feeling mild disappointment

Last year, about this time, an entry form for the Nottingham Open came in the post. It was pretty exciting, not least because I had no idea how my name had got on the mailing list. So I spent some time on putting my entry together, sent it off, sat about for a while and had no real expectation of getting in.

Then I got in. Grand. Went to the opening, felt rather strange as I didn’t know anyone but they all did. Saw some good stuff, saw some poor stuff, saw my picture looking very small on the gallery wall, despite being the biggest print I’d ever done. Weeks later the show finished, I picked up my picture and that was that. I didn’t receive any emails, comments, feedback, sales… but still, it had been good to get in.

This year, a couple of weeks ago, an entry form for the Nottingham Open came in the post. It was pretty exciting because this year I had some really great stuff I’d just been working on. So I spent some time putting my entry together, sent if off, sat about for a while and had full expectations of getting in.

Then I didn’t get in. Arse. Funny how that happens, I blame expectations. For my next trick I will compile an entry for Parade at Angel Row, I have no expectation…