I believe in the formation of a mental image of something that is neither perceived as real nor present to the senses; this it is called imagination. It really is a powerful thing. No one has the same mind as another; therefore, everyone is entitled to their own fantasies. It’s impossible to think that no one person doesn’t have one, it’s there everyday, it’s used everyday, it’s more than likely to be apart of your world.
I use my imagination to get away from reality. There are just times when I can’t handle what’s going on, so my mind goes into a slumber, waiting to be woken up by reality again. It’s a vicious cycle and I don’t expect anyone to understand, sometimes I don’t. When there are arguments, wars, discrimination, and prejudice I can’t help but lock myself away in this place called my imagination. It helps me to breathe and let the time pass. But there comes a time that I can’t always avoid reality, there are times where I do face them.
I use my imagination for my art. You can’t be an artist without an expressive imagination; it’s just a part of the job that comes with it. Many people my paint realism or draw a historical event, but you see it’s their imagination that helps them create the snapshot in time and rebuild it on an empty canvas or blank sheet of paper. It’s exciting for me to create mythical creatures, dragons especially, but most of all angels. I don’t know if there is a deeper meaning to why I like to draw these things but my mind goes wild with ideas.
I’ve been praised at what I draw but to me they never come out the way that I want them and it gets very frustrating. If I imagine a dark room with ivy climbing up the walls and a simple light shining down on a girl with white wings, it won’t turn out that way. Similar yes, but nothing is like what I imagined. It’s like the connection between my brain and my hands don’t communicate well. I could only wish that there was a way to show everyone what goes on inside my mind. The mind is scary and not everyone will understand it but it’s worth a try to express it to the best you can. I’m a bit scared of my mind, in a way, but I know that I have something cluttered but beautiful in there.
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