| Dreamer By Edward Jon |
| Throughout history, mankind has actualized emotions, landscapes, dreams, stars, and noble figures through the painting of a brush, or the etching of figures into stones. How did these great works of art begin? They all began with a vision, a fantasy, a dainty female, a truckload of cash, et cetera. However, the first sketch is necessary, or multiple first sketches in fact, in order to produce a "rough draft" of the image to be materialized upon the rough, blank canvas. So, why are my doodles, carved into binder paper with 0.7 lead in the most absolutely boring classes of all time, not considered works of art? For all you know, I may become a world-class artist to be put among the legends such as Leonardo Di Caprio, I mean Da Vinci, and Michaelangelo. In the future, my childhood doodles may be worth thousands, perhaps millions of dollars! I admire creativity. I admire artists who can dream. I do not care how detailed and breathtakingly realistic that bowl of fruit is; I want something unreal. As George Bernard Shaw once said, " You see things that are and say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were and say, "Why not?" ". So take me to worlds where I can soar over deserts and tundras, where ferocious dragons duel in the twilight, where nature is confused into a medley of colors where one can clearly see both the beauty and the awe. I admire beauty, I admire dreamers, I read books that tickle my imagination, I send armies of mass destruction to their doom through my 56k modem. Yet, people think that dreaming about the unreal is pointless because the real world is the real world is the real world. But, I will never, ever stop dreaming, for dreamers change the world. |