Rejection

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How to deal with rejection?

I entered three paintings for our local 3 Counties Open art exhibition, but yet again all of them have been rejected. I thought they had a good chance, but no, nothing. I’ve entered in the past and been successful on a few occasions. …maybe my idea of art is too different from anyone else?

I have not added photos if them I don’t want to remind myself…

It’s a hard thing to accept, I know its nothing in the middle of all the bad things happening in the world. But I feel a gut wrenching sadness…I’m clearly not good at this….

Thinking about it, really it is a personal choice by the judge’s. There is nothing in the entry form to give you a clue what they like, and in any case, I think art should be original not made for a criteria. I guess they didn’t fit in with the rest of the show. I don’t know if I will bother with the opening, I can be very self critical and I might end up getting upset.

So, I will do what I always do, carry on with my own ideas. Not get too despondent. Life carries on. I need to take a breath and relax, get over it and start over…

I try too hard

To make you see,

My art is mine, alone to me.

I know I am frustrated by rejection

But life’s like that,

I must temper my reaction.

My pain will be brief

No death here,

Just feeling bereft

Not shedding a tear.

I will carry on

I will go ahead,

My art is my own

I will not regret.

Xx

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Thank you, Cosistories for nominating me for this award! You’re awesome!  😀

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Cosistories questions:

  1. What’s the last blog post you read? Smw166, sueswhittles.wordpress.com
  2. If you could ship a fictional character to a deserted island populated by angry cannibals, who would you send? Spiderman,  he could  escape from them!
  3. Which one of your posts are you most proud of?
  4. Do you believe in ghosts? No, definitely not.
  5. Cats or dogs or rabbits? Cats of course.
  6. Bungee jumping or jumping out of a plane? Er …neither, I have vertigo!
  7. Have you ever read a book and thought, “Darn. I wish I wrote this”? Which book was it? The Colour Purple, so thought provoking.
  8. What is the best advice you’ve been given – writing advice or otherwise? Keep trying, practice really does help…from an art teacher. 

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My Questions (If you choose to accept them)

  1. Who’s your favourite artist?
  2. If you could eat your favourite food every day for the rest if your life what would it be?
  3. Which one of your posts make you feel happy?
  4. Do you believe in a deity?
  5. Cats or dogs ?
  6. Sea cruise or sky dive?
  7. Have you ever read a book all the way through without stopping? Which book was it?
  8. What is the best advice you’ve been given – on any subject?
  9. Science or Art (or both)?
  10. What makes you laugh?
  11. Poetry or prose?

 

Have a lovely day!

Slightly annoyed

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When I got up this morning my husband had run a G gauge railway track across my new counters and cooker and was merrily sending a battery driven train backwards and forwards along it “to see if it works”. That combined with a bike in the bathroom because he had one stolen this week made me feel slightly annoyed. ..

I’m not very annoyed,

Not very angry,

Only slightly annoyed.

 

I’m not fuming, or hating,

Not loosing my temper,

Just a bit annoyed.

 

I understand his whims,

His eccentric dreams,

Just slightly annoyed….

 

Because he doesn’t ask, he assumes,

Because he does what he likes,

I’m slightly annoyed.

 

So he will move the track and train,

And I will not be annoyed,

Any more….

 

Well that’s a strange little poem… the kitchen isn’t my territory, we do share it. But I want it to stay nice. Is that so wrong?

Blue knots

Blue knots of electricity,

Shoot across the sky,

Bang and bash the clouds,

Thousands of feet high.

 

Thunder bursts my ears,

Fights across the sky,

Light a fire in trees,

So that they will die.

 

Light and air explode,

Giving spark to life,

Never ending power,

Cutting like a knife.

 

Thunder now and rain.

Blue lightning shines so bright,

Water streaming down,

Electric, awesome, might.

My Triceratops

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Im not sure about the juxtaposition of these objects, and I’m certainly not sure if this is a poem, but I thought I would try and write something…..

