Life isn't fair
When I was an illustrator I was usually well represented in the Society of Illustrators Annual Exhibition. Each year there was a prize awarded for the best piece created by a SI member. The award was the Hamilton King Award and was awarded by a consensus of the past winners. One year, I was told by a member of that jury, there was a tie in the voting. The jury was torn between two paintings, mine and that of another artist, and neither faction was willing to give in. So they compromised and gave the award to a third illustrator. It still ticks me off to this day.
It is a sad thing when judges are so insecure that they are unable to recognize the merit of other points of view. A piece of art should be judged on how good it is for what it is. Degree of difficulty should be the tiebreaker. Period!
Throughout my career as an artist, I have entered many shows and have been most fortunate to be accepted numerous times and certainly blessed to have garnered more than my fair share awards. I take pride in this because most of the judges have been dogmatically indoctrinated as to the evils of rendering, which I have often been accused of perpetuating. Yet in spite of this they still voted for my work.
If I don
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