I feel like writing so I’m going to try it out.
The semester is coming to an end. I’m ready for it. I’ve been ready for it since the second week of class. My last project is going to be intense. It doesn’t have to be, but I prefer going out in flames. I’m pretty stoked about it. Actually, I’ve been pretty excited the last few weeks. I hit it hard this semester and it paid off. I recently had a few of my art professors pull me aside and tell me what they think about my work. They told me exactly what they think I should pull out for my portfolio pieces that would get me noticed. It’s weird getting attention from professors anyway because I try to stay unnoticed in class, but I couldn’t avoid that this semester. I entered some art work into a showcase hosted by the Digital Arts through our school and won my category. Supposedly, my piece and some information on the artist will be published in a monthly magazine. Also, a museum will be showing it at the end of next month for viewing.
I never thought I would be taking my sketches to the computer screen. Not in a million years would I have thought last year that I could pick up any of the Adobe programs in about three weeks and be able to produce contest winning pieces. I have to thank God for all of this. This is so new to me. I knew that leaving UT to start a major in the Digital Arts at ETSU would open up other opportunities, but I honestly thought it might have been for the worst. I had yet to hear my mother tell me she was glad I had made the decision to drop PreMed for Art until one week ago. You would have thought the phone cut out during that conversation besides the huge smile I wore on my face. I don’t remember saying much at all. I just held the phone to my ear. I know my parents would have been proud of me no matter what I chose to do… but I always thought that the status of being a surgeon or owning my own practice would have pleased them more than anything. I was wrong…. Fortunately, I was very wrong. All I remember from that conversation was one of the last things my mother said:
“I am so proud of you. This is what you were born to do. That God-given talent will take you further than any diploma ever will.”
A friend of mine was prophesied over this past month. I was so glad to hear it. Praise God. She is destined to do great things. She wants to open an all girls orphanage in Africa. Lets all pray for that. She also wants me to be apart of it. Come to teach art. Another opportunity. I was talking to Dave about this tonight. I want to do more. If God gave me this talent, I’m sure going to give back just as much or more. I just cannot see myself sitting in front of a computer somewhere in a cubical animating a single strand of hair on some overly beautiful female character swaying in the wind… and finish it only to work on the next hair. No thanks. I went into this major believing I had this talent for a reason, and I still believe that. I’ve got to get somewhere. It’s something I like to call determination, and I will see it out.
As for now, pray for me and all the other people chasing their dreams. If there were no dreamers, what would be left of this world? What would there be left to change?
I’m still searching. Still figthing. Still anticipating the end. I have a lot on my mind- always. Another quiet night in my room, and I’m thinking of sleeping soon. Some of my best thinking comes during the night, and the morning comes too soon.
-Cierra Nicole
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. -Vincent van Gogh
