23 Sep

A Moment of Clarity

When I said, out loud, that I wanted to be an artist, I decided that I was going to have to show my quilts to more people than my family and friends. After all, art tells a story, and if no one can read it, what’s the point? So, on an unusually productive morning, I printed out entry forms for several upcoming quilt shows. Since then, however, I have procrastinated actually filling any out and mailing them. Usual artists’ angst–“am I worthy?” “will they like it?” Today, at the 11th hour (five working days to the deadline, and mail takes 5 to 10 days from here), I completed the first package. I could feel my pulse quicken as I sealed the envelope. Then came my moment of clarity. What was the worse thing that could happen? I, along with most everyone I know, fears rejection. But if my quilts aren’t accepted, then I don’t have to worry about packing and insuring them; I have no worries about theft or damage in transit or at the show; my babies stay home safe and sound with me. Maybe I won’t enter the other shows after all…