pretty face.

so if u cant tell by the name of my blog i am an "artist" well sorta, im only fifteen but i am pretty good at least thats what my friends and family say. so over the past few days i have been drawing a tree. yes it sounds plain but behind every drawing and every painting i ever made there is an entire story behind it. it tells of feelings and of where the picture came from, its history. it tells of how and why it all began and shows where it was leading, its whole life. it tells of what became of it after it is all over and done with and how it will continue to affect those who look at it or cross its path, where it ended up. to me it is more than a pretty face, theres so much more to it than that. theres a whole other side to it just waiting to be discovered and admired. so in a way each work of art has a life of its own, a certain spot in time which belongs to it and only it, just like a generation, you will live your life and then you will leave but you wont take everything with you, you will leave so much behind that everyone has a chance to learn about you and love the story you left behind for everyone to see.
now another thing people may overlook when it comes to art is that as things change and as you go through life, no matter where you yourself end up and wherever your life takes you those pictures stay the same. its kind of like a diary only for people who arent that into the whole writing everyday kinda thing. you can look back to them to remember the past and for guidance in the present and future. it shows how far you have come as a person and it tells YOUR story with its story, because its story is part of your story and you. you can find out exactly how you were feeling before after and during the time the drawing or painting (or whatever your preference of art may be) and go back to that time, like a song can when it is played over it can take you back to that time and place even back to who you used to be. everything has an outside and an inside. you just have to look past the pretty face to truly enjoy what it has to offer. well these are my feelings and i hope that i have shed a little bit of light on the subject to try to get you to understand the very passion i have for art. it is my life. it holds my story. it IS my story. whats yours?

waiting...

so i am in the choir at my church and we always do a really big performance for christmas and christmas eve. of coarse the entire choir is going away and have made plans so its just gonna be me and my friend k. doing the whole thing. this includes all the cantoring, (soloing). so as you can imagine tonights practice is crucial seeing as it is our last one before we have to sing them. but again my luck is beginning to run out with my brother not showing up after wrestling practice so my dad can pick him up and then come get me and take me to practice. so now im going to be late which is even worse because k. is driving me home but we have to leave early from it because she has to babysit =[ so i felt the best thing to do to pass time and keep my mind off of my late father and missing brother i thought i would write it on here. plus im bored =] so now i guess all thats left to do is sit and wait.

a fresh start

my old blog was getting boring all my friends were getting new blogs plus i didnt want to deal with everything i wrote in my old one so i decided to get a new one and get a fresh start. =]