One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?
I was thinking about one of the many rejections I have taken during my art career. Despondent about my most recent rejection, I looked to see who I might know among the acceptances. Too many. I knew nearly half of all the acceptances to a show that rejected me. When I saw the names, I knew what all the acceptances had in common: they knew each other and they knew the curator. Ah, that is art. A world of "who you know" and a world that likes to say it is non conformist and takes chances on the unknown, but time and time again proves otherwise. Sour grapes, yes. But, grapes are often sour.
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