Art used to be something I loved. Until I stopped all drawing/painting/still-life/cartooning lessons. Big mistake! I mean, I kept on begging my parents to let me resume my lessons, to have art back in my life since middle school, but it never happened. Ever since I was little, I knew I had a talent no other kids had: a keen eye for art, and a productive drawing hand. Dammit, I wish I could revive my already-deceased talent.
Like today, I was painting my nails. I wanted to make a specific patterning. I can imagine the basics of the design but I could NOT bring it to reality. I knew exactly what I wanted, but no sketch matched up to my standards. Dammit, it's like the art is trapped inside of me. And it can only be unlocked with a key: a key I once possessed but lost.
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