Earlier this year I submitted a proposal to The Lawndale Art Center for a gallery show and, well, sadly, they didn't accept it. So, what to do next? Today, I submitted again to the same gallery but for a different show. That's what I promised myself I would do this year.
It's an awkward process. I wrapped up my three favorite pieces and printed out the paperwork. I filled it out three times in an effort to get it just right. I double and triple checked everything and made my way over to the gallery. For this show, you have to drop the work off for a jury to review them (vs. sending in images of it). I am happy about that actually because I think the work is more interesting in person. You can really see it the textures and all the layers that way. As I was walking in, there were lots of other artists carrying in their work as well. Even though it made me realize how much competition there is for the space on the walls, it also made me feel better. I kept thinking, we're all in this together. I wasn't the only one filling out the paperwork 3 times and I wouldn't be the only one who got told yes or no.
The judging happens on Saturday and Sunday and on Sunday they will be calling the people whose work was NOT selected. If the work is not selected, then you have to go pick it back up. I'm really hoping they say yes because going back to pick it up if they say no is really not going to be fun. As you can imagine, my Sunday afternoon is going to be spent staring down my cell phone and hoping that I do not get a call. We were allowed up to three submissions so they may accept one, two or three. I have to remember that if/when my phone rings on Sunday afternoon.
So, sweet friends, on Saturday and Sunday send me good luck vibes, pray, maybe do a rain dance or meditate on the visual of them accepting my work. I would appreciate anything of the sort that you can send my way.