A story is like a picture. Although, instead of using pixels
or paints, we use words to convey a message, a meaning, or a happening. In kindergarten,
we are given paper, three primary color paints, and a brush, to create a fridge
worthy masterpiece. We may be asked to paint our favorite thing or place, or we
may be asked to show our family members and pets. But no matter the assignment,
we use our limited range of tools to illustrate a story. Our story.
In high school, we enter the art room with a set of new
experiences and lessons that a few years ago, we never would have dreamt of. In
this assignment, we’re given boxes of prisma colored pencils to express a
thought, or a feeling towards something about which we are most passionate.
Through shading, color choices, and patterns, we can more deeply and with
greater complexity, communicate our ideas. Our story.
Once we’ve graduated, we get jobs and go about our business.
On weekends, we have spare time which we occupy with visits to movies, restaurants,
and the occasional museum. At the museum of art, we have a chance to see
marvelous works of art that portray events, common everyday objects, and people.
These pieces on display afford us a glimpse into someone else’s story. We get a
chance to listen and learn from their experiences. Their story.
After a life of work, we have the opportunity to retire, and
live our remaining years in peace and relaxation. At this time in our lives, we
have seen many pictures. Some of which are ours, and some of which belong to
others. We are given a choice of as to whether we share these pictures with
others, or if we keep them to ourselves. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Our story.
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