Artwork Is Personal

Normal people are like paintings. There are images in the foreground that jump out at you almost immediately, such as farmers holding pitchforks. Once you are familiar enough with that aspect, you may begin to examine the middleground (is that even a compound word? I'm a writer, I should know this). In the middleground, you may find something that you would not have seen during your first glance. Maybe, behind that twisted, screaming man, you see a beautiful horse on a farm. Then, you find that the twisted man still has a nicer side of him. And as you look deeper into the darkest depths of a person's painting, you might see something few have seen before. In all of that darkness in the background, you'll find a yellow dot. But not just any dot: a star. It illuminates that one spot in the corner of this living painting. Through all the dark secrets, embarrassing moments, and memories we would love simply not to remember, we have a reason to resurface them. Because once they darken a person enough, the victim will soon realize that those memories are lit just enough to bring positivity and happiness through the negativity they bring. They shape us, make us who we are. And, eventually, we may only hope that one day we will be able to be shaped into a dot ourselves; to be the star that lights up someone else's night sky.