Tuesday, 10 May 2022

CONTEXTS

 

 

 
 
 ...from the diaries of an unbalanced misfit...the sweetest refusal  I've ever received. 
 
From Bath Fringe Festival:
 
"Karen, I am very sorry to take so long getting back to you. 
 
I have been sitting on your submission, waiting to see how the exhibition was developing, before I made a final decision. It is now final, final decision time, and I am afraid I am going to say, no. It's not a question of quality or even taste, it's a question of a balance of elements. 
 
You have a distinct voice, in all meanings of the phrase. I wish you success by keeping hold of your distinctiveness. "
 
The diva in me is shouting and stomping about....stomp stomp stomp.  Oddly, I had a strangely fitting dream recently.  There was I, in full diva mode, saying 'I must find my audience!'  All this done while stomping about.  Next, I was in a room filled with an audience and there I was about to do my show.  The thing is...I was there because there was a Karen shaped space for me as performer.  Their eyes were shining and so were mine.  
 
It felt very different to my diva mode.  
 
So...this is me...on the lookout for a Karen shaped space...where everything clicks and voilà - there's an audience to delight, entertain and inspire.

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