Wall of Scriber

Last year, when I was first armed with a digital camera, my goal was to get into one show. Have my artwork display at one public place. I tried and tried and tried. And accumulated rejection letters. One after the other. But then I finally got a break. And them some more.

One thing about exhibiting photography is that it is a cut throat world. I mean that literally. The photography world is not filled with nice people. They fight. A lot. And everyone wants an entire wall to themselves so they can display their art. I met this lady who I shall call Jane who always wanted a wall to herself. So it became a joke to me. The wall of Scriber. 

Since no one was that interested in my artwork, I created a gallery in my house and called it the Wall of Scriber.

As I explored my artistic side, I dabbled in painting and then encaustics. I was having fun. I met some painters and other artists and realized that it was a completely different world. While the photography world was full of negative people, the painters and artists welcomed me with open arms. They encouraged me and inspired me.

I remember one time when an artist friend of mine stopped by at my place. I was at work. My hubby was at home. We have known each other for years and our kids grew up together. She saw the wall that I had built in my house. When my hubby told me that she had stopped by, I was mortified. I had about 10 loads of laundry going on and my house was an utter mess. I called her up later on and apologized for the messy house. And you know what she said? 

I did not notice any laundry baskets. Or any laundry. I just saw the beautiful artwork on the wall.

Yep. That's what she said. And you know what? I believe her.

So she invited me to exhibit my stuff. And gave me an entire wall.

I had to share this with you. My latest show. All the artwork you see is mine. I have the Wall of Scriber:) Yeah!