Saturday, January 24, 2009
Art Blog: No place like HOME
“There is no place like HOME.
There is no place like HOME!”
OMG! I am so glad I am back at my little, art house in St. Petersburg, Florida. I have never, ever been so appreciative of my little patch of home. Never! I rolled into St. Pete at 11 AM. I was so delighted to see street signs for which I am familiar. I realize I love, love, love this place so much.
Since Wednesday, I have been in Orlando. I hate that place. Word up! If you ever plan on going there, don’t bother with 1, 5, or 10 dollar bills. Get a huge roll of twenties and kiss them goodbye. EVERYTHING is overpriced there. I absolutely hated my hotel. I hated it so much; I started to document all the things that were awful. I took video clips. I took photos. I thought of writing letters. Then it occurred to me that I don’t even want any discounts on future visits or even an apology because I will NEVER stay there again. NEVER. That place was horrible!
I made my way back home and was greeted by this email:
Opps! I forgot to tell you. Another one of my resolutions is to “JUST BE NICE”. So I am censoring the email and my blog response to it. LOL I have to admit. This rejection hit me very hard. I have tried to get work in that gallery three times. I even made a conscious effort to pick appropriate work for the show and did a really great job submitting the entry. Still, no good.
The one thing that struck me as hilarious is the final sentence of the email:
“We hope to see you at the opening reception on Friday, February 13.”
Yeah, right. Kiss my ass! OPPS. Be nice Sheree!
There were a few GOOD things that happened this week. I will probably talk about them in future posts. I did get to see MY Philippe Cousteau Jr. speak. What a great guy with such a rich family history! Be sure to check out his website, Earth Echo which promotes earth conservation. Also, enjoy just looking at him. I sure did! LOL LOL
So I am home. I am shutting the doors feeling the pangs of rejection. I am closing the blinds. I just want to be left alone with my crappy, uncool, shitty art.
At least, I think it is substantial and worthwhile. AT LEAST.