Lost Time But Not Lost Talent

Hi World,
I was just out exploring nature and  as I usually do I was snapping away taking artistic photos, capturing moments in time otherwise lost is how I like to describe it, I really cant remember a life when art didn't live in my veins.  At the age of 12 I knew how to sew and enjoyed it, I also started writing at this age, poems and songs. At the age of 14 I was working with Fashion designers, I was very timid, shy and lacked the belief in myself to show them my talents, all because of what was happening at home, However at home and at school it was a different story. At home i would spend nights designing clothes, drawing, sewing, I designed my bestfriends formal dress . At school all my designs and sewing skills didn't go unnoticed and i always got high marks, other students would look up to me in class.

​Besides fashion, writing and photography interior design was another one of my fortes, I left school in year ten to pursue my talents in art however my parents thought that art was simply the dumbest thing ever known, I had to be an office chick and that was it. I started an interior design course when I was about 18 years old and after I aced my first exam I quit. I always quit because I always wanted to make my parents happy but I was struggling between who I was and who I was born to be and  verses how controlled and manipulated my mind really was and who my parents wanted me to be.

​The fact is I always knew I was destined for greatness but in a sense I know the sexual, physical and verbal abuse clouded my process. i also went through stages where I couldn't pick which talent I wanted to pursue and yet in my family they believe I have no talent, it's rather sad but the truth is, I no longer need their approval.

​The truth is I was born an artist, I didn't become one and that's the truth about artists. You cant teach true art, you live and breath it or you don't. Nobody in my family ever believed in me, they even laugh when I take photo's and they say I'm obsessed instead of taking note of my creativeness, they try belittle me with such meaness. I say, hurt people, hurt people, that's the sad cycle.

​I see art in everything, in every flower, tree, food, leaf, person, sky, road, sunset, beach, animal, style, Music, era, county, culture,  In everything. I paint, I write poems, I write songs, I write books,  I take photos, I cook, I design, people walk in my home and walk back out asking me to design their home, you know what that says to me?

DEAR PARENTS: YOU WERE DEAD SET WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.

NOW I WILL RISE.

​Isabella Grand