My god, this art is so beautiful.

I entered an art competition mostly for fun, but this piece may go above and beyond.

I don’t say my piece may be the best one yet to toot my own horn,

I say this because this is like no other art I’ve done.

It’s…a self-portrait, but also an abstract of sorts.

It tells such a profound story while leaving room for an onlooker to choose their own climax and ending.

T...

As I looked around the gallery at the pieces of artwork created, a sense of calm rushed over me. The artwork displayed in the room was beautiful, there was no denying that. The work was produced by artists, after all, and they had spent much time perfecting their pieces. I, of course, was not an artist. At least, I wasn’t an artist in the same sense that they were. Their creativity shown thro...

I would never willingly describe myself as conceited, or having possessed a quality so demeaning as arrogance. It was not within my character to inflate myself, or position myself upon a pedestal, but it appeared to me that the arts were capable of conjuring such a thing inside of me.

My ego thrived off of the unexpected attention that surrounded my quaint, minute portrait. It depicted a woman, ...

My heart was pounding, I was bound to win. I mean, I did have the best piece here.

But as I waited for them to announce first place, I got more and more nervous. I looked up at Jenny and Olivia, who had been awarded second and third place.

The red head judge raised the microphone to her lips, “And first place goes to Johnathan Lee!”

“What?” I heard myself say without letting myself say it.

Eve...

The dirt is a grayish brown.

It’s scattered all over with untamed grass that grows over the ground.

The grass grows on the tombstones, that sit like tiny Easter Island heads, abandoned ones.

And lastly, a stormy night, black clouds, a lightning bolt striking a cross, a stormy night....

It wasn’t often I presented my art anywhere, to anyone - let alone at any sort of contest. My art pieces doubled as pieces of myself. I wasn’t the most confident individual, and inviting in criticism has never been a strong-suit. So to ask that my “pieces of self” be judged was entirely out-of-character.

But this drawing was different. Generally I didn’t think much about the technical appearance ...

I entered an art contest. I decided to make a Santa sculpture since it is the holiday season. I thought it turned out amazing. But, i was little anxious about my competition. I was against some of the best artists Ariana, Emily, John , and Braden. The contest was 12/23. I only have 2 more days left to add details. I made the beard a little fluffier and longer, and by the time i was done doing th...

I was definitely the most talented artist here. Looking at the other paintings, they didn’t stand a change. Some children had drawn flowers, some pieces of candy. Pathetic.

Here comes the judges. It seemed they were playing soft this year, judging these kids with high scores. But no matter how high they scored them, I would do better.

“Laura Clark?” One of the judges, the red head, said.

“Yes?...

It’s been 16 minutes since i’ve presented my piece. Obviously i would’ve liked to have done better, considering i stumbled over a couple words caught up in the glaring eyes of hundreds before me, sadly then leading into a little breakdown which Kris would call a “moderate exaggeration”. Kris is my partner in the studio and a long time friend, though we’ve been through some rough patches over the c...

Dear diary,

I knew they could do it!

I had been working on a painting for weeks! It was for the biggest art competition at school the whole year. For the competition I had no painted the most beautiful painting I had ever done! The art had at be based off something. So obviously I based it off my dog..More like I did my dog!

The date was 11/12/21

The day we showed and presented our art!

Whe...