I have always wanted to draw
I have always wanted to put lines and color together
and have them tell a story
I have always wanted to be an artist.
But one day
when I was 7 years old
my teacher took a look at a picture I was painting and she cried,
” What is the matter with you? Are you doing this on purpose? All you had to do was paint a tree. How hard is it
to paint a tree? I showed you how. ”
She pointed to the chalkboard where she had drawn a perfect tree for us to copy.
It was indeed a beautiful tree.
I stood there in my oversized shirt with flowers on it- my first and only artist’s ” smock ” and looked at my painting of a cat with fangs and devil’s horns. It wasn’t like the tree on the chalkboard or even close to the ones my classmates had painted and I was pretty sure it was not beautiful.
” It told me it wanted to be a Cat. With fangs. And horns. ” I said pointing to the obvious mistake I had created at my easel. ” Not a tree. It did NOT want to be a tree.”
She pulled the brush out of my hands, grabbed my arm and marched me back to my seat and made me sit down in it.
” Don’t ever do that again.”
And I didn’t.
I never painted or drew my own pictures again because they never seem to want to be anything close to what I was expected to produce. They have ideas of their own.
Instead I write stories with Fangs and horns and sometimes they have a cat’s face and they can be exactly who they want to be.
Lines and colors kept safe in words on a page.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Refuge