Inspiration of the Art



I am an artist....

I am a lot of other things too, a person, a member of society, a lover, and I even have a name. Though none of those things define me more....than my art.

I lived a simple childhood, my parents always showed the utmost care to my being, even to the point when it became sicking, and always took care of me. I had a girlfriend once to who Intended to marry before my passion for the arts took its turn.

My art teacher, who I had grown to adore for he was like a father to me, once told me "inspiration can come from anywhere and defines an artist, by showing you how they see the world". Real compelling stuff but not enough for me to really understand what he ment. I know realize its one of those things that you fully understand on your own. Like reading a book by your self you gain a better comprehension than it being read to you.

It was winter back then, I don't remember the date but I remember the snow....and how cold it was when it latched onto your skin, like a parisite of froze water. I was a blowing young artist and was currently suffering from writers block. I was on the prowl for inspiration, which is harder to find then losing a marble in a mansion.

I exited a art gallery,being there for no other reason then I wanted to be surrounded by art at its best which is completely opinion base considering I was at a section of Da'vinci's work and he had been my inspiration for art in the first place, and entered into the cold streets of New York. NYC, the "greatest city on earth" honestly I beileve they say this because of how horrible people can be that they like to think something nice about there beloved city and I had grown to be one of those people.

"Find anything to kick start that brain of yours?" hearing the voice of a girl, cold by the sounds of it, whoms of which I recongnized almost immediatly....it was my girlfriend Venesa.

"Not really, but it was nice to see some of Da'vinci's work again this place always has a way of making me feel right at home." I was an artist after all; of course I felt right at home in a art exhibit. To which no surprise I get a scoff from my lover and a snotty attutide in her voice as she said.

"Duh, you would feel right at home if I threw you in a paint bucket and told you it was art! You need to take sometime for your self and quit worrying about your metal blockage. Inseperation strikes when it strikes, its not something you can force." Even though she knew nothing about art, she was right inspiration does strike when it is needed; however, these situations are different for everyone.

"Alright, Alright I will take you out to dinner...you could of just asked." Laughing as my faceious attuitude strikes her like a ton of bricks.

"Now you are getting it, come on there is a hot dog stand not to far from here and I got the munchies." Her use of the word munchies is odd but I followed along regardless, as I too was hungry.

After a few hours of us enjoying our night on the town, we decide that we should aquire shelter.

"SHIT, it is fucking freezing out here!" Her language is foul but her point does prove vaild as I agree that we need to find a warmer place to reside in then the dirty streets of the NYC.

"How about my studio, you love it there and its insulated!"

"Are we allowed?"

"Of course we are, It is my studio after all, I sleep there all the time!"

So we decide to make a trip to my art studio which was in a bad part of town, and yet the most beautiful as the night sky hit it with such nostalgic passion. I had an ulterior motive, hopefully I dragged the love of my life to my studio, in the slim chance I would gain inspiration for my first love.

Art...

An hour passed as we arrived at my building, saying hello to the neighbors as we climb the stairs, gaining in anxiety as I passed each step. My nostalgia growing with each pitter-padder of the heels of our shoes. As I open the door I unveil my lair of creativity and masterpieces, completly baised of course, allowing her into my world I eagerly awaited her reaction.

"So, what do you think honey?!" my voice barely containing its self as it burst out of my lungs with joy and excitement.

"This place is pretty cool, I do like the randomness of it all." said with the utmost faint monotone in her voice, faint...but still there.

...that was her reaction

"Thats it?!" This is my place of creation, this is all I have to offer to the world, can't you be a little bit more excited? trying to sound sincere when in reality I wish to explode into a burst of rage, but I wanted her to appreciate what I was showing her, not fear it, after all this is my favorite place in the world.

"Sorry I promise I will help your art in anyway possible, ok?" A smile crawls upon her face which is extrodinarly adorable so I agree she will help when I need her.

"Alright, I need some supplies I will be back in a bit."

"Ok see you in a bit." giggling at her own pun as I exited my room of glory and profound creativity.

I didn't know how much I would change after the events that would occur upon my return.

I...didn't know...

After a hour or two had passed I was at my building once again, realizing how late it was I jogged up the stairs supplies in hand. My supplies other than paint was an odd group of objects, screws, a couple nails, few knives and even a screw driver. These objects seem random, however I am a visual panter setting up models and then transpiring them onto the canvas. I had no idea what I would do with these things but I knew I would make something beautiful as I purchased them.

Oh...how right I was...

As I aproached my door I heard a scream that was slightly muffled do to my think metal door that had be requested by other tenats, do to the noise I tend to make as I create art.

I opened the door to see a man with a gun pointing at my girlfriend asking for an cash she had on her.

"GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU HA , who the fuck are you?!"

Scarred out of my mind I try to answer with the utmost bravado that I could muster.

"I live here and this is my girlfriend." Drawing the knife from my bag. "I suggest you leave...NOW!"

"FUCK YOU!"

I charged at him as he turned the gun to my postion, with a swift tackle. The knife had entered his shoulder and dead silence fell as the gun banged against the ground and the one sound was made that we all wish to never hear

(Gun Fire)

I turn scarred of what I might see, as I turn I see Venesa slump over. At the time she was un concious but I was unaware.

"NO!" I turn to the man of my suffering and grab the knife which was impailed upon his sholder and remove it only to impail his face, torso, gental region, and any other area of the body you can think of, while I screamed in anger and saddness...

Something...broke...not the knife, even though I broke that opening up his chest, but something in me... I stood up and looked at my....art

It was...art...inspired by a plethora of emotions that consumed my being...now I was empty.

As if I was devoid of emotion...I only wanted to create more masterpieces like this one...

I heard a grown of pain as I see my girlfriend awaken.

"Uhhh...what happend, where did the gu-" here sentence is cut short as she sees my work

"Oh do you like it? I just made it you see...I found my inspiration.

"Do you remember when you said you would help?" Drawing the other knife from my bag

"Because I really need your help..."

(Slashing and screaming)