Passion

Helloo guys im in art for about 2 hours and this got really boring so i decided to write a blog. This pretty bad but i have to practice.

An aspiring artist sat there painting, his new found hobby. His back hunched over. His fingers were crusted with pigment from the wiping and smearing of the paint on the canvas. His hair remained unkempt and held a foul scent of rotten eggs and glue. He had not showered in days. His shirt was of a neon green color but the neon has faded back due the paint covering it. His jeans remained low on his waist. His legs were crossed, the right on top of his left. Each shoe had been worn in yet maintained a fashionable level. You could say that he looked like a bum-a dedicated hard working bum that is.

I have decided to be more like this artist, allowing art to control every aspect of his appearance. His posture remains crooked, his fingers are crusted, his hair remains unwashed, and his shirt is ruined, all for his new found passion. He remains indifferent to all of this, channeling all of his attention and focus into creating a work of art. I will do the same but instead channel my everything into something greater.