Knowing your past,
the recipe for making the future self.
To feeling that soft brush for your paint,
the hundreds of colors that the eye can see.
To that touch changing your entire career,
or to the words that tickle your ears.
Feeling the concrete below your naked feet,
each little bump reminding you of a memory.
visiting grandma and that foul smell,
yet it brings so much comfort.
Memories hang like photos in the mind,
the bad that tugs at your heart
to the ones that make you fuzzy and warm
that ranch where you hear those neighs of horses,
feeling the pinch of thorns across the desert
Hearing the laughter of your family,
the gasps when you fell off of your horse.
To the birthday parties for yourself,
all the cabbage patch kid dolls
to the $20 you get from distant members.
On the 8th birthday getting markers,
and you drew all over the garage and doors
Being a dentist- your priority career
to help mom pay her bills when you are grown
thanks to those drawings around the house
becoming an artist isn’t a bad idea
Drawing on the tough old doors
getting a splinter or two
You felt joy making art
now always getting art supplies on your birthday
It’s 2017 and you find a drawing app
fingers touch the broken screen glass
and squeaks from pushing too hard
Two years later you started an Instagram account
oh how you wanted to be famous for your art
Not having many followers made you pretty sad
but you got your art improving
and you found animation by other people
the emotion of happiness seeing the smooth movements
By your sophomore year you were sure of one thing
to sit in a chair and make your characters come to life
the pen moving around on the fragile glass
the happier you will be
So you made it official
to study and make yourself a true animator
To keep drawing on paper to make your art better
breaking lead and graphite all over your hand
Becoming your true self
giggling and trying your best!
And who is you?
who is us?
the future animator
by Galilea Salazar