How Time Fly Short Story

How Time Fly’s For me, it has always been easy to loose myself in a drawing. Almost similar to a scavenger hunt I search for every detail to make the drawing come to life. Often I will lose track of time that seems to pass around me in a flash. For the past few years I have been working diligently to improve my art skills. So far I have noticed numerous growth, but I’m not content. The biggest competition I had known at the time has been at the Washington Parish Free Fair, an annual event of Washington Parish with a variety of contest to enter and rides to enjoy. I expected only the best ribbons handed out for my art work; however when I didn’t receive the best I would turn crimson red in anger and blame the judges. It was winter and school just started back after Christmas break-- I was the ninth grade. My art teacher Mrs. Caron Knight – a shorter than average women with grey hair and wore black rectangular glasses – announced to the small class of fourteen of the Literary Rally art division at Southeastern college and she could send eight, two for each category. The categories where: black and white, sculpture, colored …show more content…
Those next few weeks I had worked on my colored drawing any chance I could. I would become enraged when I had to erase a mistake, I despised mistakes, it only took up time. I knew this was a level up from the fair I have known and conquered, it had to be perfect, it had to be my best. I used water color for my base, next I drew a black and white grandfather clock onto the washed over page. Once the most difficult part was out of the way I put all my focus on the wave of numbers and modern clocks that flew from the old grandfather. For the wave I used sharpies and prismicolor pencils. I was not aware of how long the drawing took because I was too busy to stop and notice. When done, it wore a simple black frame; which my mom helped pick out. I named my finished drawing Time Fly