I’ve never had my artwork displayed in a real art gallery. Which is fine. My ego is bloated enough as it is, so I don’t need any further encouragement.
I don’t even like the term “artWORK.” I’ve always mostly considered it a form of play and not work. . . I still remember the buzz I got the first time I took out my crayons as a wee lad and started scribbling out my first masterpiece for the pure hell of it. And I’ve never deviated from that basic outlook in all these years. Gimme some crayons and I’ll probably come up with something.