Been a few days since I was last here.
In the meantime, Christmas postal chaos kicked in and that combined with a staff member on light duties with an injury, has made life a little hectic.
Last weekend, I took the painting of the Autumn Vines, the one that had consumed all the rest of my energy, to the gallery ready for it to perhaps be accepted into the Harvest Festival Exhibition.
And being the first time I had entered a competition like this (or any exhibition) I was feeling hopeful but trying not to count my chickens too early.
I had planned while keeping my fingers crossed, that I would be writing this post full of excitement but unfortunately all I can tell you today is that my painting was not accepted for the exhibition as I had hoped.
“Due to the overwhelming amount of entries” was really the only reason I have been given, but such is life, not every venture ends in success.
And yes, I am disappointed. And even a little sad.
But that said, I am proud.
Proud of the painting I produced which I think is one of my best.
And proud of the fact that I stepped out of my comfort zone, ignored the negative voices in my head and had a go.
12 months ago, I would never have had the skills to produce a painting like this one or the confidence to put it up for scrutiny by people unknown.
And although I have shed a few tears, after getting the rejection message, I have been enveloped with the love and support of my family and friends.
So now I am saying, “I tried but maybe this wasn’t what this painting was meant for”
And I will bring it home and hang it on my wall and maybe next year I might paint another painting for another exhibition.
At least now, if someone wants to buy it. I won’t have to share the proceeds with the gallery.
There is only 3 more “get-ups” for work before we can relax a little for a few days.
Monday is my birthday but the celebrations will start Saturday night with good friends.
My painting might not be hanging on a gallery wall for a month, but I have a voucher for a free birthday Burrito, a voucher for Churros with chocolate and 3 cases of wine under the table that the Christmas tree is on.
My Christmas shopping is pretty much done, work is going well and there is French Champagne in the fridge.
Tomorrow is going to be cooler than today. Dropping from 43 deg C to an almost chilly 38 deg C.
Best of all, I have people who love me and who today helped me find my missing smile (apparently the first place you should look when missing a smile is in your cleavage)
As for the Gallery, well, I reckon it is their loss.
Because my painting is AWESOME