Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Though common, Emily is my name and mine alone.



From many angles, I am me.  When vacations come around, I see a key chain, and I see a name written on the front in glowing letters.  The name looks familiar because it is my name I see, but at the same time, it is not.  There are Emily's in the world, some near and some far.  These people are not me.  They do not see things the way I see them.  I peer through the looking glass, through a magnifying glass that catches everything.  I look through a mirror to see the other me, the me you don't see, the me that reveals the secrets.  There is only one Emily that can write like I write.  There is only one Emily that can dance like I dance.  There is only one Emily that can draw like I draw.  There is only one Emily that can be me. 

From many angles, I am me. I write because there is only one way to completely yell and scream at someone without them being offended. There is only one way to express the feelings that describe you without feeling naked out in the open, because you can hide the feelings behind complicated words and scribbles.  Writing is about being bold or timid, but either way, you are out in the open and hiding under the desk at the same time. 

From many angles, I am me.  I dance to be free.  At dance, and only one type of dance, can I be completely free. I am a tapper.  Paradiddles is what makes me me.  I paradiddle when I'm nervous, I paradiddle when I'm mad.  I paradiddle in dance, because it's what makes me me.  I'm a tapper, because when you're in tap, you can be as raucous as you desire.  In Ballet, you float on water.  In Pointe, you crack your toes on the wooden shoe you sit upon.  In Jazz, you parade around the room acting like you're all that. But in Tap, you are who you are.  You are loud, obnoxious, or you are quiet and invisible.  

From many angles, I am me.  I draw to show everybody a clue, a secret about me.  Hidden beneath the depths of paint and pencil, lies a girl who wants everybody to know what she sees. In art, whether it be ceramics or drawing, you see things in a way that is unique.  One may look at rain and see despair; or they may look at rain and see a girl dancing.  So in art, when you create something you can call your own, you paint a treasure map.  When you look at the clues, and you find the X, you may be surprised by what you see.  You see a person who has buried their feelings, and when you finally see, you still won't understand.  The reason you paint or you free draw, you put emotions onto paper, that only you will see. 

From many angles, I am me.  I have shown you but three angles of me.  In me, there is many more than just three.  By showing you three, I hope you see, that from many angles, I am me. 

1 comment:

  1. I like loud and obnoxious. It's much more fun.

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