When I was little, I believe in the third grade, I wrote a poem for my elementary school's poetry contest. I won first place. The poem was called, "Beauty Is", and I don't mean to toot my own horn, but the fact that a 9-year-old could describe to you the changing colors of the seasons and the ways birds chirp when they're in love, was certainly some magnificent shit. As embarrassing as it is now to see some cheesy-try-hard poem my 9-year-old self thought was pure genius, it was the moment I realized that I wanted to write. For a long time, not just in third grade. I wrote about the basics. The way people fall in love, how family is the most important factor in one's life, and all the bullshit that we see now and realize isn't a big deal. But it was to my 9-year-old self. I think we go through life understanding beauty differently. When I was 5, I thought a beautiful person looked exactly like Ariel the mermaid, and that was that. There was no compromising with my standard of perfection, because it was stuck to the image of a fish woman. Now I find a lot of people beautiful. Unconventionally beautiful people are beautiful to me. And that's not me giving myself an award on how I'm different from societies standards, it's the fact that I appreciate difference in appearance so heavily now, that I wish more than anything I wasn't so Plain Jane. I find socially aware people beautiful, and I feel a spark of happiness every time someone is able to digest the injustice in our world and make it into art, or music, or poetry. Language is beautiful to me. It's why I fell in love with writing. I follow a lot of different categories of humans on my twitter, and one is my friend, Kai. I would be honored to even say that since he lives in California and has only liked one of my tweets. I still look up to him. He is a non-binary transgender masculine who is also one of the most incredible artists I have seen over social media. I find that beautiful. That individuals can have the creativity and angst to create something so raw, that the pure act of praise is what comes from it. All I want to do when I see wonderful art is praise it. It’s a selfless act, and it’s a part of why art is beautiful to me. I’m not aware of many forms of art. I swear to god if you ask me which of Monet’s pieces is my favorite I will only know “Waterlilies” because it’s one easy word to remember. But I have seen exhibits that I have fallen in love with faster than you could say "Ariel the mermaid fits typical societal ideologies of beauty." Did I mention I find people with good humor beautiful? It’s because I don’t have one. Ronan and I went to an art talk at Clark College hosted by Julie Green, an artist that created the exhibit “The Last Supper”. She’s created thousands of plates that have illustrated the last meal prisoners asked for when they were sent to death row. She paints them in indigo blue strokes, on pure white plates. The innocence of food she leaves to the audience is heart breaking and sickening, but so beautiful and magical to see. I find that maybe I won’t find Kai’s or Julie Green’s art beautiful someday, but I do now. And maybe I will still find it strikingly raw and magical at 89, but I will continue to add beautiful things to my collection. Beautiful people, beautiful language, beautiful art.
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Daniil
12/5/2016 01:40:05 pm
That was the best blog so far and I loved it. Jatos said not to write the word shit but to write it as the word s***... the writing was amazing just the fact that a 3rd grader is already into love and writing poems about it is amazing. 👍🏻
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Isabel
12/6/2016 10:09:12 am
I find all your writing as such beautiful pieces and I find it so amazing how you view writing and art as beautiful things. Another great blog post once again!
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Karinna
12/6/2016 10:54:48 am
I loved your blog great job and such beautiful art
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Karina
12/6/2016 01:37:36 pm
Beautifully written ! Keep up the great work!😊
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Trey
12/6/2016 09:50:32 pm
I really liked your writing style in this. Your word choice was high key on fleak. Nice job girl.
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Katie
12/11/2016 07:40:54 pm
Very well written.
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Tofte
12/12/2016 11:48:06 am
No matter what I always look forward to reading your blog. They are constantly amazing. Great job grace, love reading these.
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Alexis
12/12/2016 04:35:01 pm
Wow. I really love the way you wrote this. It's really good.
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Michelle
1/24/2017 09:07:48 am
I love your writing style.
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Kellie
1/29/2017 09:44:04 pm
Powerful writing
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Nix Pendergast
1/30/2017 02:00:39 pm
Nicely written! Thanks for sharing!
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