“Get a sensible job,” they say “One that earns a good constant salary; One that you aren’t in risk of losing; One that will keep you safe on your feet. Be a nurse, be a doctor, but don’t be an artist.” I would be. If I had the support, that is. I would put every emotion, every ounce of passion, and every bit of my soul on a canvas, a page, where ever I can put it to lie. And I do, but not for a living. If I did I would show how art helps when times are low.
You see, I was depressed once and it lead me on a downward spiral after my grandpa died. He loved when I sketched or painted and I would think of the smile he gave me when I showed him something new. The more I thought of that smile I knew I had to get better to maintain it even though he was gone. Countless pieces were made and after a hard road I was happy again.
Given the chance I would change the world by teaching others the beauty of art. I would teach them to direct negative energy to create something and it would show them that beautiful things can come from any shade of darkness. They can choose to stop self harm, thoughts of suicide, self pity, or whatever they faced and create something positive. They can learn to live again one creation at a time.