I entered an art contest two months ago. I worked on my entry for a week, hours a day. I put more into it than I have put into an art piece for years. It was especially hard because my vision has gotten so bad. Since I finished it my eyes have worsened to the point I can’t do any art at all anymore. As depressed as I am about that, I was proud that I had managed to make my last work of art a masterpiece. Not only did I work hard to make it LOOK good, but I put deep thought into the story behind the image and the meaning of various elements.

The winners of the contest were announced today. I didn’t place. I didn’t even get an honorable mention. I guess I knew going in that I didn’t have much more of a chance than anyone else, but this really stabs me in the heart. I really thought my art was better than some of those that placed, and I rarely ever think that about my own work.

I guess I’ve sucked at art all along. I suppose it’s no loss to the world that I can’t make art anymore. I never should have entered the contest, but the theme inspired me.