Night and Day
Ever since I was young art has been a passage for emotional expression. Whether it be busting out of the front door and running outside with my sketchbook to draw pictures of every interesting plant I saw or sitting in my house on a cold day with nothing but my imagination to guide my pen, I always enjoyed doing it. Over the years I never quit and I'm so glad I didn't. Through every rough time, no matter what it was, I was always able to draw about it. I almost felt like I could draw myself out of it. Having that place to express myself was one of the only things standing between me and disaster. Art is such a beautiful thing. Each line has a purpose and it differs depending on which artist you ask, but personally I think each stroke of the pen has meaning. You can see the emotion in it. If it is thick and jagged you know the artist could've been angry. If it is thin and graceful, perhaps they're in love. The possibilities are vast and endless! I know I'm not just speaking for myself when I say that art is a huge part of what makes someone who they are. It's a beautiful representative of emotion, and I wouldn't trade having the ability to do that for anything!