An art needs to find its source, an artist needs something or someone to give him motivation, and she is my motivation. This inspiration is what fuels the energy of an artist. I have to say that she is one likely reason that gave me this inspiration. It was during this time or during this phase of my life that I was slowly developing my soft skills with graphite pencils and charcoal to draw sketches. And every time I saw her ,I would try to draw her. Even when I did not want to draw her or think about her, my mind just was not thinking about anything else. I would try to draw someone else or just randomly try to practice my drawings, but each time, I would end up drawing her eyes or face. Her eyes were not the most beautiful, but it had a sense of purpose and determination in it.
As an artist, my eyes can see more than just a human body. I could feel her soul and her personality through her eyes. And, this was probably the reason that I was unable to ignore her or just forget about her. I had crushes before her, and not a single one of them were that dead serious, but she was somehow different. She felt like an integral part of my mind and soul. She was a nobody to me and did not even know me what it felt like I had known her for years.
Every time at school and sometimes even in the classroom wherever and wherever my eyes fell upon her, I felt an irresistible urge to see her and to try to capture her image in the bottom of my heart and soul. Her mere presence gave me a reason not to stop and to continue to do my imagination. It was a connection with my mind and soul. Whatever my mind would think ,my heart would draw. It gave me a sense of purpose, a sense of empowerment that I had never witnessed before in my life. It was a magical feeling that I would never have witnessed if not for her. She was the inspiration that I needed, I felt different whenever she was near. I felt as if she had completed me.
The deeper I dived into my art, the more I realized how deep of an impact she had on my work. Each time I tried to think what to draw, I would unconsciously draw her, that too only based on the memories of our encounters, through our interactions at the school or through our text. Her radiant spirit guided my hand in every step ahead, leading me into the vast world of artistry. An art is not just shapes and colours, but it is a symbol of your love and your feelings and emotions. And it all became true because of her. For my readers who are reading this, let this be known that she was a powerhouse to my imagination and thoughts.
With every stroke of my pencil, I tried to capture the essence of her beauty. I used to observe every little detail about her. How her eyes looked, how she smiled, how she walked, and how she spoke. I was determined to immortalize her beauty through my art. Through the materialistic powers of graphite and charcoal, I immortalized her beauty in my art books. All my efforts were really growing up. As with each little sketch work and drawing, I was getting more efficient and productive as an artist. In other words, you can say that she guided me into the realm of arts, although I used to draw before, but I never did it with so much dedication.
I wanted to show her how beautiful she looked through my arts and sketches. And so I started to practice harder, I did so many sketches of her until I got one exactly how I wanted it to be. It was not hyper realistic but realistic enough to identify her. With each stroke of my pencil, I poured in my heart. The art may not have been a masterpiece, but it was a labour of love, an unspoken and untold testament of my growing affection, and respect towards her. In the end, it was not about being a great artist or producing flawless artwork. But rather a testament of my love and affection towards her. All my drawings were to showcase my effort, my love for her, and the little things we enjoyed together.
My friends on social media and people around me began noticing my change and development. A guy who never passed into his school's drawing course suddenly got better and better with each stroke. Ok, at my elementary school, there was a rule that you could not fail anyone in the least important subjects, and besides the fact that i had a teacher who constantly supported my efforts. I never failed in drawing courses. But that is another phase of my story. let's not bring it up here. They realized that was something that was inspiring me, as does the case with every artist. As a matter of fact ,they were trying to recreate a connection between my art and the subject of my inspiration. They marvelled at how my drawings shower life and elegant beauty that is held secret from the world. The intriguing details of my art showed my determination and my heart.
I realized that she was more than my inspiration. She was the source of strength and my motivation. Whenever I had doubts inside my mind or were uncertain about life choices, I would think about her, and almost instantly, I had an answer to my problems. Through her, I learned to embrace the delicate nature of human emotions and the strength and fragility of joy and sorrow. Her presence in my art became a celebration of life and of a newly found motivation and determination. Like a fire that got the touch of oxygen and grew its flame.
She was like magic to my mind. Every single day, whenever I used to sleep or tried to think, all I could see was her. Every time I went to sleep or just simply closed my eyes, I could only see her and nothing else. It was as if she had cast a magical spell over me, which made me constantly think about her. Every time I closed my eyes, I would dream to find myself transported into a world where she and I were the only inhabitants. I would be a Knight, and she would be a princess. And I would save her from all evil and danger.
In the depths of my imagination, i would travel across dangerous and rough terrains on my black horse and wearing an exquisite shiny armor, which is a likely plot for my book, The Prince of avonland In my imaginative world, i would battle mythical creatures and face daunting challenges, driven by the strength of love. With a sword in one hand and shield on the other, I confronted the sorcerer in a final showdown. And ,in a climactic display of valour and courage, I would emerge victorious. She would then throw her arms around me and embrace me like her hero. And in that story, I would be her saviour and hero. In each of these stories, I would be her partner for life and have a happily ever after type scenario. While I become the king of my kingdom and she will be my queen, and together, we will rule the kingdom.