Artistic Transition

An average child will spend their youth being selfish and greedy. They will seek out toys to own and things to not share, but there comes a time in that child's life when things start to change.

My change comes tomorrow. For the past month, I have been sleepless and lifeless, thinking about the painting, rap and graphic novel that I would produce for a winter school unit. I tossed and turned in bed whilst my family all fell into a sleepful serenity amongst the hammering of their snores. I lay awake in bed asking my mind to assist me in some form of artistic development. For a while, it did not answer me. It thought of sleep, of television shows, of food and toilet breaks and more food and more sleep and it thought of the next pages in the book I was reading but it did not think of my artistic journey. So one night, I stopped asking it. 

It was shocked. It stared at me in utter disbelief. How could one so persistent in questioning suddenly stop? What motivated them to stop? Don't they want answers? it thought. I still wanted answers. So I waited some more. I received a few hints every now and again and I would jot them on my phone while risking it falling on my cheekbone from how tired I was due to how late I had to stay up for some sign of progress. And I pushed through, until, naturally, my mind chose the week before everything was due to function. And that is when my body was impacted on. 

Have you ever worked really hard non stop for an entire week with a few drops of coffee and very little sleep? I have. And it was a crazy experience. I had bags under my eyes so big that they could fend off bullets. I had a sluggish movement about me yet I pushed on. And it all paid off. Now, I am preparing the last of the things that I need to prepare for the presentation of these works tomorrow. Now, I have the ability to share pieces of my fragility with people who probably do not care about what I have to offer, but I do not care for their lack of care. I want to display my pride, all my hard work has to amount for something and it will tomorrow. 

I am a reformed human. It is amazing what power the mind has if you offer it patience and the working conditions it asks for. My mind began to work so rapidly in the last week that I lost track of the date and time - having my watch run out of battery did not help either, but that reminded me that artistic journeys have no time limit. To achieve the best you have to allow your ideas to come and go as they please, otherwise they will not please you. As I wait for my final day of this art unit, my excitement is building up. 

I cannot contain myself. Tomorrow, like a rainbow that has not visited the sky for years I will open up and glisten in the light of potential admirers. Tomorrow, I will truly transition from greedy child to unique adult.