Looks like I did manage to finish by Wednesday! :D I didn't think I'd have time/feel like finishing it after not touching it for a day (had a 7-hour long meeting yesterday. Yes, you read it right)... I did rush the colouring though... Can't afford to spend too much time on it. >< Edited the badge and ignored another which was supposed to be on the pocket (outfit is based on USAF General's~) because I'm lazy :D. I'm quite happy with how the clothes are coloured, especially since I 'got it right' on the first try xD. Cheated on the hair because no matter what I did, I couldn't get it to look the way I'd originally wanted it to be D:. 'Sides, less details on the hair means that I can get away with sloppy colouring for the rest of the picture. /shot
Yeap, it's a tribute piece for the 10th anniversary of 9/11! Bet you didn't see that one coming! :P Kidding aside, I really really wanted to do something to commemorate this occasion even though it never really affected me directly in any way. I remember when the incident first happened, one of my classmates organised a mini prayer session for those who'd perished. I was still pretty indifferent to the whole thing then, since it felt more like a movie to me than anything else, but I still joined in for respect. It's only recently that I realised how huge a milestone 9/11 was in not just the war on terror, but also in today's world in general. One reason why I wasn't allowed to go overseas for college was the fear my parents had that a terrorist attack would occur when I was there, and perhaps causing me to lose my life. Still, I attributed that to my parents' paranoid nerves because to me, it was too distant an event to really affect me on a deep emotional level.
This apathy continued despite echoes of this event occasionally crossing my path. Be it in the form of a school play or a class assignment, I could always conjour up logical sympathy but nothing more. It was only after watching documentaries on 9/11 and hearing the stories of various individuals about how their entire lives were changed because of that one event, did it really hit home as to what a catastrophe the 9/11 was. Instead of being just another event one would read about in the news, real people -who were not too different from myself- went about with their lives during that fateful day, not knowing that it'd be their last day on earth, the last time they'd ever see their loved ones. And that struck something within me (perhaps it was the chilling realisation that it could have happened to anyone). Even though it's been a decade since the 9/11, something in me just made me want to honour those who'd lost their lives in any way I could. Something to remember them by, and to remind myself that life is indeed that short and unpredictable. There's nothing fancy about this piece, and it was even a rushed job at certain parts but it makes a part of me feel slightly better that those people are not forgotten.
RIP to those whose lives had been snuffed out during that fateful day.
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