I just walked over to the Arlington Center for the Arts and dropped off my art work, because they have an open call for artists. They will be giving away awards in various categories, and it's hard not to think, somewhere in the back of my brain, that I will win something. My walk is brisk, much like the weather (grrr...), and my hopes are high.
When I walked into the office, I saw another artist dropping off their work. Big, beautiful paintings that will catch anyone's eye. I truly appreciated the work. At that precise moment of appreciation, I wondered why I thought my work was so good. The critique rears it's head again! The sensible part of me says there are so many people in this world, who like all kinds of art. And there will be people who like mine. Of course I enjoyed the process of creation, of course my work means something to me, but there is always that tiny, annoying, frivolous, critical, intense part of my brain that says "your work is mediocre, at best". Gah!
"But it's not"!!
In the meanwhile, this made me smile.