There is a big ‘to do’ in my town about this time every year. It is called the Oakley/Lindsay Art Showcase. Hundreds of artists take part, and it is a juried selection by a well known artist from some other part of the country. About a hundred or so are selected and the work is displayed on the walls for almost a month, with a gala reception over a weekend.
The last time I had submitted a couple of paintings was in November of 2018, and was surprised out of my wits when they were selected. (I did not win the prize or anything, but my paintings were selected, which in and of itself is a huge honor, considering that I am a new comer, and a total amateur in the water color art.) The images below were the ones that were selected at that time.
Last year I submitted a bird in a nest, and it was not selected. It was Acrylic on Canvas. I also had submitted a watercolor of firefighters as the fires and flames engulfed them. The photograph had appeared in our local newspaper. I was so charged at the two men in that photo and wondered at the desperation that they must have felt. This also was not selected.
This year, last week actually I submitted three watercolors. One was of two Arabs which I had painted in ’18, it was not selected. The other two I painted just a couple of weeks back.
These two were selected. I was so excited when I received the congratulatory letter. Yesterday I went to the Art Center to pick up the Two Arabs that was not selected, and was so embarrassed to see that there were such amazing and spectacular paintings from all over the Midwest, and here I was with something so simple that my grandson would paint with his eyes closed.
Well that’s how the cookie crumbles I guess. I should restrain myself from pretending that my work can be displayed.