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Tuesday, November 16th, 2010
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5:04 pm - Through the eyes of an artist
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I am a drawer, a painter, a sketcher, a girl with a shattered past and a few scars to prove it. Though I don't have as many as my brother Dylan does. At least not in the physical sense.
I grew up in Santa Cruz, California with a junkie for a mother and an abuser for a father. My only salvation growing up were my two older brothers Jonathan and Dylan. Dylan more than anyone. When my father lost his temper, it was always Dylan that pushed me out of the way and took the punches for me. Mother was always too strung out to notice or care. During my early teenage years she passed, leaving me more or less in the care of my beloved protector and brother Dylan. Can you tell I think highly of him? If it wasn't for him and my best friend Sara Caulfield, I doubt I would have made it through my teenage years in one piece.
Anyone who's ever been to Santa Cruz, you know that it and the areas surrounding it are absolutely beautiful. You have the brightly colored beaches to the west and to the east you have lush, green forests in the mountains. These two places were often my escapes when all else failed. I remember being as young as 8 years old wandering the beaches and forests by myself. As I got a little older, I began to take a sketch pad and an old set of pastels Dylan had brought me some how and I would sketch the coastline or the sun sinking behind the mountains for hours. Eventually I picked up water colors and oil paints as well. I don't know how he did it but one summer when I was 10 years old, Dylan forged my mom's signature and signed me up for an art class the local youth center and I completely fell in love with the world of art. You could easily say I wanted to be the female version of Michaelangelo. As things at home grew worse, I began to spend long days locked away in my own make-shift art studio inside of my room. Nowadays, I make sure that no matter where I go, I have a huge studio to myself.
As I mentioned above, my best friend Sara became one of my few escapes. She and I met when we were just 5 years old. From the moment we met until the day she moved away, the two of us were inseparable. It didn't take long for the girl to learn all of my secrets. To this day, I can't hide anything from her. Even when we lived thousands of miles away from each other, it seems like from merely the sound of my voice she can tell when something is bothering me. As can I with her.
It is for that reason, that with the latest life changing events, that I have dragged her with me to San Francisco in search of my brother Dylan. I've yet to decide my feelings on this new twist to my life. All I know is that I'm thankful to have my best friend and my brother by my side.
current mood:  hopeful
current music: "Hand In My Pocket" Alanis Morisett
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