Descriptive Essay About Art

Descriptive Essay About Art

Maisie
Go ahead, do it, eat it. It shouldn't be this hard. But it is, it has been for 2 and a half years. It's hard for a 15 year old. Art was the only thing that made life somewhat easy or tolerable. I just couldn't get the stupid apple into my stupid mouth and then into my stupid stomach. After another 6 minutes and 45 seconds I left to do my homework, but I couldn't. I couldn't even do art, so I went for a walk, 6 blocks all the way to Gibb Street. When I rounded the corner all I saw was green. A luscious green, the kind you find on brand new soft grass. There were people too, rising from the green world. It was a garden, filled with tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, cabbage, eggplants, beans, peppers, lettuce, watermelons, strawberries, and did I see pumpkins? I was inspired, so I raced back "home". I threw off my shoes and coat and went to get paper. I plunged into my work, when I drew there was no world around me (it was the same for reading). I checked the time; 6: 22 I was going to be late! I jogged in my UGGs all the way to Karen's office. Karen was my therapist, and she was not a very good one. She didn't speak teen "if you catch my drift". That was another thing. Karen always said, "if you catch my drift." I got to the office and opened the door breathless. "You're almost late," said Martha. Martha was the receptionist at the office, and likes to point out when I am late. "Sorry..." I muttered. "Well, she'll see you now," Martha stated and pointed me toward the

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