Above my desk. I haven’t done a piece in ages. I simply do not have the time, materials, or the inspiration. Pre-med bound is literally binding me down. Maybe when winter break comes around the corner…
All I know is that my roommate Melanie took a break from studying, stood up, and was awkwardly silent. I was finished with putting these on the wall cus I had just recieved them by mail from my Mumma. YO, I heard sniffs. I turned around. Melanie was staring at my wall. The girl was tearing up! Ya know, Melanie is a 4th year pre-law and theatre major, I did not see this comin’..
“It’s beautiful, Michelle”…
She gave me a hug. Explained her reason for her emotions (she grew up as a child seeing her parents paint so she has a deep rooted appreciation for art), and by far, it was one of the most awkwardest, sincere, genuine, EMOTIONAL encounters I’ve ever been in. Forms of flattery have never been so intense. I am not at all as (insert positive-connotative-adjective) that Melanie had granted and praised me to be.
This is just a hobby, perhaps a passion; nothing I will ever plan on boasting upon. I am constantly inspired and in awe of other’s work ( MAY I ADD, I AM IN LOVE WITH CAMILLE’S PAINTINGS, EL’s PHOTOGRAPHY & ENVOY’S BEATS&LYRICAL SKILL <3) and I find myself continually growing for art has no bounds.
*Drapes (charcoal), Biggie (oil pastels), Murs (pencil), Woman on Acid, Blu, Buffalo, & Andy Warhol Phail : (Watercolor)