So there's a journal thing. Didn't really know what it was supposed to be so I clicked on it.
IT'S MAGIC I CAN WRITE THINGS WOOO! Okay so maybe I should write something.
I made a sculpture of a dragon and entered it into a city-wide art contest. Once my mom emails the pic I'll upload it.
Somehow it was awesome enough to get me to state. As in, state-wide art contest.
All of Texas.
Facing against me.
All these people with really awesome paintings that have to do with some deep struggle in their life, or about some deep message about a current event, or both.
And I just made a dragon because it looks cool.
It's not all that good of a dragon too. The glaze melted a bit in the kiln, so some of it is showing. His top two fangs and one of his claws broke off. As with any art, it didn't really become the pose I wanted it to be. The glaze I used was "shiny", which basically means it's hella bright. By the time I was told by my art teacher that I could enter it into the contest, I was already 90% done with making it. Which meant that it was dry, and I couldn't smooth it out and make it pretty.
I know, I know. Artists are always putting themselves down and making themselves feel humble. But looking at some of the other people, I'm surprised I even got a score of 4/4.
So these people who probably got like a freakin' 10/4 are gonna be facing me. Yaaaaay.
Not that I care about winning at all. It's just that I feel inadequate around them all.