The Artist's Diary

Art is life and life is art. Its true beauty of it comes from its creation. In a simple European house lies a young man in his room. The man sits at his desk and draws inside his sketchbook. Drawings of a man performing ballet filled the pages alongside beautiful lilies and musical notes, to accompany the illustrations. The illustrator, a fellow dancer himself, begins to hum a tone as he continues to draw his work. As he moved from one page to another, the image of the ballet dancer started to rise from the pages. The illustrator briefly stops and watches the dancer come to life. As if the music was playing, the dancer began to dance off the page and onto the floor. Seeing the illustrator as his audience, the dancer moved and danced with such grace and heart around the bedroom. As the dancer danced, the water-colored lilies and musical notes that shared the pages with the dancer sprung to life, filling the room with nature's beauty and quiet song. The illustrator's face showed a content smile as he watched his creations. No fear or surprise was felt in the illustrator as he remembered his other works coming to life. The dancer moved from the floor to the dresser, to the dresser to the window frame that was next to the illustrator's desk, putting on a show for his single audience. Once back on the desk, the dancer stopped and held out a hand to the illustrator. He smiled and shook the tiny hand of the drawn dancer. The dancer smiled back and sunk back into the pages, along with the flowers and notes. The room returned to normal and the illustrator went back to drawing in his diary.