Hello friends! Cherry will be narrating today’s Life at Camp Photostory. I hope you enjoy!
It was free time on the first day of Colorful Creations week. We were all working on conceptual art for our pieces for the art show on Friday.
“Done!” I cheered after a quick scribble. I didn’t like to waste too much time.
“Wow!” Petal glanced up from her drawing. “I’ve only just started on mine.”
“What about you Claire?” I asked.
“I don’t want to show anyone until I’m done,” Claire muttered, not bothering to look up from her work.
Everyone was quiet for the next few minutes. I let Petal and Claire focus on thier drawings.
“I’m done!” Petal proudly showed off her picture.
I admired Petal’s drawing. “It looks great!” I complimented. It looked much better than mine. Maybe Claires wouldn’t look quite so good.
“Done!” Claire chirped.
“It’s very rough, but I think it’s a good start,” Claire defended her drawing.
I stared at the drawing that I was once proud of. It suddenly didn’t look so good.
“I’m going to go to the main hall and work on my actual piece. Want to come with?” Petal asked.
“Sounds fun,” Claire replied.
“I think I’ll pass, I mumbled.
I decided that I had to fix my drawing. It didn’t look good at all compared to Petal’s or Claire’s piece.
Once I decided that the drawing couldn’t be fixed, I just drew an x over it.
I flipped the paper over.
I couldn’t think of anything to draw. Our pieces were supposed to represent us.
I tried to draw a self-portait.
The self-portrait looked horrible. “I give up!”
I shoved my drawing under the bed. No one needed to see its ugliness.
That night, Petal and Claire lay awake talking.
“I can’t wait for the art show!” Claire exclaimed.
“Me too!” Petal agreed.
I just lay awake, thinking of my disgusting piece.
The next afternoon, we were all gathered in the cabin discussing our drawings.
“I don’t know what I’m going to make,” I sighed.
“What about your drawing from yesterday?” Claire inquired.
“Oh, I lost it,” I lied.
“We’ll help you find it!” Petal decided. “It’s probably somewhere around the cabin.”
“It’s right here!” Claire exclaimed, peeking under the bed.
I sighed as we pulled out the drawing and took a good look at it.
“Why is there a big ‘X’ over it?” Claire asked.
“Because it’s horrible!” I cried, throwing myself on the horrid drawing. “It looks so much worse than the ones you guys did.”
“It’s different, not worse,” Petal comforted.
Claire and Petal got closer to me. “Everyone has different styles. Yours is abstract. I think it looks good,” Claire announced.
We gathered in a group hug. I felt better after talking to my friends.
I was going to make art that made me happy. I didn’t really care how good it was. What mattered was that I had a good time doing it.