So now you’re stuck home crying over something that someone said. They tried to dub you a liar and judged your intense pain as false. Called you a lot of things. Tried to prove that you’re made of stone and have no feelings for others. They intensified your pain by increasing the intensity of arguments and accusations. It’s almost as if they wanted to prove you or your feelings never ever existed.
Most of us artists have felt this way, many a time. Don’t deny this, I know it’s true. I’ve faced this millions of times. Back in ninth grade, tenth grade and now again in twelfth grade. What I always say is that diamonds are rare, you find coal everywhere. Each of us in this community is adamantine. We are better than most of the world put together. We see things as they are, we speak our mind and we are not of the herd. We are our own people. We respect each other and do not deny each other their pain. We are the world’s healers, magicians. We heal through art. We capture thoughts, we create magic with our craft. We comfort with our craft. Being one with Art we know that the easel, desk, pen, charcoal, paintbrush, colors and our beautiful hands mean more than anything in the world. We are on a higher plane of consciousness where we solely live for the truth alone. We preserve human states of mind, emotions through our craft. We celebrate everything that is human. Our skills, our emotions. Our passion. We live art. We breathe art.
Regressing I see myself crying, scratching my face in frustration, cutting my wrist. No one picked me up, no one cared about me but I have survived through that. That pain was real. There is no two ways about it and now if anyone were to tell me it wasn’t real I will not believe them. I have learnt through experience to never share my pain with non-artists they just don’t understand. I am much much stronger than most women now. I am strong I know how to control my emotions and feelings. I have learnt how to be one with myself and know that I am the greatest friend of all to myself. I have realized through my experiences that everyone is worthy. Everyone is of use to the world. And I believe in artists more so because we are the finest. Skilled and notice and care for the life around us. We may be the most slandered guild. We may be the most hated by the ordinary but we are the diamonds in this dust of coals. We love, are affectionate and do not slander. We don’t like someone or something we tell it right to their face. We’re not diplomatic two faces. We’re not slanderers we talk right to the face and never to the back.
Remember my dear deviants people will try to slander us. put us down. They will counteract every word of ours. Try to make us bleed and make us think that we are worthless. The world will ever strive to break us. Know that we are diamonds in this dust of coals. Know that we’re not earthly mortals, we’re not earthly ordinary laymen. We belong to the artistic guild, we’re on the highest plane of consciousness. Don’t let them pluck the wings of children of the sky. We are worth more than our weight in diamonds. I laugh at my foolishness of years ago when I thought I was lower than the meanest of worms. I know that the world tries to break me because of my worth. Because I’m a golden child. A child of the free sky. A diamond set in platinum.
