It Didn't Work

An artist friend and I took a class. For one of the assignments she made a 9 piece grid which I thought was wonderful. The last piece had the words “It Didn’t Work” written in large, very distinct letters. She did not feel happy with how the grid turned out, hence, the superimposing of this phrase at the end. The consensus of opinion was that it was brilliant and right on especially in terms of the meaning - the choices we mere mortals make and the outcomes from time to time. In fact, I was just dealing with a situation, and I found myself saying simply, “It Didn’t Work.” There’s a certain, built-in acceptance which I find calming, kind of like “Oops.”

Oddly enough, she submitted this sole piece of the grid for entry into the SFAI art show alongside my submittal. They both got accepted by a curator from SF Moma. I wish I had a picture of hers.