A piece I did in my senior year at SASA for Black History month. Now, I have never really liked this project. I had been doing it for years and I've never been able to get proper inspiration, ideas, or motivation to do it. I spent two weeks just trying to get an idea of what I wanted to do. I eventually came across a legend of the Baule that caught my attention.

The Baule tribe had been forced from their village by another tribe through like... a war or something. And the people fled across the lands and eventually came to a wide river. They knew they'd be safe on the other side, but the river was infested with crocodiles. The queen of the Baule went to the crocodiles and asked for safe passage. The crocodiles agreed, but only if the queen gave up her most precious possesion to them. Her only son and child.

And so she did, and they crossed the river safely and her people were safe.

Anyways, I liked the story, and I couldn't help but 'lawls' on the inside about baby eating. I MEAN, UHH, you didn't read that >_>

So, I worked on this for god knows how long, I actually started it with oil pastels and turpentine, but it SUCKED. So I did pencils. I hated it, god how I hated it. In the end my teacher selected it to go to the show, but I refused to let it go. Every year I had something sent to the show, but it never ranked anywhere, so what what the point? I never filled out the form for it to be sent and I never wrote my learning statement.

In the end she had a middle schooler dig through my tray when I wasn't there to find my rough draft of my learning statement, and she threw a title onto it. Which is why the title sucks.

It never won anything, and I was pissed at her. But life goes on.

Prisma pencils

© 2006. Kerstin A. Moranec

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