destination: art.

For as long as I can remember, I've been coming home from school feeling as though no matter how much information I've absorbed in all of my classes it is slowly shifting to the back of my mind, hiding there, eventually to be forgotten with no real satisfaction of accomplishment behind it. It wasn't until this year that I realized the change in tone I had towards telling someone about my school day. Much enthusiasm is expressed whilst describing the conclusion of my school day-- my art class. There is always a lengthy conversation about my art class.

It's amazing the acknowledgment I gained of one of the most indescribable feelings in the world-- Having a destination and actually, whole-heartily, enjoying the progression leading towards that destination. Everything in my life that I have been through always started off with me imagining the best possible outcome-- Whether it be with my social life, or things I was trying to accomplish for myself. But never, and I mean never, in my life have I felt as if I'd be content with any outcome I was working towards.

If you were wondering; No... I'm not saying I always take pride in the finished product of everything I create. A lot of the times I feel what I have created was nothing close to the imagery I created in my mind-- The fact is that I DID create something, I DID reach a conclusion, and with minimum stress possible; and these are the facts that make the piece I created appear to be the outcome I wanted from the beginning.

Instead of feeling emotionally drained from my efforts and the process to get something accomplished in a way that suits me, I feel as though my emotion and motive has multiplied and is being portrayed in WHATEVER it is I made. My artwork is the child of my ambitious need to create and complete, and my ambition is always a proud parent.


Art is the only destination I feel I can reach,
the only destination I'm completely focused on reaching,
the only destination I'm always happy to reach.