Finished. (Or at least, handed in)
I won’t lie, I was getting a little emotional seeing the art exhibition set up today.
The 13 years of my High School education is finally drawing to a close, and every year since I was 5, I have frequented the art exhibition held at the high school knowing that some day I’d be doing that. With this weird sense of times passing, I remember how much I would always wonder over what the end result would be and what I would eventually hand in.
Every year I would get new ideas, and it finally feels very odd and strangely very young to step into those shoes at last. Young, because I am really getting taken back to memories of childhood here, and young because with it completed I’ve gained a new sense of free time and everything is feeling very light and easy right now. Not so pessimistic.
After a few joyous and emotional moments, Drew and I found amusement in listening to the year nine assistants lead primary school students around the hall and attempt to explain each of the HSC works to the kids.
One quote in particular ‘Don’t lean on that, it’s oil on canvas or something!’ - in regards to an oil pastel portrait on paper. ’… So as you can see, it’s deep and meaningful and stuff’ … ’ (from the same girl)
And then when overhearing one girl attempt to explain my BOW to the younger kids “… oh no, she’s not dead!” Bitch please, it’s entitled Ophelia II. (Completely cringe worthy, I know, but I honestly couldn’t name it anything other that that because all of the stupid synonyms we came up with kept on coming back to being related to diarrhea and I was thinking ‘no, this is not good, not good at all’) And then she was talking about the structural frame and it was all so wrong, I mean, I don’t even know who you are and you’re just making up things about how I made it, so it was just really funny to listen to.