The Weed
By Kristen Sztyndor The door flung open. “Get up.” I peeled my eyes open to notice the sun peeking over the horizon through the window. “I said, GET UP.” “Ok, ok…” I replied, my mind still blurry from sleep. I glanced over at my younger sister. Her face wore the unexpected fear that we had become too familiar with while spending summers at our Dad’s. Attempting to ignore it, I got dressed. The feelings from last night’s dream rushed through me. I was on the beach. Hearing the waves rolling up on the sand, the three of us built sand castles. Passing the yellow bucket and...
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Independence. It’s something that breaks us apart while making us whole. Through this separation, we define ourselves by gaining the power of personal conviction and outside perspective needed to break away. But what we realize after creating this distinguished space is that this process connects us all. For artists, this is a necessity. This transformation takes place within their work, making these universal truths naked and exposed for all to feel. Real art–true art understands this process, respects the freedom and lives in the faith that his/her talent can...
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