Recently - I applied to be a part of Artistic Portland. I did the Jury thing, and was accepted. Now I spend some of my time there. Its more encouraging -- knowing your a part of something.
Knowing you can associate with other artists.
Knowing that they will edify you and your work.
Its encouraging knowing that all your art, may actually find their way to another home.
That someone will see it - and know. This is IT!
We all to often discount ourselves.
Take comments personally, and suffer from hurt feelings.
Walk on eggs.
It is important to be our own FAN CLUB.
Yet it is also important to have a FAN CLUB.
To belong to a group
Much like finding the most perfect spot on the grassy knoll.
Or to find the most perfect partner ever.
The sweetest scent of the first flower in Spring.
Me belonging to a Co-Op Called Artistic Portland is going to be a learning experience.
I have had my work in galleries and stores before.
But never have I had a say as to how my work can be presented.
Oh I have done art fairs, art walks, and even the yearly crafter fair.
I have been on the committee where the rest of the committee members are harsh and quick to judge.
I even remember heading up the yearly crafter/art show for my children's elementary school - and in trying to encourage the kids to participate - I was quickly cut down by some who said that children's art was not refined enough. I was most disappointed to think that we as adults had the right to squash a child's dream of participating.
Why do we have to wait till we are refined -- before we can put ourselves out there. Cannot we just do it, and grow by trial and error?
Was indeed I refined enough when I juried for Artistic Portland?
I don't think so.
For each day is a learning experience. Each day is filled with art that lives within my mind.
We all have something to offer. Even that which is judged as not art. However, those who say that something is not art should stop and think, just for a moment. Each item we look at. Each item we use daily, is in many respects art. From the spoon we stir our coffee with, to the lawn mower we cut our front yard with. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything is a work of ART. And I am blessed to witness as much as I possibly can in this time called the Human Experience.