Believe it or not, this image is entirely created by words.
You see, sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
The translation is as follows:
It was a hybrid of hunter and olive green with a silvery sheen like a river trout glistening in the sun. A river trout momentarily motionless. Maybe thats why I was so attached to the kid-sized mountain bike; Ive always been drawn to things that remind me of water. It had 21 speeds and tar black 1 ½ inch width tires, and cost me $250, or the equivalent of a years worth of hard-earned nine-year old allowance. I remember the day I walked proudly into Eclectic Bicycle and made my purchase; it was a hot, dusty afternoon in early August, and the very first thing I did when I returned home with my new vehicle, was chase the flitting, fluorescent dragonflies down the hill at fifteen miles an hour.
That was the beginning of a long and complicated relationship. My first day of fourth grade brought me pedaling staunchly up the hill, chunky legs alternately flexing, young lungs drawing raggedly for air, unused to the intense physical exertion. That bike and I slowly crawled up the hill at speed one. When we reached the elementary school, everything was covered in a thin, sticky membrane of sweat. I wearily parked by a red Schwinn, but I was so proud in my exhaustion. Since first grade, I wanted the boys to include me as one of their own, but I was always rejected from their games with an amused laugh. I was a girl, overweight and uncoordinated. And I didnt have a mountain bike the ultimate symbol of masculinity. But now
Cam and Griffen, two of my classmates spotted me, and made their way over to pass judgment on my accomplishment. My hopes were dashed however, as they pointed out Id barely made it up the hill, couldnt do a wheelie, or even go off jumps; feats they couldnt perform either. As I sat in a heap by my bicycle sobbing in frustration, I recognized life never played by fairness, and I would have to make the best of it on my own. That was one of the most important realizations I ever made.
Thankfully, the full story has a happy ending.
Me being who I am now.
Yes, this drawing doubled as my bicycle submission and my first essay for my Rhode Island School of Design application. It probably took the longest of the three, just because there was so. much. detail.
Thankfully, it was all worth it. :]
About 20 hours of work.
16 x 24" paper.
No.2 Mechanical Pencil.
Micrography RISD Bicycle.
EDIT: Had to semi-fix this awful photo.