Art

I never had a voice. I wore a solemn expression, stuck in monotony, spoke in monologues in my head. I never had much of a personality either, or at least that’s what the faces said. They stared at me, so many eyes, so many voices. "The silent child" was my name.

The silent child

I was told I never spoke, and it was true, but how do you talk when all there is is a lifeless whisper? I asked myself the same question repeatedly throughout the passing days. The sun rose and hid, the moon disappeared. The wind blew and the sky cried as the days passed. I'd stare at the stars in the night sky. I liked it, it was silent, like me. It showed its beauty without the need of words, it was breathtaking without the need to shine like the sun. It was different.

I became a shadow in the back of a room, quiet, lonely, watchful. I still didn’t have a voice, in fact, it had only grown lower, smaller, but then...

I found something.

I found art.

I found music. I became so fascinated with the piano, I was intrigued by the way it could express so many things without the need of a voice. It was my lullaby, a tranquil song that calmed me in the dark.

I found painting. It was my passion. The way different shades could come together to form a masterpiece, and the way it didn’t even need color. A single pencil and a blank paper was all I needed. My hand would glide through the paper, gentle strokes and lines became part of something much bigger. I was amazed.

And finally, I found writing. I found a voice. I spoke without a sound. It was my comfort. The words slipped through the ink, they came all together like the rushing water of the ocean. They didn’t stop, never ceased, I finally had a way to free myself from my thoughts, I could finally tell my story. I told it to the silence. My dear companion.

And so goes my story. I found a way to express every emotion without the need of a single sound. The night is still and it will forever be my favorite part of the day, I sit in the dark as my hand glides through an empty canvas, the piano sings in my ears throughout the process with its breathtaking beauty and when the masterpiece is finished, I write the words that need to be said, I tell the story that needs to be told and write the thoughts that need to be freed.

Art is my voice.

(The image above is a painting made by me digitally)