Read here for the saga of the dreaded breakup and one artist's decision to be open about it.
When it happened to me, I was inconsolable. I figured I was an impostor anyway, and was finally found out. I wasn't really angry at the gallery, I was just deeply saddened because I kind of really liked them. No other profession demands so much of its practictioners. The stoicism, narcissism, and complete denial of reality one must deploy to continue on is formidable. I see people give up every day.
Pink Slip Mantra at Tire Shop [ the flipside at Winkleman]