Sketched in
intellectual artistry, I see a person whose strength lies in staying true to
themselves. I see the person standing in front of me offering up who they are
and hoping so intensely that others will just take them as they come. You, like
the finest canvas, stretch your arms out and reach for identity. This unique
ability to carve yourself out of nothingness leaves you met with awe as those
around you try so desperately to match your authenticity.
Prone to
isolation and melancholy, others may see you as a brooding poet, though I know
that your depth can only be compared to the ocean, or, more dramatically,
perhaps, to that of an unbelievably large stage. But don’t let others tell you
that your sensitivity is too much. You are never “too much.”
In your quest
to master the difficult, you must remember that not everyone else will want to
do the same, and that that’s OK. This challenge to yourself then becomes yet
another way that you stand out among the crowd.
Fashioned
from buttons and thread, you hold your creations to the sky and demand that
others recognize your efforts. You do not require that they like it because you
know that their taste is not yours, but it’s alright to be upset from
time-to-time when you find out that you’re not always for others.
You follow
your interests and your passions because you know that they will lead you where
you need to go. And it is admirable, my little pan pastel, that you never want
to stop achieving, but there will come a point where you are going to want to
learn to be happy where you are.
Painted in the
balance between logic and emotion, you drip honesty from your lash-line like
teardrops. Like a good rubbing, you’ve made more of an impact in me than you
know, and I, for one, cannot wait to continue watching you grow.
Love, your biggest fan,
r.h.
P.S. Believe in what you need to create, and don’t
let other people influence that creativity because they will always want to
impose their thoughts onto yours. But don’t make those thoughts yours.
We want to help her get some money for the baby by robbing a bank. Well, shitfire, Kansas, that’s the sweetest thing I ever heard.
SUGAR AND SPICE (2001) dir. Francine McDougall
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”
