It has been a rough week for my ego, starting on Monday with the withering appraisal of some gym bunnies . I was washing up after my work out and I could just feel their chilly disdain for this goofy, ill-dressed, scrawny, not very fit fellow. I felt ridiculously ashamed and wanted to rush out; but instead , this phrase popped into my head, “my insignificance is magnificent”. So I went back to my dainty, silly bicep curls, finished my work out and then proceeded to the studio to work on this little painting. In between painting, school and life, I felt buffeted by life’s indifference: I received several rejections for juried entries that I had hoped to be included in, frankly a benign snarky comment at school that stung nonetheless and the usual brutal election year antagonism on FB …that and just recognizing my own limitations artistically which is humbling. But instead of sinking into my usual depressive funk I instead went to work on this painting. Perhaps it isn’t particularly good but the mantra “my insignificance is magnificent ” was helpful.
And that matters.
My Insignificance is Magnificent
gouache on paper
22 by 15″