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She grew tired of being a cog in the machine and looked for a way to slip out without grinding the gears.
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"Come with me. I have something to show you."
Caroline always had something to show me. She grabbed my hand and I walked after her, out the back door, and across the yard to her lab. Her studio. It was both.
Caroline started undergrad in a pre-med program. Then spring semester, freshmen year, she took a painting class to fulfill a general requirement. That was the first time she painted since middle school. That was the first time her gift burst through. Two weeks into the semester, she stacked her Bio 101, Chem 101, and lab workbooks into a makeshift easel. She finished out her science classes that year and then she turned to art. She spent as many hours in the studio as she had in the lab. All the diagrams she studied freshmen year, the specimen slides from high school, and the natural processes she mapped in her mind inspired her paintings.
I catch a glimpse at a canvas she's working on, and the first thing I think of is how she's organizing biology concepts into something the mind can process and memorize. Then I take a step back and see the patterns she finds in nature and how she shapes them with her brush, and I wonder how she makes the two sides of her brain cooperate so beautifully.
Caroline always had something to show me. She grabbed my hand and I walked after her, out the back door, and across the yard to her lab. Her studio. It was both.
Caroline started undergrad in a pre-med program. Then spring semester, freshmen year, she took a painting class to fulfill a general requirement. That was the first time she painted since middle school. That was the first time her gift burst through. Two weeks into the semester, she stacked her Bio 101, Chem 101, and lab workbooks into a makeshift easel. She finished out her science classes that year and then she turned to art. She spent as many hours in the studio as she had in the lab. All the diagrams she studied freshmen year, the specimen slides from high school, and the natural processes she mapped in her mind inspired her paintings.
I catch a glimpse at a canvas she's working on, and the first thing I think of is how she's organizing biology concepts into something the mind can process and memorize. Then I take a step back and see the patterns she finds in nature and how she shapes them with her brush, and I wonder how she makes the two sides of her brain cooperate so beautifully.
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The girl with blonde braided pig tails skipping through the field of daisies, scanning the sky for a butterfly that silhouettes against the sun.
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When I see the morning mist hover between the trees, birds call to each other, and shafts of sunlight fall on the hills, I believe that millions of years ago, this farmland was a jungle.
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I was blind but now I see
Something's taking over me
It lies within, buried deep
and scratches out when all fall asleep
When humans dream, I start to weep
What does it mean, to "earn one's keep"?
What value do you place on life?
How does a husband treat his wife?
What hardship can the soul endure?
How long until you wish no more?
I have seen the end of things
I know what the future brings
Those who stand there aren't alone
And they have suffered to the bone.
Something's taking over me
It lies within, buried deep
and scratches out when all fall asleep
When humans dream, I start to weep
What does it mean, to "earn one's keep"?
What value do you place on life?
How does a husband treat his wife?
What hardship can the soul endure?
How long until you wish no more?
I have seen the end of things
I know what the future brings
Those who stand there aren't alone
And they have suffered to the bone.
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