(This is a short clip of the Titans quarterback tackling a three hundred and something pound defensive lineman that had intercepted a pass… It’s a lesson in how to take on obstacles)
Nowadays, getting a rejection letter isn’t so bad. Mostly, that’s because it seems standard to not get any reply at all. I had been in touch with a gallery that recently expressed some interest in my work, but this morning got the email that they “weren’t interested at the moment.” It didn’t hurt at all; it used to sting deep. Later in the day, I got cut from being a part of a group show that is opening this weekend… It was like a two for one kind of day.
Non-attachment and acceptance are motherfucking superpowers.