The Artist

“The artist colors your world, and the Sun lights up my world.” I remember when I first read the line; it was a nicely written little line on a sheet of paper in the library. Since it was the library, all I did was let out a sigh of contentment. I still get goose bumps just reading and thinking about this phrase. It characterizes not only a transformation, but also realization of self.

I was a fading star, approaching life with the soft grayscale tones that would play the quintessential part of silent movies and bad French movies. Life became something that just happened; day in, day out without any repercussions. I was slowly living the life of doomed monotony—I was content, but not happy.

Then she comes along. She reminded me of a simpler time, back when life wasn’t about this or that…it was about appreciating the simple things in life. It made me realize that we shouldn’t complain to God that we receive minor setbacks; rather, it was more beneficial to praise Him for reminding us how great the good times are. After all, if we didn’t have the bad, we wouldn’t have the good, great or amazing either.

It wasn’t easy, gripping the paintbrush after being out of the game for so long. I wasn’t sure which colors to use, or how much I had to use to mix. All I knew, or remember for that matter, was that the end result was to look pretty. Hence, I’d try my hardest to make it the sweetest, the prettiest, the cutest pictures; if not for me, for her.

But at the end of the day, it reminded me of who I was, changed who I am, and impacted who I will be. She has reignited something in me: the spirit of an artist. Now the different aspects of being an artist have all come in; they can range from something as simple as dancing in the rain to something intentional like writing various notes. If anything, life is exciting again.