It is funny how the mind of an artist works.
He or she can either choose to take the defect of a human - being it physical or not - and turn it into a piece of art, either take a quality,
a beautiful feature and alter it into something hideous and despicable. All this choices depend on the artist’s feelings at the precise moment of creation.
Just a simple game of a beautifully troubled mind. I realised all this while walking to school this morning. Every time I passed by a display window, I would catch a glimpse of my reflexion.
My attention was always caught by my blemishes; blemishes that are not even that bad in real life as they are in my head. And that go me thinking.
Whenever I would see a drawing online containing a character with one or more of what I believe to be ugly on myself, I would find that art work beautiful. So my question is.
If we can look at or imagine a character and find his or hers flaws gorgeous and unique, why can’t we do the same about ourselves?