Weekly Report 28
I had an assignment in my art class to create an art piece in an unconventional surface. My plan was perfect. There was this deflated basketball in the garage; it looked as if someone punched it. For some reason, when I saw it I had this amazing realization, like an epiphany. I will draw a face on the ball; it will squirm and look towards the dent caused by the imaginary punch. Oh! I should draw two faces. Both with different reactions. Honestly, I do not know why I had this thought, but I loved it! I thought this idea was absolutely amazing. All I had to do was paint the ball with some random skin-like colors and then draw on it with a sharpie.
The piece looked like garbage; calling it a piece gives it too much credit. I had not even thought about how the sharpie would look and how the ball’s texture would affect the drawing, and that proved fatal. The drawing just looked horribly made. The faces looked like they were made by a child, and the distortion looked accidental. I was a bit upset my flawless plan brought about by a glorious epiphany fell to pieces, but I did have a backup plan. There were a few stones in my garage that would serve as a great surface for a pen-drawing. The texture created an outdoorsy atmosphere, so I drew a rural estate with permanent markers. It actually turned out well; it’s probably one of my best pieces. That is not what I want to focus on, though.
I actually learned from this experience. This is the first horrible work I made since I began diving into art. That, I feel, is good. The experience has taught me to accept my bad work and learn from it. It’s made me feel human. Regardless of how much I may try or dedicate myself to art, I will still make mistakes and need to grow and improve. Remembering that is vital to keeping me from stagnation.