And the same logic applies when we enter work for a juried exhibition. If it didn’t get selected - then it didn’t get selected. The painting might not have made the cut but it’s no less of a painting as a result. The lack of selection isn’t personal yet it’s common for artists to say ‘I got rejected.’ But ‘I’ can’t be rejected because ‘I’ wasn’t being judged. My painting was. I’m not my painting. And my value as a human being isn’t connected to someone’s opinion of my art. Because, to put it bluntly, if our value was dependent on our achievements then babies - who are as useless as they’re adorable - would have no value at all. Yet clearly they do. Besides, it’s often a numbers game anyway. Not being selected for an exhibition with 50 places and 2000 entries doesn’t mean your painting wasn’t good enough. If it did then logic would state that there were 50 ‘good’ paintings and 1950 ‘bad’ ones. What are the chances of that? Talking of chances, there was only a 1 in 40 chance of getting in anyway. If you’d placed that bet on a horse you might as well kiss your money goodbye before the starting pistol goes off.
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