‘Art Tax’ and waiting

It might be easy to wish your life away waiting for results from open admission exhibitions. I look at everything I enter as ‘art tax’.  That takes the personal out of the selection process for me. Sometimes I am lucky, other times I can’t quite get over the finish line.  Over time I have realized that instead of waiting I need to relish the in betweenness of the process. I mean that. Take now, I am in limbo on a few things, one of which is that on the 2nd of May I dropped my two shortlisted paintings off for the RA.

Because my health wasn’t perfect and I needed to avoid sick people, the drop off was a bit of a journey. First there was the drive to Lewisham to park outside our daughter’s house.  Then we walked to Greenwich where we caught an uber boat, sitting outside.  We disembarked at Embankment and high-tailed it over to Piccadilly where I took a side entrance to drop off. Getting to the RA took about 4 ½ hours from locking our door in Suffolk. It was thrilling and I continue to revel in the moments, forgetting most of the time that on the 24th I will log on and find out whether my art tax paid off this time.