Over the weekend I went to Woodstock to visit the Tube Gallery upon a suggestion from a family member that they might worth tapping up about carrying my stuff. What a lovely town! We walked along a road in the town that led straight to the gates of Blenheim Palace - which is amazingly large! I can only imagine the stories held inside those walls. Anyway, we found the gallery and went in for a peek - and I was really impressed. It was a bit small, but the work they carried was really cool. It totally resonated with me. But then I got really upset - I just had this overwhelming feeling that I was worthless as an artist. I just thought "I'll never make it as an artist. What am I doing anyway? I should pack it in." So I had a bit of a cry. And spent the rest of the day feeling like I'd wasted a great part of my life on something that was a complete waste of time.
I'm not a depressed person by nature so after a night of sleeping on it and waking up the in morning to a blue sky full of sun I felt much better - more positive. And I came to the conclusion that it isn't that what I do is bad - I just need to work on my craftsmanship. I need to spend more time giving my work a finished look...that's all. So we went to the shops to get supplies (found my Mod Podge!!!) and I'm back at it. I'm on a bit of a hiatus of creating work for the gallery because I'm making some gifts for friends of ours who are getting married. And the wedding is this week, so it's going to be a quiet week in terms of getting things done. But I'll be back at it full force next week!