today I picked up my own brush. I swept aside the pastel pencils that once colored in the lines, and I tossed away the rule books whose maxims chained me to black and white sketches of a life that I hadn’t lived.
the first stroke across that great white canvas was pure exhilaration. the red paint splattered my bare arms and brushed my nose like freckles from a summer’s afternoon sun.
the second was heart wrenching, unadulterated adventure. my eyes could only watch in awe as my hands moved a rhythm all their own, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d missed this all along.
the third stroke was paradise for the soul. in that moment of release, my brush dancing in its newfound freedom, I heard the sound of my breath and knew that my mind was blissfully still.
when I gazed upon my work in all its chaotic glory and even at my paint splattered hands, I did not miss the familiarity of my beloved pencils. my art had begun to look a lot less like fairytales and a lot more like life.
Claire Crafts is a young author and aspiring poet from Southern California. She published her first novel, Trust the Wind, at the age of sixteen. She is currently pursuing new creative projects and hopes to publish again soon in the future. When not writing, Claire enjoys reading, practicing yoga, spending time with family and friends, and exploring positive psychology.