Life of Quigley

On a good note, I’ve been working with the folks at fresh surface.

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ya see, I’m not always the bitter rejected artist…..

As predicted (I must be some sort of god):  

Our curators have worked diligently to review the work submitted and choose pieces for the exhibition. These decisions are necessarily subjective, reflect the curators’ perspective and expertise, and are not a judgment of your overall body of work. Space constraints dictate these very difficult choices, and we appreciate your understanding of how seriously we take this selection process, and the complexity of these decisions.  

In the section below you will find a notation for each piece of work you submitted: “Invited” – meaning this specific artwork has been chosen for the biennial or, “Not Invited” – meaning the work was not chosen for this exhibition. 

Not Invited     Five will get you ten

Not Invited     Tax of our Desire 

Not Invited     Vicarious Drama

Next time should I give $35 bucks to a random stranger? Honestly, why do I set myself up for this bullshit? 

I’m writing this on the eve of being notified about the RISD NYC biennial:

When I think of Juried shows a have one Pavlovian response:

Oh well, just fuck me…. This is a no win situation. 

In my experience I can’t think of anything more emotionally charged/loaded/explosive than a juried show.   Odds  (more like chances) are that I’ll be rejected (again).

Why? (Students, let’s recap):

·      While there were some great submissions (could be talking about your work or…)wall space is limited…blah… blah….(this is the point were I stop reading)

·      While we really enjoyed your work it doesn’t fit with the general…blah… blah….

·      Your work is just ASS. There … I said it …. Dude ,You SUUUUUCK.  Really.  Your work is (insert skin-peeling – nerve exposing – fundamental issue that is painfully obvious to everyone but YOU).

Side nugget: When I was a child I had this weird feeling that I was being kept as a pet for some highly intelligent beings, discuss….

At least with number 3 you can have some snappy retort

(no, but, your momma does…).

A man’s sense of personal delusion is a beautiful, fragile thing. Curators, how dare you toy with such an elegant construction?  Directly and indirectly I’ve been rejected from galleries, teachers, curators, collectors, invitational shows. I’m used to it…sorta…. Used to it in the sense that I know that how long it will take to get over it (after the show is over). But, when you get the rejection letter/email or just silence it feels as if you’ve stepped in a big pile of poo. It’s come up through your shoe and got on your soul (now how ‘n the hell am I gonna clean that up?).  

I remember a teacher at RISD saying “Don’t take it so personally.” I wonder how many people used this phrase as their last words. The correct response should have been (grabs crotch) “Well I wouldn’t take it so personally if it wasn’t MY work!

(ya big wienie …”)

If you don’t get in Nancy boy, you better just suck it up and move on.