So here we are. October. It has been exactly 1 month and 3 days since I visited the gallery in Oxford. Yesterday I emailed the gallery owner to set up a follow-up appointment. I just heard back from him that he's free to meet this week. And now my stomach is up in my throat and I'm feeling a bit pale. I'm so nervous! I wonder if I've done enough, if what I've done is any good. I'm driving myself crazy. I feel kind of like you do in the moments before taking a test - when you think, "maybe I should study a bit more." But you realize that if you don't know the answers now, you never will. Yet I keep making art. Art that I keep thinking is probably rubbish. I can't get a quote by James Rosenquist out of my head: "Art is the greatest risk of all because when you're making something, you're constantly asking yourself what the hell you're doing." What am I doing? There's a constant internal struggle raging inside of my head: I waver between feeling confident and incredibly stupid. The meeting is set for Thursday morning. By the time I leave I will know whether I will beI feel like throwing up.
Erin Singleton is an artist currently living in the bucolic seaside town of Marblehead, Mass. She loves to explore her creativity in her studio and in the kitchen. She also loves to read, watch movies, spend time with friends and enjoy the great outdoors with her husband, Dave, and their daughter, Maisie.
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