2.) Collected Visions

(Explanation)
Went to the site, sorted categories of photos by brothers and in school, found photo and selected essay about photo option, wrote essay, published essay with contact information should they choose to use it on the site.

(Essay)

Imagination is as expressive as it is readily available in the minds of children. The mind is an amazing world of differing possibilities waiting to be unleashed upon the factually bound world consequentially inviting endless possibilities of tales of danger and deception, romance and transformation, and much more. The sheer simplicity and honesty of such rudimentary pieces of art are unequivocal in expressive intelligence and representational and personal significance.

                One delving into the inner cavities of artistic freedom often finds uninterrupted spurts of imagination common among adolescence. This is for obvious reasons. For in adolescence the mind is unshackled by the heavy burdens of the struggle between imaginative endeavors and representational realities. The line is fine and often encouraged toward the latter category as the world picks up the little ball of free creativity and spins it with its own mad pace of cold factual reality often picking up mathematics and other factual topics continuing to grow in size until the massive ball that once represented an innocent child simply has no room for creativity anymore and drops it finally to the ground leaving behind a trail paralleling millions of others in melancholy insignificance. But there is a time. A time ripe with imaginative brilliance that, although inevitably doomed in a factual culture, peaks in early adolescence. At a time where the world is the canvass to the young minds wishing to exploit it the world is endless with possibilities. Possibilities that from that moment on set the course of that child’s very world in motion. Creations that show them what they are and what they can do, that art doesn’t belong to those who can simply afford to not pick up the factual world, but to every child who holds a piece of chalk in his hands or has energy to draw even a single line in the sand. They are all beautiful, original. Expressive and lovely and brilliant in their own entirety and when the day it eventually withers away and dies there is a legacy that will be left behind. A line that outweighs any gradual deterioration of creativity left behind the moving ball, a line showing in its own way the absolute beauty of free imaginative expression, a line that sets that very ball in motion.

                There is a time in early adolescence. A stage unlike any other that will follow where a child’s mind is free to dream, a time where the imagination lies prone, ready to pounce upon the factually bound world to show the brilliance and purity of a few simple lines.