Wed, 15 Mar 2006
I thought I’d share the results of my recent attempts to rejoin the artistic community. As I previously mentioned, Jay and I recently applied for a small ($500) development grant from Paved Arts to film one of my short screenplays. We were rejected.
Around the same time, Andrew and I applied to take part in another Paved Arts project, a live radio “cabaret” to be hosted by CFCR later this month. And we were rejected.
Of course it’s immature to be discouraged by these results. There are hundreds of valid reasons to reject us that have nothing to do with our sucking. For instance, the video grant people were probably looking for something artsier, or something more multicultural, or something with more Canadian content. When Warren and I went to see TransAmerica at the Broadway Theatre a couple weeks back, they showed two Paved Arts video shorts before the main feature. One of them was about an elderly woman who grows Russian sugar beans. The other one was entirely in French, but it seemed to be about a woman who draws pictures of mermaids, and who may once have been a bush pilot. If these are the kind of project proposals Paved Art goes for, it’s not surprising Jay and I got the brush-off. I thought the videos were a little dull and baffling, but hey, it’s their money, they can spend it how they want.
As for the live radio “cabaret”, who knows what they were looking for? Again, probably something artsy. Andrew and I proposed a musical re-telling of the siege of Syracuse during the Peloponnesian War. Upon reflection I can see that this probably has as little artistic appeal as it does commercial appeal.
Granted, my efforts to reach out to the wider human race have been fairly limited. It would be ridiculous to conclude, based on a handful of rejections, that the whole world is aligned against me. But I’ve collected enough evidence to conclude that I have a handicap in all my artistic strivings, which is that I’m not artsy enough to be an artist, and not commercial enough to be a mainstream success. I think this means that if I want to make movies or record albums, I’m always going have to pay for them my own damn self. Which, when you think about it, is not unreasonable. Why should I be any different from the average basement train-hobbyist or stamp-collector or painter of cast-iron miniature Lord of the Rings figurines?
Incidentally, I also applied for my first credit card recently. I’m not optimistic.