It is the beginning of a new year and so comes the perpetual cycle of Art Prizes. I ask myself the question, ‘do I enter or not?’
I think of myself as a fairly even keeled kind of person. I don’t allow too many things ‘ruffle my feathers’. But when it comes to Art Prizes blimey, I feel my emotions, if graphed, would resemble a chronic liar taking a polygraph test.
Yes, my work is worthy and I should put ‘my hat in the ring’. Oh Kerrie, forget it. Just enter multiple prizes and don’t give them another thought.
Not that these kinds of emotions are the end of the world but I am always amazed at the height of my excitement to read, ‘your work has been accept’ to the plummets of ‘thank you for entering our Art Prize, unfortunately’, and that’s where I stop reading. I have returned to the place where I begin to prepare for the journey, of what feels like, a mountaineer commencing the climb of a great Swiss Alp and once I claw my way to the top of the peak, I begin the process all over again.
Art is a journey and I am hooked on being an Artist. Art Prizes or not, I will keep creating for my own well being.