Blue Moment

I am having one of those blue moments, where I just can't see it happening for me. Darn those rejection letters! What they really should be called is "infection letters", because those singular pieces of paper have such a paralysing affect. Words are so potently powerful and even if written politely a person can still be thrown off balance and are left feeling doubtful in their own artistic abilities.

I wonder if Andy Warhol ever felt like this. Were there moments when he considered throwing in his screen printing inks after reading an "infection letter"?