The last several months have not been artistically successful for me. Several gallery rejections, no Tim Tate-esque discovery at Artomatic (though my co-exhibitor Adam managed to get an awesome show at the Hillyer from his AOM work, which I highly recommend you go see). So it was with nothing else to lose that I applied for the new Bravo TV art reality show last Saturday. Partially just to see what it was like, but also because it seemed as though the time was right to play the artistic lottery. The odds are stacked against you in every possible way, but until you get that official rejection, you can daydream in the back of your mind about getting discovered. It was anticlimactic, of course--after waiting in line for over six hours and having my portfolio reviewed by an intimidating blond woman who implied that she didn't have a lot of time on her hands, I was given the classic 'thanks, but your work doesn't fit with our vision' heave ho--but I met some fellow artists while waiting in line, and got six hours worth of interesting conversation, and three post-rejection drinking buddies (Dezi, a comic artist, Mike, a painter and Kim, a new media artist who advanced to a couple more rounds of interviews before getting eliminated). Over beer we decided that we should create an exhibit of reality show rejects (ie, ourselves), gossiped about the fellow artists waiting in line, and chatted about our art and lives, and movies, and jobs, and what we were going to do next. I wonder if this sort of camaraderie happens in other reality show lines.
Anyway, if you want a play-by-play account of the experience you can check out the Twitter page Mike wrote for BOMB magazine--he did an excellent job of documenting the weirdness of it all.