Who the fuck CARES?

For anyone who cares to know...this is what defeat looks like.



I was selected to be in the annual juried art show. I left the campus art gallery reception early because no one showed up to see my selceted work with me. For the first time I was validated as a real artist and NO ONE was there to share it with me.

I never would have imagined how embarrassing it was to be the ONLY one who had no one else to introduce to people. I saw all of my classmates with friends, family members, lovers, etc etc etc and it just hurt more and more to stay in the gallery. I felt like an idiot for making a shirt that went with my art piece. I had to try so hard not to cry while I walked to my car.

The best part is, whenever I see that piece that I made, I'm just going to remember how I felt today.