Art goes On

So it's been a while since I blogged anything. But art goes on and life goes on with or without me. The truth is sometimes I feel 'wordless' and it's times like that that art works best for me. It speaks for me. It says what I can't say. It has a message even I fail to fully comprehend. So deep it takes me years to see the full meanings. My art is almost a subconscious subliminal message to the ages and to me.

I recently entered three paintings in an art show. The one I was most proud of got nothing. The one I entered as an afterthought got 3rd place and the one I thought would win was rejected. This troubled me so I called one of the judges later to see if the problem was the frame or the size (I really couldn't imagine what i did wrong). But he said it was the drawing. My perspective was off and the drawing was bad. Just when I let myself think I'm pretty good artistically, I get put in my place. Got to watch that over-confidence. Now I should be happy one of my pics won 3rd place. But no. I'm obsessing over the rejected piece.

When I came home from the art show, I decided to put on a happy face and not let this thing bother me. So I entered the house, smiled, greeted my husband with, "Hi honey. I'm home." And he took one look at me and said, "What's wrong. What happened?" How does he do that. I put on a happy face. But he knew. I better not ever have an affair. The man would know right away. So three days later, I was sitting in my art room puttering and he came in to tell me something, stopped short looking into my face and said, "You're thinking about that painting again, aren't you? Don't let those judges get to you. Your painting was good!" How does he do that? It's actually scary!