Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
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The Magazine of <strong>Saskatchewan</strong> High School Writing<br />
Ceara Caton<br />
Waiting for My Perfect Picture<br />
windScript<br />
This is the beginning of a beautiful idea, maybe, I really couldn’t tell.<br />
If one day you wake up and you feel like something inside of you has changed, will you draw a<br />
different picture? Feeling like a totally different person must affect your art.<br />
Or maybe only what’s on the outside of your carefully crafted environment. If I was lying on a<br />
train trestle, basking in the sun, would I perceive my talents differently? Especially if I was surrounded<br />
by birds, trees, water, dragonflies…or sun. I love the sun.<br />
Lately, I don’t feel like I can draw, paint or create. I wonder if I have raised standards or if my<br />
imagination is failing. Could there be such thing as a lack of sun? Once, I told a friend I was<br />
stuck in a perpetual snow bank called <strong>Saskatchewan</strong>. No one would ever believe me. He didn’t.<br />
Maybe there’s nothing to paint. Maybe I left it all at home, with my ocean. Maybe beside my collection<br />
of possessions on the beach: my ocean, my pointless love life, my drug habit, my phantom…<br />
is my picture. Do I, in reality, sit on my snow bank, pining for something that I was just<br />
stupid enough to leave behind?<br />
No, my phantom stole it.<br />
There really is no point focusing on a gap in a process, only on filling that empty space. Trying to<br />
not so eloquently describe a phantom, the one I really want. The stimulation that would make<br />
my picture is only wallowing in what I can’t obtain. The insane…love…of being sure you don’t<br />
know what you’re doing and yet knowing you must. That’s my phantom.<br />
Waiting for my perfect picture.<br />
If I was writing this in a notebook, I would be confident no one would ever read it. Would the<br />
pleasure of being completely secretive help me tell my story? Do I draw for others or for myself?<br />
I only create what I don’t understand, yet I don’t understand why I create for you. I don’t<br />
trust your judgment, I don’t believe you would never laugh, but I guess I need to know.<br />
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volume <strong>24</strong>