Why I’m Choosing Ordinary People to Help Share My Art with the World
For a long time, I believed that art needed permission. Permission from galleries. Permission from curators. Permission from the “right” people in the “right” rooms. I knocked on those doors. I sent emails. I shared portfolios. And again and again, I was met with silence, polite and sometimes not so polite rejection, or disinterest. After a while, the message felt clear: "you don’t belong here." But art doesn’t come from institutions. Art comes from people. And that’s why I’ve decided to take a different path—one that doesn’t rely on gatekeepers, but on human connection. Art Was Never Meant to Be Locked Away My work is meant to be seen, questioned, felt, and talked about. It’s meant for the person waiting for a bus, the cafรฉ worker on their break, the student passing by on their way home, the neighbour who didn’t plan on encountering art that day. Galleries may not want my work—but that doesn’t mean the world doesn’t. So instead of spending my time seeking approval, I’m now ...