When I first saw the call for artists for the exhibition I thought "hmm maybe" but dismissed the idea because I've never done anything like this before. Then I thought about it some more and bounced a few ideas around but I couldn't figure out how I could make it work so I gave up. But it kept niggling away at the back of my mind so I had a word with myself about how 2019 is supposed to be the year of opportunities and if that was really the case then how could I let this one pass me by. The hardest part, other than figuring out what I was going to make, was believing that just possibly I might be good enough.
So I starting working on it, still thinking that I was just doing it for myself, to see if I could and that I probably wouldn't go as far as submitting it. The submission deadline loomed closer which gave me the incentive to get it finished but even then I wasn't sure I was going to enter it. I mean this was an exhibition that proper, real artists were going to have pieces in and here was I, so clueless I had to ask the organisers what I should put for "medium" on my registration form. Talk about imposter syndrome!
In the end, I decided that if I didn't at least submit it, I would always wonder so I took a leaf out of Eleanor Roosevelt's book and did something that day that scared me. I was so nervous dropping it off that it was only on the way home that I realised I hadn't even taken a picture of it!
To my great excitement (and enormous relief), it was accepted and has been on display this month as part of the Words exhibition. I am a little bit proud of myself.
