My Hero's Journey

Inadvertently I stumbled upon something that I would take for granted as a refuge. A refuge in which I could express myself, my emotions and transfer them into a visual reality. For once I did not acknowledge the presence of the crutches beside me. Hesitant at first then gradually getting more bold with each sweep of the hand, my depressed state faded away as color expanded across the canvas and replaced itself with one of hunger and awe. This was the day art pulled me by the arm me and forced me to expand its importance in my life. The story of this discovery’s journey began incidentally on the the track, a place I considered an addiction - and still do. It is a place where I could indulge in the enjoyment of running, but towards the end of my 8th grade year it became a place of excruciating pain. Running no longer held the same ease it had once had, yet still I craved it, still I yearned for the clear mentality that followed angry breathes and screaming legs, so still I ran. Despite the ever-present throbbing …show more content…
I’ve never been so conflicted in my entire life. I’ve never had such rampant thoughts and so much inner turmoil. It wasn’t until my hand connected a paintbrush to a canvas that I felt relieved from it all. The dam that held hostage so many thoughts and emotions released itself. Flooding out came a symphony almost as melodic as a runner’s exhaled breath, the equivalence of a pumping heart. Lost in the beauty of color and creation I almost drowned relishing it. New incentive filled me, I had discovered an escape and I wasn’t letting go. What I found was something that I’d take with me the rest of my life. In class Mr. Hawkins, my english teacher said something that really stuck out to me: “sometimes when one door closes, another one opens." A door opened for me, I walked through it, and I’ve expanded as an artist because of