Outside Looking In

It takes brilliance to do it as stupidly as I do.

Mrs. Grover, I appreciate you taking your free period to address my work in art class, but I fear your use of the word "sloppy" betrays a failure of yours more than it does one of mine.

Don't get me wrong; I understand that typically third grade might be a time when you'd expect to see students focus on drawing cleaner pictures, perhaps even attempt to recreate the characters created by professionals that they witness on television. But, Mrs. Grover, I'm not a typical third grader.

My drawings may appear lazy to you, the aimless scrawlings of someone eager to leave the art room and get out to the playground. The truth, however, is that they are very calculated. Every broken line I render, every color I smudge onto the page, it's all an exercise in active rejection. Society tells us to make neat and tidy drawings, so in response, I make my work as muddled as possible, because rebellion is an important aspect of any culture and often drives it to greater heights than its founders ever imagined!

But point well taken on the inappropriateness of my titles. I will go back and re-name "Laser Poop 1" and "Laser Poop 2" to something more in line with my message.

Wear this shirt: to art school.

Don't wear this shirt: around people who are color blind.

This shirt tells the world: "I think [directly] outside the box!"

We call this color: if you can't see the design, they won't let you into the navy.

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