This short portrayal of myself as different canvases allows a look into the diverse and sometimes confusing mind of a teenage girl.
There are so many different ways in which I could have described the different elements at play in me, but a canvas is so artistic, a work in progress.
Canvas, I am.
By Laura Craig
A clean blank canvas. That is an element of me.
A canvas, ruptured, painted black, torn. That is an element of me.
A greyish, dull canvas, stretched under the weight of various things: expectations, worries, hopes, dreams, aspirations, relationships, exams.. That is an element of me.
A canvas, splattered with brightly coloured paint splotches. It stands out from the rest. That is an element of me.
I am a variety of canvases, but I am one person?