My one shots

The "sinful" Concept of Art

Dominic knew his actions would have resulted in consequences. Whether they would result in him being praised, or him getting heavily rebuked. His parents have tried their hardest to try and change Dominic's mind, but their attempts didn't work. It was eccentric behavior from him, normally following every single rule his parents have ever laid out for him. But not this time, he truly wants this to happen.

He didn't care about if he would be held up on a pedestal or be so heavily ridiculed that he would have to hide his face while going out. Dominic believed he was competent enough to sway the people's ideas of art. He's been painting since he's been around 4, and with him now being 16 he's had plenty of experience. He'd always been perplexed about why his certain village is so against the expression of art. He'd always seen painting as a peaceful diversion to his daily work.

He and all the other boys in the village have been working since around the age of 13. It was odd, there were plenty of grown men and women who could do the labors they've been forced to do. Dominic had always thought their lack of work as a sign of laziness. But the grown men and women have said it was because the younger children "had more energy and could work faster than the adults".

So the working boys had always tried to find some sort of fun activity to do after their work. It was most common for the boys to play simple sports, such as baseball and football. While the girls had mostly either played tennis or just spoke with one another. Dominic remembers how the drove of boys who play baseball after their work. Dominic had never played with them, he preferred speaking with the girls. And of course, painting. Which was his favorite thing to do. He's painted basically everything he's experienced.

Whether it was a reenactment of the boys playing baseball, or the woods which he sometimes adventured into. He didn't go much but when he did, he always felt a large feeling of comfort. Whenever he went into the woods, it was like it greeted him. Personification Because as he entered it was like the birds started singing, and the deer came out of their hiding spaces. These were what his painting mostly contained, the friendly deer and birds who commonly greeted them.

And what Dominic had wanted to do had taken some intense thinking from him. He'd been dreaming about this, and he finally thought he was old enough to do so. He wanted to introduce his village to art. It had taken about a fortnight for him to gather his thoughts and how he wanted to go about it. He's going to do it slowly, going from the boys and girls he works beside. To the working adults, to the village elders. Which would be extremely difficult, especially the highly respected elders. As they view art as sinful, which was apparently because of some extremely old stories which have been passed down to them to tell the young children in the village.

He'll first talk discreetly about the subject of art. But hopefully as people hear him out about the topic, he'll talk more openly about one of his favorite hobbies. Dominic was fully aware this was a precarious situation, but he was solely bought in this idea because of his high enthusiasm about the apparent "sinful" activity. Dominic also believed him introducing art as something good as an accommodation to the village and its people. As art and painting were his escape from his village's heavy duties they piled upon the boy.

Which was frankly the reason his parents begged him oh so much about "not ruining the perfect system". He saw it as selfish, they don't want to work, that's the only reason they care so deeply. Not because this action could get him exiled from his village, or because he could end up so heavily ridiculed to the point where he'd have to isolate himself to hide from their sneers and judgmental looks. Selfish, oh so selfish. But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, as his parents pleading for him to not introduce art only made him want to do it more.

It confused him for a while on how they found out he was planning on doing this. Until he remembered his journal, the only item he's bought with the money he's been working for instead of giving it to his parents. The thought only angered him more, the thought of them looking through where he voiced his thoughts made him nauseous. And it only fueled his wanting for art to be normalized, so he could visually voice his thoughts through his painting rather than his written words. And if art was ever normalized, he wouldn't have to hide his dried paintings under his bed. Maybe that would make his parents not snoop through his thoughts, as if it was art they would feel they would be full of sin, not feelings or thoughts. Dominic will never understand, no matter how the stories tried to warp art to sound like the most horrible thing ever thought of. He believed, and always will, that art will is peace, not sin.

Tomorrow afternoon after his and the other children's work is over, he'll start talking about the art. First the concept of art, then actual physical pieces of art. The thought of what happened made it hard to sleep, because of a mix of slight dread and a high amount of enthusiasm. So instead, he painted. He expressed both of his conflicting feelings through the paint he had made through gathering flowers in the woods and grinder up himself. And as he went to work in the morning, as his parents saw the now drying painting on the easel in his room, they would know his plans were in motion. He was about to introduce the easily influenced children to the "sinful concept of art". It didn't matter anymore, he was doing it and he made up his mind, whatever they did after they did too late.