any case, ala Arthur Gonzalez, let this be the first of many many rejection letters, as I keep trying and applying for things - until someone finally says "You got in, congrats."
Blame it on being pissed, and reading a book on girls and Punk.