Every so often, I get into my art. I give up everything and go into my "art cave." The phone goes off, the vape comes on and I just go at it. Until now I've never liked what comes out, always wanted to change my "style." I guess things change, I change, but my style is a constant. I'm learning to love it though. Love it like a companion, like a friend. I have to, we'll be together awhile.
My style started off as change. In the third grade we learned cursive, and I was hyper-active. My teacher switched my seat around a lot and the desks were in rows of two. I always took notice of the handwriting of the kid next to me. Serena had a nice flow to her cursive, the kind produced by a fluid wrist. Tony had nice round bubble letters girly but proud. I adapted their letters into my own. If I had know better then, I would've seen the makings of a graffiti artist, but life is funny, and it took years.
Change is hard, but it happens. Sometimes changing is an art form all by itself.
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