Sherrie’s World
There’s a place I go to escape; a sanctuary that’s all my own. Just through the grass and into an open field, or among a busy city street overlooking a New York City skyscraper. You can find me in 1889 overlooking the swirling sky and the starry night in southern France. You can find me surrounded by Jesus and his twelve disciples during the moment where Jesus told them Judas will deceive him. You can find me anywhere that has been portrayed on a canvas. The opportunities are endless with the gift I have.
I first stumbled across my gift in middle school which was undoubtedly one of the harder times in my life. I needed an outlet, and I was presented one on a field trip to the Philadelphia Art Museum. It was a Monet painting, a Japanese bridge over a river of water lilies. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I wanted more than anything in the whole world to be there inside of that painting. And so I was. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it I was standing on that bridge admiring the beautiful water lilies below. It all seemed so normal to me, as if anybody could do it. My imaginative twelve year old mind believed that anything was possible. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school when I realized what I could do. …show more content…
I had a privileged life, but not an easy one. I always felt like I didn’t have a place anywhere, except for famous masterpieces to which I could go beyond the frame and explore what the human eye can’t see. I used this gift to my unfair advantage and escaped reality when times were tough. Doing this was my form of therapy, it gave me comfort to think that the artists who created those magnificent works of art may have witnessed the beauty they produced with their own eyes. I wanted to witness that beauty but it was hard, and I knew the one place I could was within these
There’s a place I go to escape; a sanctuary that’s all my own. Just through the grass and into an open field, or among a busy city street overlooking a New York City skyscraper. You can find me in 1889 overlooking the swirling sky and the starry night in southern France. You can find me surrounded by Jesus and his twelve disciples during the moment where Jesus told them Judas will deceive him. You can find me anywhere that has been portrayed on a canvas. The opportunities are endless with the gift I have.
I first stumbled across my gift in middle school which was undoubtedly one of the harder times in my life. I needed an outlet, and I was presented one on a field trip to the Philadelphia Art Museum. It was a Monet painting, a Japanese bridge over a river of water lilies. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I wanted more than anything in the whole world to be there inside of that painting. And so I was. I closed my eyes, and before I knew it I was standing on that bridge admiring the beautiful water lilies below. It all seemed so normal to me, as if anybody could do it. My imaginative twelve year old mind believed that anything was possible. It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school when I realized what I could do. …show more content…
I had a privileged life, but not an easy one. I always felt like I didn’t have a place anywhere, except for famous masterpieces to which I could go beyond the frame and explore what the human eye can’t see. I used this gift to my unfair advantage and escaped reality when times were tough. Doing this was my form of therapy, it gave me comfort to think that the artists who created those magnificent works of art may have witnessed the beauty they produced with their own eyes. I wanted to witness that beauty but it was hard, and I knew the one place I could was within these