Morgan Taylor 

   I don’t know about labels but being an “artist” is like some sort of honor. I’m not sure how it was ever attached to my name. I just do, with colored paints and lead pencils. I feel ten thousand different shades at any given time, even if they are only shades of black and white for the time being.

 

   What I know about art I learned from the soil. The way I combined it, by making sure to put in place the right drainage and proper nutrition. The feel of the cold fresh dirt in my hands, cleaner than a shower. My raised beds, like a wood-back canvas. I sketch up my game plans and research some mumbo-jumbo, then get to planting. Presentation is everything. Flower gardens--art for art sake--have to look nice, colors consistent, bloom time relevant. Vegetable gardens--art for a purpose--grow time and harvest time guide me.

 

   I am undefined but I am not out for the count. I want to make my mark on the future, my mark on the earth. Funny thing--I see how small I am but I don’t understand how to step out. I walk in everyone else’s shoes and still I can’t see how big the world is.