Art Class Day 249

In town, in a school, there was an art class. A girl in the class made an art piece. People in her life didn't like the art piece. The girl liked her art, so to her, that's all that mattered. She didn't cry or worry that people in her life didn't like her art piece. She didn't feel badly about herself that her art piece wasn't liked by others. She didn't think about whether the next art would be liked by others. She simply made her art, and she liked it.

Why is she like this? She knows it is a waste of time to feel bad about what others think or say about her art. Her art is her creation so its her responsibility. Why would she feel bad about herself think that she is less, or her art is less? Art is art. And she is herself. She is not someone else's thought. And her thoughts are her own, and why would she accept any thought that her art pieces is horrible, when she likes it? There doesn't appear to be a good reason.

In art class she is graded. She knows that the grades in this class have an effect on her future acceptance to colleges. So she also made the decision to give the teacher what she wants, so she can get the highest grades. Because she can do both. She can make art that she likes, and make art for the grade, because why? They are both for her. The grade is her investment in her future, and the art is also for her pleasure. Why? Because her future matters and her present matters as well. They both matter.

So overall she is quite content with everything.