My loss has shaken my confidence. I lost my sole venue of exhibit. I started exploring online. Nobody wants to buy or give money to own an art that is whimsy and delightful. They will pay money for furthering their personal goals, like getting attention for buying something, showing off they belong to a certain informal club that owns that thing.
I began to reconsider my options. Perhaps the door that closed told me I was not meant to walk through it. Maybe I should try other openings.
Like writing. I found a specific genre that I liked – https://artmater.com/what-is-my-collection-of-scary-stories/
It is too soon to speculate what may come out of it, if anything at all.
Have you a loss that changes your identity?