Third time lucky eh? Thursday was ANZAC day, and it got me thinking 'bout something. When I was younger... About year 5 or 6, we were asked to design a banner for our school. All the schools of the area place banners along Torrens Road. Since it was a WWI jubilie and a sigifigent year for WWII as well, all the banners were themed around remembering the wars. We were to all submit designs, and ideas from some of the best would be taken and put together by someone I figured was a professional and the rest of us would get together and paint it. Of course, when I thought of things like ANZAC day and rememberence day, I thought of some of the imagery they liked to show us on ABC doccumentaries. So I drew rows of nameless white crosses and a crude representation of the glenelg war memorial.
Needless to say, none of my pictures were chosen.
I did, however, end up getting a handshake from the teacher. The lady came in with a draw up of the final design, and looking around you could see which students got their ideas chosen as she outlined the plan. The student who'd borrowed the atlas and outlined Australia, the extremly artistic one who'd drawn the native flowers around a wreath, the girl who'd drawn the flags in the V for victory sign. The banner was Australia in yellow in a sea of dark green, surrounded by native flowers around two australian flags with the poles in a V shape. Then she mentioned my ontribution. She said she had found something written on one of the posters that she liked, and so it would be written above the map of Australia. To all those who fought for our freedom, and to those who died doing so- Thank you. I recognised it as mine- I'd written it in the top left corner of my banner in a vauge attempt to make the image more meaningful. Of course, I was buzzed she liked it but I remember it feeling a little shallow. Then the teacher goes through our submissions and comes across mine. He calls me up to the desk, which I aproach aprehensively. Nothing good comes of being called to the teachers desk- most of the time it resulted in me loosing my Pen lisense. On a side note, that may explain my reluctance to get a drivers lisense.
But no, I wasn't in trouble. The teacher wanted to shake my hand because of what I'd written on my submission. That was bizarre to say the least, and I'm sure it's had a psychological impact on me of some kind. I now like to write on my pictures, but I doubt that's entirely it.

Mediochre little tid-bit, no?

"Wit is educated insolence."
~Aristotle
- posted by Washi @ 9:34 pm