My daughter is home from school today; she has a stomach virus. She just finished reading the book,"Speak".
I found it was made into a movie and had put it in the top of my queue on Netflix. It arrived today; so
she watched it. I attempted to watch it. It was so sad...I found it interesting, that art helped her work through her fear and speak again. The main character, Melinda, had a kind art teacher, that helped her
use art to express herself. I recently submitted my story at Crescendoh, the Readers Share section.
Today my story was chosen; Thanks Jenny! Funny, I also received my package from them today; I ordered some stamps.
Art can't cure me, but it has saved me from a downward spiral of darkness. It can help you to express
your emotions, things you find hard to share or speak about. Art can be many things, your grandmother's hands, a smile, a kind word, a meal, a warm embrace, the curve of an arch, the fence gate, a word of compassion, flowers, a story or poem, dancing, music, the smile on your child's face and much, much more.
Art at times can be a gift or a curse. You sacrifice, follow your dreams, dying for your art, then there is the starving artist persona. There are actors who suffered for their art and musicians, who can't get a gig, writers
getting the dreaded rejection slip. I have heard persistence is key.
Art evokes many emotions, good and bad. Frustration is part of it; I think I have the flu; I have attempted to get my etsy store up and isn't happening, yet. A lot of interruptions;I don't have my own space, at this time. I won't quit I will continue, press on.
Don't give up on your dreams, find or make a new path, because if you find joy in whatever you
choose to do... then it isn't wrong to continue. There are always obstacles, just fight and climb over them, one at a time.