So you'll be glad to hear that I've discovered even more artists within the
walls of my high school. In the hallways student art is displayed for all to
see and admire, the art room if full of student work from past generations, so
what struck me most about the work that I just recently uncovered was its
location. I believe that whoever set up this gallery really had aesthetic and
personal interests in mind, and that really reflects in their work. They wanted
to not only represent themselves in their masterpiece but also the pieces of
the puzzle that make up a population, so it comes as no surprise that they
chose the bathroom stall as a place to display their true artistic abilities. I
mean, this person could have easily joined the Poetry Club and made themselves
known to the school through that collaboration. But no, you have to do
something out of the ordinary to portray your writing and skills and insure
that they are read and admired. So while I was in the bathroom stall taking
care of personal business not only did I have something to read, but I had
something to inspire me. Who was I to know all the "dum b!tches" in
my school? How would I have known someone’s deepest darkest secret had it not
been so beautifully displayed before me? I felt so comfortable with this artist
that I could pee in their creative presence. Now I think that's just special.
Most artists like to be recluses, cast-away's from society who soon forget
about their audience. But no, this poet knew the ways to their reader's heart,
and that is through their urinary tract. They wrote something so loud, that
sound was not necessary for it to be heard. This Bathroom-Byron brought tears
of joy and curiosity to my heart. Their not too perfect scrawl let me know that
they were an every man who didn't need elegant cursive to display their true
talents. This person didn't hide behind the mainstream use of a brush and
canvas, but rather took that number 2 pencil and let the world know their
opinions through the rustic appeal of the off-beige bathroom door. Now, I know
what you're thinking--How can I too be a writer with such talents? Now the
answer is simple. But as we all know when it comes to art, most things are
easier said than done.
My recommendation for you is if you want your voice to be heard, take a
public place where people feel their most awkward and insecure and scrawl your
meaningful opinions for the world to see. Not only will they appreciate your
hatred for that "freshman hoe" but they will be inspired to make
their lives mean more than a trip to the bathroom stall.
So I thank you anonymous writer who made my trip to the John a life changing
moment, you don't know just how much your words are life-changing. I just know that you will continue in your path to further inscribe my life, and many others with
your not so erasable opinions.
Lucky for you I provided a nice little link. Listen to it, if you hate it I'm sorry you can't appreciate this great gift to mankind.