You’re on your way to a fantastic exhibit in a n art gallery you’re very fond of. The art gallery was like it’s going to be a rewarding experience, but when you cast your gaze on that one painting, at the end of the hall. There, in the corner, is the most spectacular and wondrous piece of artwork you have ever seen! (And that’s a lot coming from a person whose life is artwork.)
The piece is just simply heart-stoppingly wonderful. Splashes of color somehow manage not to overwhelm the painting, but it wasn’t too little color either. Bright blues, dark greens, flaming reds and oranges create a magnificent work of pure, citrus-like art.
You find yourself thinking I simply must meet this artist, this creator! You set out in search of him or her in the gallery. If you’re lucky you might find him or her. Is that her?! It is! You found her! Salina Gregory. The most awesome artist in the world. You chat for a bit, slowly bleeding into her masterpieces so as not to seem like all the other fans.
Her eyes light up with excitement that someone actually likes her stuff. You give endless comments about how she manipulated the brush, pen, paint, colors, canvas to do what she did to make it.
But when you’re finished, she’s bright red with embarrassment. She explains that it’s “crap”; it’s “no good”; it’s “trash.”
You stare at her for a moment. You don’t understand “Why someone would dislike their own works?” you think: Without you realizing it you have already said it aloud.
Now it’s her turn to be bewildered. “But that’s what it is…” she paused “…..trash.”