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Enter St. Cloud, Minnesnowta, 2006 ////////
Squeezed tight in the corner of my sardine dorm room, I scanned across the rippling Mississippi out of my high-rise window. Just a sophomore and still no clue as to what to do with my life. Moments like these we use to reflect within and wait for anything to submerge out of the abyss.
"Let's go see a flick Braden!"
What the hell right? Movies always snap me out of any funk.
That night I saw the documentary "The U.S. vs. John Lennon" and afterward was compelled to DRAW him. In order to better understand his facial features and distinctive nose? I'm not really sure. The peculiar thing was that I hadn't drawn so much as a senseless stick-figure for 5 years. Nonetheless, I completed this sucker within 3 hours upon my return to my sanctuary. When I get in the zone, no one can stop me.
'People' say that the artist can be seen within any piece of art. I believe this to be true, because I have the ability to duplicate anything I see, but even so, I created my own perception of what John Lennon might have seen in me. Thus, the stock image that I used does not look like the one I've drawn. Conversely, people will instantly say: "Hey, it's Lennon! Awesome can I have it?"
Moral of the story: I discovered what to do with my life that night. I uncovered a talent that I've harnessed since I could crawl. The ability to see with my eyes, retain with my mind, and perceive with my hands. Art is in my blood, and it bleeds dedication.