Come drink at the mirror pool, my Triceratops

Dip your horned snout deep into its glassy surface.

Remember Rhinos or Elephants hidden in time drinking here.

Plastic, printed, broken foot….night light shines to light the way.

My Triceratops, a whim when bought, now friend.

Each brick and brack gathered and coveted. No space for you?

But still you stay….

Triceratops, on a tray, on the microwave…

How random is that place, how chaotic….

My Triceratops please stay.

 

Cats and keyboards

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“Get off you pest!” I don’t shout at the cat…

“You’re in the way,”  I think but stay silent.

“No paws here!” I meant to say, but no breath escapes…

“Ok, that’s my keyboard,” I mean to yell…

Curled up, cute, cuddly,  the cat snores.

 

“Shift cat, I need to type”, I quietly think.

“Your tail is in my paint! Don’t twitch it…”

“No, its gone all over the paper…Drat, Cat!”

Whiskers twitch, as quietly…

Curled up, cute, kitty, snores….

 

“No don’t lick that here! ” A feeble squeak emitted.

“Dont wash your paws in the kitchen sink,” I think…

“No furballs allowed,” I try not to choke,

“No cat food on the cupboard,” I cry……

Curled up cute, cat, snores…

 

All the world to rest in, and you chose this lap?

Go ahead cute cat, curl up kitty, and snore …..

X

unexpected

IMG_20180625_211308Unexpected item in the bagging area.

No there is nothing there.

Please wait for assistance .

Why? There is nothing there!

Please return the item to the basket.

But I have not put anything in the bagging area.

Proof of age required, please wait for assistant.

It’s only a tub of yoghurt!

Have you scanned your loyalty card?

Yes 3 times!

Have you scanned your loyalty card?

Yes 4 times.

Please wait for assistance.

Look if you had a person here I would have paid by now!

Do you require more bags?

No I’ve only bought a tub of yoghurt!

Please weigh the item!

Why! It’s a tub of Greek style yoghurt!

Please wait for a member of staff.

No!

Please insert your payment card.

I’ve just paid cash?

Unexpected item in the bagging area.

It’s my head hitting the bagging area…

Thank you for shopping with us…..

Argh!

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Poppies

There is a whole cluster of poppies in poor soil round the corner from where I live.

These are tall oriental ones. But we also have Welsh poppies which are yellow and orange. We have grown ladybird poppies which are red and black and we once grew a Himalayan poppy, (mecanopsis?) which is bright blue.

So inevitably they get into my photos and paintings…..

Poppy, poppy, I see you flutter, blue sky, red headed beauty

Poppy, poppy, mediaeval sleep enhancer, narcotic, danger.

Poppies, poppy, seeds for flavour, thriving on old building sites.

Poppies, poppies, memories of war, petals fluttering down upon our heads.

Papaver, poppy , horticultural star. Giver of colour and Sun.

Red glasses

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A couple of years ago I did a doodle on the computer of me wearing my old red glasses. The idea was to draw it as if I was using a scraper board …. you know scratching through a black surface to reveal a metallic coloured base layer.

The red really stands out on this drawing (which has been duplicated in layout).

I think artists need to experiment, even if its just  little ideas that get the cogs going in your brain!

Red glasses hide your eyes behind

Thick glass, makes you think?

Makes your thought opaque, hidden,

Eyes glint under the red frame,

Pale thoughts unbidden.

Will they see the real you,

will they feel your thoughts?

Reveal yourself by showing your eyes..

The pain, the fear, the dark.

Angel

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Angel is one of my first digital drawings. Drawn with Photoshop with a textured pen brush.

I was trying to draw something in an icon style, but with a modern twist.

Angel

Angel on high looking down, what do you see?

A world, a sky, a planet…a heaven?

Angel sing choral songs up high….

Music of the spheres, music of the sun.

Angel look down on me, give me peace,

Let light in and darkness out.

Angel keep me safe, sure, loved.

Hold the world in your hands,

Keep it safe.