The Art of Concealment

Everything is a work of art. From living to non-living things, one could always see beauty. Relationships are also considered as a form of art. It has a purpose why one was built, the effort on trying to create it, well-chosen materials for its composition, a determination to finish what was started, and the art of concealing the imperfections it acquired.

I wish to talk about my sculpture.

I wanted to make a diamond out of mud. This is impossible but I want to make a diamond out of mud.

My purpose is to be the happiest lady in the world. Yes, I am one of those few people who believe in happy endings. I want a "happily ever after" kind of life. Ever since my parents separated, I was trapped in a thought that "I don't deserve to be happy". What brought about the change was the time wherein I was left alone to deal with a situation which filled me with extreme anger. As I suffer alone, I was close to being insane; then it got me--why should I lose my sanity over stuffs that don't matter to them? It was then that I decided to focus on my happiness.

The steps I took were never easy but I have my Personal God. I tried my best to not give up the fight and looked forward to seeing my victory in the end. There were all sorts of distractions: friends, foes, even my own will was a distraction. I played with mud and made a sculpture of all the things I wanted until it formed a beautiful man. 

The materials never mattered to me, I have all that I need within my grasp. Engraved on it were my goals, ambitions and dreams. It was embellished by the wants of my mind, garnished by the heart of my soul, made by my own two hands--there I am almost done with my masterpiece.

I wanted this done so badly that I made haste to finish it on time. There were cracks as the mud hardened and the defects were quite visible. From here, I was disheartened. I tried to remember the time it took me to make a beauty out of it only to find out that it might not be a perfect diamond after all. The heat did some concealing yet the imperfections were still there. My sculpture is a waste--I thought.

I'm still thinking about whether or not that statue will turn to a diamond. Right now, my eyes are set on the flaws; not knowing a better way to hide them. Seeing these, I hated my creation. Why can't it be the way I wanted it? I prayed that the statue itself would do me a favor and turn itself into a diamond. Then again, that would define "impossible".

Should I go on with it? Can I make this? That I do not know...just yet.

This is art.