The Artist

Look at the tall, young man walking down the street in black, tattered shoes. He is wearing a purple beret and a bright orange and white striped shirt. His dark blonde hair is long and layered. His body in thin and lean. He has a handsome face with dark, arched brows that frame his grey-green eyes. He walks with a nonchalance yet there is a determined look on his face. His mind is full of creative ideas lost in fantastical thoughts. He observes and contemplates films and edits draws and envisions. He is looking to make his mark in the world To have his voice heard To stand out among the many. The competition is fierce yet he will not compromise. The goal is authentic self expression. Through the pain of repeated rejection he continues to put one step in front of the other. One day he will succeed, if he perseveres. Keep walking young man my son. Written in April, 2004