OK Harris and the light on the sidewalk

I seem to forget that OK Harris is right around the corner from where I work for months at a time. I typically love at least one of the several exhibitions on view there at a time and today was no exception.
Earl Bronsteen's "The Wall of Rejection Letters" was a welcome lift to my artist's sinking soul in the midst of working-to-earn-a-living week. I am juggling a few too many balls, and wishing desperately to be only playing with the art related ones.
But after a few moments of reading the rejection letters Bronsteen has amassed over the last 15 years, I was laughing outloud. And feeling far less serious about myself, and the world of art as a whole.
Bronsteen's story is also enlightening. He appears to have spent his life as an accountant, retired and found fame and fortune as a photographer, then switched to installation art. Despite the somewhat serious nature of his statements, the work is lighthearted in an amusing and refreshing way.
I found no websites of his installation work when I Googled him, but loads of links to his photographs for sale as posters. Then while writing this, I decided to type in www.earlbronsteen.com, and there you have it, the link above.

Far headier, but inspiring in quite a different way was Don Celender, In Memorium, a retrospective of conceptual art by the art history professor who spent 35 years "mining the gold vein of popular and not so popular opinions on the arts long before anyone else had even the glimmer of such an idea". Can I really still purchase a set of his art cards for only $35? Follow the link to the left of the landing page: Available Work For Sale By Exhibition Artists. I'm going to call Art Resources Transfer myself and find out!
On the way back to the office, I had my moment of zen. Stopped mid-stride by the light and shadow of a tree on the sidewalk pavement and building walls. Though I don't think I really captured the magic of it, this is an experience that haunts me with a strange kind of bliss. There is a moment in my childhood while at camp that is completely contained in the way the sun creates a dance of shadow and light through the leaves when they are blowing in the breeze.
As a final upnote, while surfing my favorite art blogs, I came across a link to Art on Paper's current issue, which is a must- read with its "Letters to a Young Artist". Doesn't matter what you do in life or what your age, the letters are golden.