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drawing- heaven or hell?

I had my art education competition today. I had chosen drawing, which became one of my many wrong decisions taken three years ago. I'm basically bad at drawing. If you want to praise my art, let me be frank, you'd have to become the character portrayed by prakash raj in thoza movie. Seriously, I'm that bad.

Anyway, our topic today was traditionally designed greeting card. Man, I never felt this nervous even during my annual exam. As I'm suffering from a phobia which disallows me to admire art, ( I usually suffer a lot) I was totally blanked out. I took my brush and started painting without even knowing what it was. so after half an hour it was over. I have to admit, it looked hell. I mean, the colour combination was nice but i didn't have the patience to do it neatly. I had another half an hour. so I grabbed my sketch, and started sketching something, without knowing what i was. Finally, it turned out to be a peacock surrounded with florals. I don't feel like saying it was awesome, but compared to the previous one, this thing was nice.

I didn't get the prize as usual. But the last minute change that I made was a wise one and told me that I could change anything if I wished. That whole hour made me tensed and nervous. That's qhy I came up with this title Drawing- ( are you drawing heaven or hell out of me) ЁЯСЕ

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