So a few months ago I started playing this mobile game that my coworker Sean plays called Puzzle and Dragons. It’s this old Japanese color matching game where you move an orb around and try to match 3 or more of the same color in a row within a time limit. It looks like this:
I thought it was a fun, low-stress, casual game that I could get better at. It was also very baby-friendly, something you could pick up and put down at a moments notice, and was a fun way to pass the time while waiting for the baby to fall asleep in the middle of the night.
Anyway, the company behind this game had an art contest! Draw this character:
wearing a costume to make it look like any other character in the game. All participants get in-game rewards! I figured, sure why not. So I chose this guy (one of the simpler ones to draw):
I sketched out something rough and was about to submit it. But then I thought it wasn’t half bad so maybe I’d tighten up the line work and spend a few more hours to make it look a bit better. This was my final entry:
I thought it was ok! Maybe I had a chance of winning one of those five runner up t-shirts! Or the top prize, a plushie which I could give to Isaac! I felt this prize would validate all my color matching efforts (or even more, my expensive art degree). A few weeks later I heard they were going to announce the winners by email. I kept checking my email that night, refreshing, checking my spam inbox, checking my second email address just in case. But as time went on without any email, my heart began to sink and the next day I found out I didn’t win. I was kinda bummed. Maybe I wasn’t that good of an artist anyway. But after seeing the rest of the entries and how fun and creative some of them were, I felt a lot better about it. I guess It was fun to do, and, well, at least mommy still thinks I’m a good artist.