Now that I've been deemed "an artist", I was commissioned to do 3 drawings as xmas gifts, as well as edit a music video. Hard work, yes, especially the video, but I managed to complete them all with absolutely no time to spare. In fact, the video was edited and uploaded to youtube late on it's Christmas Eve deadline. I'm not complaining mind you. I absolutely love the creativity! But then on December 25th something strange happened, I had my "Zuzu's petals" moment. I heard how the video and the drawings were received..., the recipients wept, they actually wept. Wow! How could my work have such a reaction on others? I was just going through the motions, head down, working hard and barreling through the process. How in the world could I produce something that causes people to have an immediate emotional attachment to upon first glance? Maybe, just maybe, my purpose isn't to travel the world with nothing but my belongings in a steamer-trunk. Maybe it isn't to build high-rise buildings and elaborate bridges, but maybe it's to bring pleasure to others through my drawings, through my creativity. I've always enjoyed giving my drawings to others and seeing the pleasure in their eyes, but this time their eyes glistened with tears. How remarkable the act of serving others.
Merry Christmas Mr. Potter!
The Christmas Trio
P.S. I believe everyone has a guardian angel. Even George Bailey had one. But I believe I have two, two angels that watch over me, that guide me and most of all..., inspire me.
Dear Rhianna and Mike,
Remember..., no man is a failure who has friends. Thanks for the wings!