Rejected (AKA: one down, many to go)

I am trying to change the way I view rejections. I’ve promised myself that I’ll flip the disappointment and start displaying them with pride (and humor). I should really feel the same way about them as I do my less-interesting photos: they need to happen in order for me to make the great ones. They’re just part of the equation. The more rejections I get and places I submit work, the closer I will get to something working out. That might sound odd, but I believe in it. If I’m not submitting work or getting rejected at all, then I have NO chance of success, right?

I don’t ever expect to win anything. I don’t think that’s the point of submissions and contests. I’ve started weighing them like this: “Am I willing and able to spend $XX for curator/gallerist/editor XX to see my work?”.

So here’s my first communication back from a submission since Caleb and I started the First to Fifty competition. Hooray?!