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This is a piece of my gcse art

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Why did I choose GCSE art

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GCSE art final piece. 10 hours of work was totally worth it #art #artistsoninstagram #gcseart #monochrome #blackandwhite #watercolour #charcoal #underwaterphotography #darkart #darkartists #underwater #portrait #distortion https://www.instagram.com/p/B5OEd_OJdgp/?igshid=n5rbmx6zq68u

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"Mia’s work is so detailed and beautiful. Artist inspiration @hajin_bae and @AudreyKawasaki" - from Victoria Halliburton Wey Valley College in Guildford, England

These are the work of Mia, she is a student of Victoria. Mia's work is very cool!!!! I was very impressed by her work!! Thank you soooooo much Mia & Victoria!!!❤

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Teacher: *lets me do a cartoonist for an artist analysis*

Teacher: You have to make your personal response realistic while reflecting both artists' styles

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I wish I had things to post but I just DON'T so here, have this shell i sketched out in art with charcoal

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On Working Hard... And Failing.

It’s time for a story,

(it does have a good moral by the time you get to the end of it, I promise)

See, today I went to my GCSE Art Exhibition and Awards Evening with my parents. It was all very pleasant, the sun was glowing which made the pieces look even better in the natural sunlight that the gallery/conservatory provided and it was lovely seeing some of the best people who I hadn’t seen or talked too since we left school. I found my work, all spread out along the back wall (because that’s how much space it needed) and I got praised and questioned about my work by peers and my parents of course. It was all fine and dandy, almost perfect. But then it came to the awards part of the evening. Now, I was pretty confident that I had at least a chance of winning something, I had worked so goddamn hard and I knew that I deserved something for how much more time and effort I put into my work than most of the other people (I know that that sounds selfish, but it’s true, some people put in the least amount of time possible,) and I was determined that my name would pop up somewhere.

So we are all stood there, huddled in the old art room, my art teacher stood on a table so that he could be seen and heard, and listened to his thanks and then listened as he called out the names of the people who had won awards for their art. My friend Lauren was called, My friend James was called, but not me yet. A boy from my class called Reuben was called, Macey, a girl who used to sit next to me in Maths was called, but still not me. I stood there, waiting in limbo, watching as each of my fellow students was called out and went to accept their awards, watching the smiles leap on to their faces as they shook hands and thanked the teacher. It made me happy to see them happy, they honestly had deserved the praise that they had gotten. 

“-and finally, the top award from the art society goes to...” my teacher finally said, my name hadn’t been called up to this point so I thought maybe this was the one for me, not that I thought I could ever get a top award like that. It was as if everything went into slow motion as my heart began to leap up into my throat, banging loudly in my chest as if it was about to break free from its cage, as I began to go over the idea of winning it in my head, holding on to it like a childhood dream.

“-and finally, the top award from the art society goes too... Emily!” my teacher announced. And immediately my heart dropped like a pebble in water. See, this Emily, who I have changed the name of for the purposes of this blog post, did put a lot of work into her art, but she didn’t put the same type of work in that I did. I put in hours and hours of work and ended up bringing a lot of my work home to finish because I wanted it all to be as good as I could make it, I spent nights sleeplessly sorting through my work and doing finishing touches. Whereas Emily didn’t spend hours and hours of extra time doing her work, but she did do a bit of extra, and she never thought about what she was doing as much as me and some other well deserving people did. This Emily is also the type of person who wins at everything, gets every award, gets all the praise, gets to do all of the things, and just seems to leave people like me and the other hardworking students in her shadow, which I know puts us down and makes us think less of ourselves in situations like this. It also irritates me that she gets top grades in every. Single. Subject. And she does it without any work, never revises for any tests and doesn’t do her homework. But yet whines about how she’s really crap at this and really bad at that yet it takes so much goddamn work for me to get half the grade she gets, yet she’s the one who is always complaining about how rubbish she is at all of her subjects. 

The reason I am so annoyed by the fact that Emily won this award is that she wins at everything else, and I believe that, even if I didn’t get the award otherwise, it was time for someone who doesn’t win all the time to win something for once. 

As I am sat back at home writing this, with each word I write, I feel myself realising how stupid this little rant was, and how ridiculous it was that this tiny thing disrupted my happiness for longer than it should’ve done. Maybe it was fueled by jealousy, maybe heartbroken-ness or perhaps I was just too hopeful. But now, after a bit of time to think and step back from the situation, I’ve decided that there is definitely a moral to this story.

I tried so hard on my Art over the past 2 years, I worked my butt off... yet I failed? In most respects, I haven’t failed, my marks on my work were amazing in my opinion etc. but I believed that I could get one of the awards and then I didn’t receive one, which, at that moment in the old art room, felt like a failure. The moral to this story is that it’s okay to fail. It’s okay to work hard and fail. It’s okay to be angry or sad when you fail. But we have to understand that we all fail at something, there's something that we all aren’t that good at. None of us are perfect, only human. And I myself still need to learn that lesson, and I quite like the fact that I had to learn it in this situation rather than any other. Of course it annoyed me seeing her walk up and receive the award when so many others may have deserved it just as much if not even more, and it will do for a while, but learning to not hold on to things for too long and letting things go is something much more important than letting things get to you and causing problems in your life. You just have to remember what is more important, letting a small and possibly insignificant failure ruin your day, or spending time with the people who love you and appreciate the hard work that you put into the things that you are passionate about.

That’s all from me for this post, hope I didn’t send you spiralling into an existential crisis or anything! I felt like I needed to somehow document this time so that I could look back on them myself and laugh at how stupid I was as well as maybe help someone else who may be feeling similar. 

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- C