BLAIR’S POV.
Students were whispering and pointing at me as I entered the hallway.Some were openly making jest of me. I wonder what it was this time, the whispering grew louder as I walked further into the hallway .
I gasped in horror as I stared at the hideous caricatures of me with the capturers ‘Worthless artist’ , ‘stupid art’ and so many words that where too hard to bear.
I felt my heart shatter into different pieces and I could feel the tears threatening to be released from their fountain and flow freely down my face.
Making fun of an artist's work, particularly when it comes from their deepest emotions, inflicts a unique kind of pain. Even the most self assured artist can be deeply affected by such ridicule. I never wished for my art to be displayed publicly, but now that it has been, i……
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