Years ago I met my Lover, how I wish that we could meet again
So I guess I was wrong when I thought that my art wouldn't be so great in front of everyone else's in the show, but wow. I was shocked. We all rocked that thing, kids. Heck! Even the little, little Primary School kids were kickin' it this year. And there's this one kid in Middle School that blew me away with his inkwork.
But yes, I promise not to dwell on this too much, in hopes of not becoming obnoxious--but not only did my "Relief" piece win a Judge's Merit ribbon, but my giant self-portrait "Golden Child" one best of show in the High School Drawing category. This drives me HAPPY...for this entire year, I haven't entered many contests or even won much of anything besides a generic print-out certificate of half-pity and yet another super-gay award from Rodeo art (literally, it's got PRIDE ingrained in its fibers). I watched many of my lovely artist friends win awards they more-than-deserved and honestly, I became bitter that everyone was passing me up (and over such a silly thing, too? Just ribbons and plastic trophies?). I honestly started thinking that maybe art wasn't my thing, regardless of whatever talent I have in it. And then all of the sudden, I win two incredible honors at the end of the year in our district's small community show. And somehow it just let me know that I was alright; I am just where I need to be. Sounds ridiculous, but that's fine.
Basically, the show was like this:
But yes, I have never been more excited inside the admin building. I might hate our school, but we've got some incredible artists in every media, and I couldn't be more proud...or inspired.
My mom made these really strange treat-things called "scotch-a-roos" or however-you-spell-them and they're AWESOME.
Oh. And...well, snap, I forgot.
Bah, I should've learned by now: writing isn't a good idea when running on only a handful of sleep.
Note: One indicator that I'm sleepy? I talk like crazy. Nonstop; you'll never get a single word in.