Amalie, 10th - Wichita, KS
I take a deep breath, breathing in the smell of the great outdoors. Well, as outdoors as you can be in one’s backyard. I’m facing the rippling blue-green pond directly in front of me. I love this smell. The smell of the earth and pond mingling with the smell of my acrylic paints, permeating the air around me. Intoxicating it. I pick up my brush, look down at my pallet, look up again at my blank canvas. I have so much power. The power to create entire worlds. The power to bring the unimaginable to fruition. On a canvas, at least. I can create lakes of glass, castles of paper, magenta-colored sunsets. I take one step closer to the canvas, and the rest of the world falls away. The bugs chirping in the trees go silent, the water stills, the birds quit playing their melodious tune, the sounds of my siblings playing tag behind me fade, and the world goes silent. As I raise my brush, doused in color, I know what I’m going to paint. I will paint my wildest dreams, things that have only existed in my mind. That’s the power of what I can do. What you can do. You can create anything. All it takes is an imagination.
Students 6th-12th Grades