Moments before graduating I overheard a conversation whereby a tutor was preparing a student for the world that awaited. The tutor remarked that as artists we spend a remarkable quantity of time applying for opportunities, he concluded that a one in ten success rate was a reasonable aspiration.
Having graduated, I understand the importance of these opportunities, they stimulate purpose and drive. Yet the idea of nine emails that contain the same template rejection is a deflating prospect. All of this is so quickly forgotten when you are greeted by the congratulatory message. One first feels a euphoric happiness, but this soon subsides, quickly replaced by a realisation, I must deliver on what I promised. One’s mind becomes consumed by thoughts of logistics, no longer is it purely a creative endeavour, now it becomes a problem solving occupation.
It is daunting how much sits between the idea and the object.