Actually, mostly agony at this point. Hoping for a little ecstasy soon.
I have been checking my email every two minutes (I know, seriously dude, get a life) looking for word of my success or lack thereof with my various submissions. I've actually gotten a little irritable over the fact that I haven't heard from any of the seven submissions I made in January. It's time folks. Put us out of our misery!
Well, actually one of them I know I won't hear about until the summer. I think the deal on another may be that you don't hear unless you have been chosen. That leaves five notifications still to come. Well, actually four. I woke up in the middle of the night to the news that I did not make it into the PRC Exposure 2016 show. Yeah, I check my phone for news in the middle of the night. I am so pathetic. Step away from the device! In someone else's dreams.
The video above from Roger Ballen, one of my favorite artists who paints with the camera, came across my desk a day or two ago. It's short and worth watching. According to it, I think I can count myself as an artist, not just a photographer. You are an artist by virtue of the way you approach the world and your work, not when the world says so.
It's worth remembering when the rejections roll in. It's a faith that has to be kept. Still, a little positive reinforcement from the outside world wouldn't hurt, I have some momentum to maintain.