Which really has not a lot of relevance with where I'm going...except to say certain groups want us to perceive things a certain way, even if there are actual situations that would warrant a different perception IF the truth were let out of the bag. And their job is to control what flows into and out of that bag.
So what is Truth? Who knows...and in some cases, who really cares...
DATELINE: ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA
The now-mythical street corner newspaper boy cries the tale...
"EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!
RESPECTED PROFESSIONALS DECREE WORTHINESS!"
Call this 'sour grapes' with a twist, if you wish. That's kinda what it is, but there is more to the story, as Paul Harvey quipped daily.
Their words to me: you did not qualify for membership.
My words from them: your flutes sucked, but we refuse to tell you why.
Hey, it comes with the bathwater when you ask others to judge you. I've been in acting professionally since 1991, and rejection comes with the territory. Regularly. And so I submitted my 5 show flutes to get into the Southern Highland Craft Guild (per earlier blog entries) and I was just denied membership. Given their scoring system of 1 to 5, with 5 being highest, and 3 a non-existant choice, I am led to calculate at least 5 of the 7 'reknowned judges' rated me, at best, a 2.
Knowing the other 2 flute makers in the 1,000-member Guild, their decision borders the absurd...I have almost no doubt there is a strong political play, too, whatever bent it may take...but it could never be proven, and they've made sure of that.
As a side note, I'm someone who doesn't always need an answer to everything; I'm quite comfortable with having no answer, ever, and I have that sneaking suspicion such a mindset will come in handy at this time! :-)
Thankfully I don't define Who I Am by someone else's definition. Sure, there would have been some perks, so I now get by without them, no problem. It just leaves me with a million questions and not one answer. Nor will I get any...they have made it clear they will not answer one phone call or give one critique. But I'm free to pass stage 1 and resubmit pieces for the next judging event...hmmmm, let's see, get no guidance and submit your stuff again...
Reminds me of the classic definition of 'insanity':
"Doing things the same way each time
but expecting a different result."
Kenny Rogers' song "The Gambler" puts it best:
"Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em."
I promised you an update, and I fold. There is no pity party to be had. I simply point my ship in another direction and sail ahead. You just wish people could take the time to offer advice so that we as a whole can grow and enlarge...but there are those who choose not to. I can't even begin to imagine what their advice would be, either.
And so I have a huge arts and craft show before me in Maggie Valley this weekend. I'm pretty sure it will be a great weekend, and I've got lots of new 'kids' ready to sing to the world. That's what it's all about, anyway, spreading good stuff out into the world. Aho!
TGIF! Don't let the turkeys get you down!