We hang up our proudest moments on the fridge—everything from good grades and diplomas to newspaper clippings of family members, new born babies etc. While our unfortunately-mails end up in the trash folder...

I have printed out all 400 of my "unfortunately" emails and built a fridge out of them.

A life as an artist comes with many "unfortunately" emails in the inbox, and now they finally have a purpose. I invite the audience to read all the embarrassing rejections—some private and personal, others even royal….

What was the last rejection you received?