Who are you and what is your life like as a teenager in 2023? In words or images, explore, but don't feel limited by, questions such as:
Who are you at your core? How, when, or where do you most feel like your true self?
What most inspires you? Where do you find awe, joy, contentment, kindness, love?
What are the major influences in your life – people, places, ideas, creativity, the arts? How do they help to define who you are, what is important to you, and what you hope for in your life?
What issues are teenagers facing that adults don’t understand?
PRIZES AND PUBLICATION IN TWO CATEGORIES:Writing: Poetry, prose, essay, commentary, songwriting; Visual Art Category: Photography, painting, sketching, sculpture, collage, digital art. If your chosen genre or medium isn't listed here, that's OK, go ahead and submit it! NOTE TO VISUAL ARTISTS: Responses can be abstract, literal, symbolic, interpretive, realistic – whatever best conveys your message. DEADLINE: March 1, 2023
30,000 people visit DaVinci's Mona Lisa every day. She is arguably the most famous art work of all time. For centuries people have marveled, scrutinized and praised her, and for centuries they will. This is in part because she is a mystery. Questions as to who she really was, the motivations behind her portrait, the true meaning of her infamous smile, and whether or not the painting was ever finished, are still studied today. Their power often eclipses DaVinci's talent, which had originally placed her behind glass. As a teenager, it is easy to feel under the microscope in the same way. Grades, goals, and futures are constantly questioned, with the feeling that any change could be caught by countless onlookers. The sensation that all eyes are on you is hard to shake. Mona Lisa was of course beautiful, but you have to wonder if she would have wanted to be constantly watched, or if she would have been happy to have her portrait hanging merely on a wall at home.
The faceless ones are chittering in their fancy suits As they sip sparkling wine—don’t they know that dulls their wits? My throat is burning, vocal cords worn from the constant calling I stand up on the stage, one hand over my heart I don’t belong here They are laughing, laughing, laughing, as they wait for the sale Devils? No, I don’t think so, just people Who have things not meant for them, like Power or money or approval that they are ready to exchange For segments ripped straight from my soul I know the currency well
Item 1: a porcelain mask, cracked, faded paint flaking Antique, poor condition, free of cost (but not of price) I was born different, and different isn’t bad But it’s something to cage, to warp to society’s whims I don’t know how old I was when someone Placed the mask on my butterfly nightstand
The frowned-upon coffee stain on your favorite sweater The stamp of the all-too bright winter sun pressed to your eyelids The sharp sliver under your curling crimson fingernail The crackle of the radio that suppresses a could-have-been-great-song There's nothing we can do to avoid them But we sure can crinkle our noses and mumble under our breaths Cursing and snarling at what we deny to all have been through. Expected to lose the inconvenience of wide-eyed immaturity, To Grow Up like an adult, round out our rough edges and shake hands professionally... While being treated like a speck of dirt, Like a slip-away feather on your royal violet gown, Never meeting the sky-arching standards of real adults. Real adults who are too far above secret handshakes and fantasy stories to twitch a muscle. We are treated like children, but expected to never act like one.
One day, when the itching-crawling was Too much to bear, I stood at the bottom Of my driveway, tilted back my head And screamed up at the clear blue sky — There was no thunder. I did not call A rainstorm. The sky remained clear. I screamed and screamed and screamed Enough to jostle the puffy clouds, but Nothing. My cry was insubstantial — A ghost-call, complete with that burning Which says, “You exist, you feel too much” But also, “You are not here, not here at all.” The sound didn’t echo, just escaped and Dissipated without pomp or ceremony. Again and again I screamed at the sky Until I realized my screaming was not And would never be enough.
The next day, I screamed into a pillow And my sound suffocated in the stagnant Air of my room, was caught in my snot Was constrained by salty chains of tears. No one heard. Not because they were
I did a piece that represents peace, calmness, and hope. I ended up doing a monochromatic painting using different shades of purple that compliment each other. My intention originally was to do a painting with different shades of blue as my sky with a green grass but I did not like how the blue sky came out so I decided to make my sky purple and from there I ended up doing the monochromatic design. Nature is a very peaceful place for me.
I made this peice to try and show what goes on in someones mind verse what people actually see. The dark side represents the dark side of peoples minds and even though the drarker side is bigger, people only see or focus on the bright positive side which is how I think most people feel that others do.
In my piece, I created an acrylic potrait that contains my hobbies and some of the extracuricular activities that I do. Around the center piece I put my top valuse that I admire most.
Growing knowledge is an abstract, still life in the medium of acrylic paint. I wanted to show two things that I really like in my painting. I love to read and I love plants. Those are things that are very important to me. I thought I could also show the growth of knowledge and its importance. The large plant growing going everywhere shows the growth and the knowledge is in the books. I tried to show realistic leaves. So I added shading and layers of colors. I chose to add titles to two of my books with my two favorite books. Shout by Laurie Halse Anderson, and Into the wild by Jon Krakauer. I also showed a theme in the painting of green, my favorite color.