Fueling My Artistic Fire

Posted by
Vin Lout
Updated by
Steve Laurence
Last updated:
June 1, 2020

When I put a pencil to a piece of paper, I feel I have control and authority over where the lines will curve and where they will create jagged edges. When I add color to the mix, things become more complex. Or maybe not at all. I could draw a simple sun, or I could use a brilliant variety of purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows to fabricate a beautiful sunrise. There are always images running around in my head, but only a few become a reality. I have the power to give them life. A name. An identity. They can become beautiful people in a place I make. Everyone has their own little world, but this one is mine to hold close and dear to my heart.

Fueling My Artistic Fire

There is this special peaceful place I go to whenever I’m coming up with something new. All of the stress I deal with in everyday life fades away for a few blissful moments. One of the best things about art is that you can take all of your frustrations and use them to fuel your artistic fire. That is what I do, and because of it my anxiety never stays long. I can just breathe and tell myself to use my fears as inspiration. Some of my best pieces came about after overcoming a tragedy.

I’ve made a multitude of different things, but I only keep a few special creations. The others have found new homes in other peoples lives, because I chose to let them go. Constructing the artwork brings me joy, but only after I’ve brought some sort of brightness into someone’s else’s life does the true satisfaction settle in. When I see a friend smile because I’ve given them a simple gift from my heart, it is very comforting.

There is no need for expensive tangible things when you can have something priceless and open to interpretation. In a way, it’s as if I’m a parent, sending one of my children off into the world to make the best of the time they are given. In reality, we as humans aren’t on this earth to live eternally. But some of the most beautiful, intricate artworks have been around for several thousands of years. Some of the oldest pieces created by anatomically modern humans were engraved ostrich eggshell fragments dating back to around 60,000 BC, and that is truly fascinating.

Pablo Picasso once said, “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” I am no longer a child, but I still have a lot of growing to do. Pencils give me wings, paints give me strength, but only I have the power to decide whether I will take off and fly or remain on the ground. I want to leave behind something spectacular, and if I’m not given any opportunities, I will make my own. The sky will never be the limit because when it comes to art, there are no limits. I will write my own story, and I hope to make it a great one.

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