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yesterday maggie and i went to the mall and met the most beautiful person ever. i could get into detail, but maggie mae already did in her journal so i'll just copy and paste hehe
Today I met an artist by the name of Dayana De Castro. Originally a native of brazil, she packed up and moved to america in 1997.She told Sara and I that she had lost her baby, not long after I suppose. It was awkward at frist, being that we didn't know what to say in return, but she was a beautifully optimistic person. Her art is more beautiful than words could begin to describe. Abstract, and Picasso-esque, colourful, and imaginative, just magnificent in every sense. I had fallen in love with her work long before I met her, but she topped it off. Long dark brown hair, insanely red lips curved into a giant smile, and a thick accent. She was the kind of person who could draw a smile to your face in the worst of times. She called sara and I "beautiful" and asked if we were sisters. We giggled politly, because we look nothing alike, but you could tell in her eyes she was examining us as art forms rather than people. I found this incredible. Her vivacious attitude just made me want to give her a hug and stick her in my pocket so she would be there whenever I was in need of uplifting. Sara and I stuck around for a bit to speak to her. She spoke of the struggles she'd endured since moving to America, not in an "i'm begging for your sympathy" kind of way but in a "these are the events that have made me stonger" kind of way. You could tell that art was viciously flowing through her veins. She got so giddy just speaking of it, her hands flapping violently, and her eyes as wide as could be, similar to a child who's just consumed too many pixie stix. Her enthusiasm and talent were truly inspiring. Her brush strokes, and use of colour could instantly take you to another world at the mere sight of them..it just kind of brought about hope, in the strangest form. It made me realize that I shouldn't settle for less than what I want out of life. Better to be happy, than successful in the eyes of someone other than yourself. Maybe if I allow my gift to grow and morph, one day I too will have to chance to inspire a young person who just happened to stumble upon my art, to follow their dreams. And in knowing that along, I too have the opportunity for success.
Today I met an artist by the name of Dayana De Castro. Originally a native of brazil, she packed up and moved to america in 1997.She told Sara and I that she had lost her baby, not long after I suppose. It was awkward at frist, being that we didn't know what to say in return, but she was a beautifully optimistic person. Her art is more beautiful than words could begin to describe. Abstract, and Picasso-esque, colourful, and imaginative, just magnificent in every sense. I had fallen in love with her work long before I met her, but she topped it off. Long dark brown hair, insanely red lips curved into a giant smile, and a thick accent. She was the kind of person who could draw a smile to your face in the worst of times. She called sara and I "beautiful" and asked if we were sisters. We giggled politly, because we look nothing alike, but you could tell in her eyes she was examining us as art forms rather than people. I found this incredible. Her vivacious attitude just made me want to give her a hug and stick her in my pocket so she would be there whenever I was in need of uplifting. Sara and I stuck around for a bit to speak to her. She spoke of the struggles she'd endured since moving to America, not in an "i'm begging for your sympathy" kind of way but in a "these are the events that have made me stonger" kind of way. You could tell that art was viciously flowing through her veins. She got so giddy just speaking of it, her hands flapping violently, and her eyes as wide as could be, similar to a child who's just consumed too many pixie stix. Her enthusiasm and talent were truly inspiring. Her brush strokes, and use of colour could instantly take you to another world at the mere sight of them..it just kind of brought about hope, in the strangest form. It made me realize that I shouldn't settle for less than what I want out of life. Better to be happy, than successful in the eyes of someone other than yourself. Maybe if I allow my gift to grow and morph, one day I too will have to chance to inspire a young person who just happened to stumble upon my art, to follow their dreams. And in knowing that along, I too have the opportunity for success.