I was playing TinierMe, which is an online avatar (they called it "selfy") community. You can dress it up, talk with people. And one (if not, majority) of the reason why I joined it was because of the large art groups/communities. Well, I had fun. Until today.
I learned a valuable lesson today. It is not an emotional life lesson, nor will it save thousands of lives. But, it will save me from slaving myself in front of the computer, while I could have done something a lot more productive. (No, I wouldn’t, and most likely I would have slave myself on the computer over something else, but that is beside the point)
This lesson that I learned today is: Be careful of joining art contests. To elaborate on that, especially contests that emits a I-am-a- 7-year-old-who-can't-spell-nor-know-the-basics-of-grammar aura. (I should be the last person on Earth who complains about writing mechanics, because my writing is atrocious.)
Well, if I had been weary (which I was) from just one glance at the title of the contest, I would not be sneezing up curses right now. "DrawLing Contest" (the L was capitalized to accentuate the complete idiocy and the lack of knowledge of first grade spelling) I should have known by then that nothing good will come out of this.
I understand that everyone has a different taste in art, but whatever the taste is, an artist's skills should always be considered. Apparently, letting a 7 year old choose between obvious choices is like balancing chemistry formulas. It will end in a trainwreck, or following the chem theme, cataclysmic explosion ensues.
I would rather not post a comparison between my piece and the "winning" piece of the contest, because that would be totally unfair to the chosen winner. Plus, I will look like a complete douche.
Am I being a sore loser? In a way, yes. By no means I am denying this. However, given that I have an indisputable reason to bitch, I will and did.
Lesson of the day: Watch One Piece instead.
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