Well, i won 100$ again this year. i did better than i thought i would. decided to go with my unicorn idea.
at first i have 4 ideas, one was an african woman facing the sunset, another was fox portrait, then there was the ballet theme i could have tried again, and the unicorn.

i decided on the unicorn under a full moon, along with a green fairy, with a swamp/cypress tree background.

i titled it "Cypress Dreams"
though i wanted to call it "Absinthe."

i have about 2 decent pictures that i will upload when i can.
again, the sunlight was in the way, and it made photo taking a pain.
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i'm entering the lsu chalk festival again this year, for a chance to win another 100$ prize, tomorrow morning.

i'm just about in tears trying to come up with something to do this year. i don't even want to be doing it.

i can't be myself and draw what i want because my grandma and my dad don't think it's good enough to win. i showed them my sketches and they said the anatomy was all wrong and that the person in the image looked like manga and they didn't like it (when it was my personal art style, so it hurt a lot).

i went to my bedroom and cried for a while. i'm really upset about it.

sometimes i wish my parent's would just stay out of what i'm doing and not bother with they're input.
last year i was getting fussed at being told that if i didn't make the satin on the pointe shoes in my entry from last year smoother, it wouldn't win, and that the sharpness looked out of place, when that sharpness was what i wanted shown... i wanted the sharpness to be the focal point.. but instead i got mad, cried, and smoothed everything out to make my parents happy.

i still won, but it wasn't with what i wanted to do. it wasn't all mine. and it hurts that they always think about something to correct, when it's either intentional, or when they're told that's not how it will really look.

i just hate showing them my art... it's going to get bad enough that i'm going to be afraid to show anyone any of my art... just like what happened with my writing.

people don't read my writing anymore. in fact, i don't really write anymore.
it was so personal, that i quit letting people read my things, and eventually quit writing altogether (even essays for school didn't get written because of it).