The 7 Artwork





This is the "evolution" of my final artwork of the second evaluation in which my professor gave a seven over ten of score because I couldn't finish it and it wasn't a collage and that it didn't look good enough. At least the last one was what I think why I got a seven. Many of my classmates even helped me out but one certain person who has already finished hers refused to help me even though I really needed some help because according to her someone else needed help more than me and that mine was perfect enough that she didn't want to touch it and she didn't want to do anything to my artwork so that made me feel sort of bad. This was the very first time that I got a seven for a project in this subject that's why I felt kind of bad for myself and my classmates because they barely helped me or I don't usually ask for any help and when they helped me on this one, I didn't get a very good grade. That was because my hand was very shaky and I was rushing so much because it was the last day when I started painting it so although knowing that I wouldn't be able to finish it that day, I still rushed because I'm sort of perfectionist which sucks so much. This was one of the things that made me feel bad the weekend after that even though some people complimented me for my artwork because they thought it was beautiful so that kind of relieved me a little.

Anne "Haizea" (Wind Tempest)

  I couldn’t hear anything from that far but I could see clearly the whole room and surprisingly, I know all of them because as they create me, their descendant, they must put every quality a ruler must acquire. I can’t explain but I could see them all which made me wonder if all descendants that they’ve done also could and it really feels weird for me knowing that I don’t have my immortality. They went on and on, on something they couldn’t agree on for days and I couldn’t even hear anyone even though I want to help so bad, I just cannot. That is, until someone said something really convincing, well at least that’s what I think that happened, and then, I saw someone come in

à a middle-aged man, normal height, with curly silver blonde hair and he held a staff on his right hand and some kind of scroll on the other, a wizard! He just blasted himself in, grabbed me and I felt something really weird like we were teleporting and we were. The next thing I knew was that we were on an island with dragons flying, chasing for food in every direction.