art
Since I always write about serious things, I wanted to write about something happier. I wanted to talk about art and how it shapes who I am :) When I feel the need to be creative, it feels like an itch. It's like something fuzzy, warm, and bright wants to come out of me, like a little ball of light. I'll be sitting in class or watching a movie or reading and then all of a sudden, I feel this strong urge to make something. It's like there is something in my chest that needs to be expressed in ways that words or gestures cannot convey. I feel a bit restless and antsy, as if I have a secret I've been keeping and I cannot tell anyone. Whether it is a sketch, a doodle, a painting, writing or video editing, I feel complete as soon as I start doing it. It's almost like taking a breath of fresh air when I'm in a stuffy room. I feel empty at first, like the feeling of being hungry and craving a chocolate cake so badly you can't think of anything else. Or the fee...
