Well, I'm back..it's been a rough couple of weeks. I am operating on stress, and ibuprofen, and I am in a funk...and not the good Studio 64 kind. I mean the kind of funk where your down, and lack the "ganas" to create or do anything. I did however get talked into trying out for the Santa Fe Spanish Market..ahem..I mean the contemporary Hispanic market. I know there is a big difference..the "traditional" artists usually point it out. Not all of them just the snotty's that think contemporary art is a lower rung on the artistic latter. To them I say guffaw. Contemporary art is Art on steroids! It is art that has yet to be discovered..colors that scare the faint of heart, and grab the looker by the coller and say "can you handle this!". But I digress, back to the funk, and Santa Fe Market. I entered three bags, not my best work just three bags that I had yet to sell. I figured hey why the heck not? But now here I sit waiting to be judged and possibly rejected! REJECTED!!!!!!! What was I thinking? Can I handle a funk and a rejection?? Will I ever recover, or will I have to end my tumultuous relationship with my fickle sewing machine for good? Whatever the outcome is, I have no choice but to take it like a lady. A bitchy, fit throwing, potty mouthed lady! Now if I do get in, I can only hope that it brings me a wave of motivation, to get creatively crakin' once again. Pray for me guys! O yes...suggestions on funk busters are greatly appreciated!