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06/30/2006: "I am La Loba, I hunt alone!"
I just dropped off an application packet to compete for a solo exhibit at the Juneau Arts and Humanities Council Gallery, one of the most coveted places to exhibit in Juneau.
I hit some speed bumps along the way, my color printer ran out of ink and I didnít leave myself enough time to take my images to the print shop so I had to submit them in a permissible (but undesirable) format. Also, I came to the shocking realization that I donít have high resolution images of most of the finished pieces that sold during my last show! Several are already out of the state so now what?
Sometimes I think Iím really getting my shit together and then I have these major set-backs. I wasnít sure I was even going to apply because if I donít get selected Iíll feel horrible and if I do get selected Iíll have to work my ass off to produce another show, especially because itís such a large space. Rob just had a show there in May and how many pieces did you have? Thirty I think! Thatís fairly intimidating.
Another strike against me is that they had a checkbox asking if Iíd be OK sharing the space with another artist with complimentary work and I checked NO! The last time I did that was a nightmare, mostly to my ego because everyone preferred the other artistís work over mine. Still, saying ďnoĒ makes me come across as a prima donna and really Iím notÖI just canít handle any more damage to my fragile self-esteem.
You can tell by all of my rationalizations over why I may not get selected (because god knows it *couldn't* be because of the work itself...right? right?) that I've developed a fairly sophisticated defense system against rejection. Because we all just adore being rejected right? It's one of the most entertaining parts of being an artist. WHEEEEEE!
I should know by the end of July