先写到这里吧，我要去看书去了明天有法语单元考试。而且还有好多作为要写……………………

嘿，早
　　　--唱给你的歌

不过你们要不要看我为了申请大学而写一篇？ 我当然不会用这篇申请，虽然我很喜欢…………

Perspective
My mouse hovered nervously around the ‘Submit new thread’ button. I checked it over onelast time to make sure everything was perfect – I uploaded the picture, introduced myself, and typed the title of my piece: “Harmony”. Finally, I clicked that button. Next, the agonizing wait for the results began.
I entered into a monthly art contest, hosted by the largest Manhwa scanlation group (Korean Comic scanning, translating, and editing group) on the web. Few participate; there are only around twenty entries per art contest. Each contestant posts a thread in a sub-forum, and the community scrutinizes and decides which one was the best for each contest. I felt certain that I would place in one of the top three, if not first. I waited for people to post comment and sing praises about my piece.
Of course, if I had won, I would not be writing about that art contest. My thread ended up being one of the least viewed, least commented upon, and in third to last place. That fact enraged me so much that I did not look at that forum for a few months before finally returning and reflecting over why I lost.
Over the days, I gradually cooled down and realized that Ineed change the view on art. Before entering into that contest, my art pieces were constantly praised and hung around school. Everyone looked up to me for my art, including that piece. A small niche community couldn’t possibly be that much better than me. When I looked at all the other pieces, only flaws poppedout. Yes, I should see flaws, but there is always something to learn from otherpieces. Inspired to improve my aesthetic appreciation, I created an account on DeviantArt, the largest community of artists in the world, and viewed thousands of other pieces; by merely looking at them, my art improved. Now, critiques are welcomed, not shunned. I don’t want comments of only approval; comments of intelligent criticisms are dearer to my heart. Once, I was blindly over-confident, but now I know my flaws.
Viewing my piece from a different perspective, I could now see how the proportions ofthe two main characters were both very strange: the neck was thinner than thearm; one shoulder was broader than the other; and the hair seemed so sharp that it could stab someone-everything appeared anomalous. These discoveries influenced my art style as a whole; I would spend countless hours perfecting my drawing of a face. Correct body anatomy turned into an integral part of my philosophy. If mistakes occurred, even if I was far into the drawing process, I would make changes. To understand proportions better, I would spend time just sitting down and sketching models from various angles to see how the proportions should be. Even now, I sit down with a pencil in hand and Pandora playing the background,and I sketch humans and animals from different perspectives. Though the sounds of piano music may fill the room, I only hear the sounds of pencil softly scratching the paper.
Failure to place in an art contest hosted by a small niche community may seem like a tiny thing to many, but that failure felt meaningful. It has been three years sinceI participated in that contest, but the errors I made still impact the way I draw today. My pictures may still be rather simple, but I try to pay great attentions to all small details in order to make sure a piece is perfect. I never did win anything from that community, but there have been other accomplishments that I achieved in art. I’m confident in my art, but it was not the blind confidence that I had years ago. Though my art may be considered amazing by my friends, I still have much work to do.
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