Why is it that my most favored piece of art goes unappreciated, while the one I care least for is the most beloved? Ive been an artist my whole life, I never felt I needed anything else but my pens and crayons and a blank piece of paper. When I was little, I could be left for hours on end as long as I had my materials. I used to paint and sketch real life so beautifully, but thanks to my parents, theyve crushed any dreams Ive had. They told me I wouldnt be anyone that Ill fail and starve.
When I was younger, everyone told me Id be an artist. I was foolish to hope. After my parents said no, I turned to veterinary science to make them happy. I love animals, but I could never watch an animal die and die in my hands, a person maybe but I could never get into med-school. And now,
three years after I graduated from high school, the only thing Ive done is work in a lousy coffee shop and draw cartoons. I may have always had a passion for cartoons, but fan art is all I seem to come up with.
Now a days, all I do is reminisce on my artwork from high school. I was sent to Germany for Creative Connections, I felt at home with all those artists. I produced some art I was really happy with. I could use almost any material and produce something. I had high hopes and people believed in me, but belief and a dream cant get you anywhere. What you need is dumb luck and money, which I dont have.
Now here I am, drawing another fan art piece for fun, just to keep control of my already increasing loose of artist talent. I havent the time or patience anymore, I dont even have the right materials to post my work. Everyday I think I should have given up a long time ago, but the little voice of hope just wont seem to die. In most situations, I always expect the worse to help ease the pain, or in the unlikely of situations the best should arise..Im more ecstatic than ever. However with my art, I still expect to wake up from the horrible nightmare that is my life. Maybe this hasnt happened, maybe Ive still got a shot, maybe I still have a dream.
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