Sad Story

My granddaughter Phoebe, the real artist in the family, worked on an art project toward the end of the school year, hoping her piece would be picked for an art show at a local college.  She worked in chalk, a very difficult medium for intricate work. 

Ok, I know I'm her grandmother, but isn't this incredible?  Her piece was picked along with a few others from her school.  The sad part?  Her art teacher wanted to protect the chalk surface with a finishing spray and he focused on her piece first.  Her chalk piece became a surrealistic lava flow of color (I would actually like to see that, too), and of course her piece was not considered.  She would have won $500 for 1st place, which would help with upcoming college expenses.  I know the art teacher was devastated but can you imagine ruining an artist's work of art?  Needless to say, Phoebe cried, cursed, and wanted to kick somebody.  I never got to see the original ... just this photograph of it.  She's not discouraged but I doubt she will let anyone touch her art in the future.