Everyone has an inner calling, if we just pay attention. This young man not only had an inner calling, he tried on various names in relation to that calling…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s about a young man who sees the world as an art form.
David, you’re always looking down.
Call me Jackson, ma. And yes, I’m looking down. But I look up, too.
I will not call you Jackson. Keep your eyes on the horizon, son. Know where you’re going.
Call me Vincent, then. I look ahead and I see the future.
I will not. What do you see?
I see lines and whorls and orbs.
Son, get that stuff out of your mind.
I can’t. It’s beautiful, ma.
The colors, and the way everything flows and moves.
What am I going to do with you, David?
Call me Chagall. Don’t do anything. Just let me paint.