A personal essay on effort.
A personal essay on effort. From a young age I was always creating. I remember making up dream worlds and drawing maps that show you the world I wanted to be in, in great detail. I didn't show anyone my drawings until I was around 13. I was in Art class and we were challenged to create a poster, detailing a time within World War Two. This was what we were studying in history at the time, but my mind wandered into the idea of the propaganda posters and the idea that people were influenced by the flyers and the drawings in papers. The loud “look at me” messages. My poster represented just this and I worked day and night researching and sketching, fully focused on the idea. My sketch came to life. I used colouring pencils to help get the shading just right. I quietly handed it in. I remember this day still now as I was so proud of the effort I put in. I remember a week later and the teacher went through her favourite pieces. Mine wasn't included. I loved art class until then....
