What would my wall look like?

So I've been talking about this 'Wall' that people hide behind. Maybe it's to keep themselves safe, maybe it's to keep the world out. Sometimes I wonder what my wall would look like, here are some thoughts:

-Maybe it's s brick wall that is so tight, with no nooks or or holes so no one can get in and I can't get out.
-Would I have entertainment on the inside? A tv, a phone to get in contact with the outside world?
-Would the walls be painted? Maybe they would be painted a bright color so It would be happy and cheerful on the inside.
-Would I put a door, a secret door that only certain people would know about it? Maybe.
-Would it just be a fence that it only waist high so I could talk to people passing by?
-Would anyone care that I buried myself inside this wall?
-Would I have a roof over my wall so no sunlight could get in?
-Would I ever want to get out?
-Would I always stay in?
-Would I create art inside this wall?

I'll be honest, I think about this wall a lot of times. I know people say they put a wall around their heart to protect themselves, but I wish sometimes that I had a wall around my entire self, a wall that was so tight that no one even knew what was inside.

Maybe it's more of a room that I lock myself away in.

I wish I knew where this place was, I'd go there often.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder why people have highs and lows in their emotions. Is it something that happened during the day? Are they lonely? How is it that you can be going along in your day and then be hit with a sudden urge to cry, or are upset. This happens to me a lot. I actually almost always put on a brave face and I'm always the happy go lucky type of gal, nothing can get me down yadda yadda yadda. But ya know honestly sometimes I just wish you would not ask me any questions, not ask me whats wrong, just say "come here" hold me for a while and say "it's ok, everything will be ok." Maybe thats asking to much. Maybe I'm just being a big baby, who knows, but sometimes, just sometimes that would be really nice to just be held for a few minutes. I don't think thats to much to ask for, but I could be wrong, I've been known to be wrong before.  But don't worry, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to try, I'll just continue putting on my brave face and move on.

Shut up and just pay up....

Dear Kayla Art Store customer,

  So you say you are an artist. Yet you came into the art store I work at today bitching about the price of something even though it was on sale. Also you wanted to buy a shit ton of paper then bring it back if you don't use it. Please understand that paper is not returnable. How many damn times did we really have to explain that. Also if you're going to bitch about the price of art supplies why even do it. I know that art supplies are expensive and I know that life of an artist is hard and you're going to have moments of struggle. That's apart of it. So Kayla, dear madam, either shit or get off the pot. Deal with the price of art supplies and be the creative soul you wish to be or stop buying into this said career that you claim to be so ridiculously expensive and pointless for being so.

Thanks,
Molly, helpful kind hearted Art Store employee

Dear Atlanta Drivers!!!!!

Dear Atlanta Drivers,

   The crosswalk is NOT a suggestion!!!! It means you STOP for people to cross!! Not drive to the center of it so the person must move around you to walk across. Please take note of this little Georgia Code Section # 40-6-91 G. Because it is a law and YOU SHOULD FOLLOW IT DAMMIT!!!!!!

Sincerely,
Atlanta Pedestrian

Are you really all that?

So do you really think you're the shit or is this just a way to over compensate for your insecurities and fears? I think probably both...

Hello...?

Do you even listen to me when I talk or are you just pretending? Who knows, maybe you're more interested in whats happening on the other end of those texts.

My Challenge to the world...

I am currently a graduate student at Savannah College of Art and Design studying Printmaking.

 I am working on a new body of work that consists of sharing ones true feelings. I am interested in this "wall" that we hide behind to share our true feelings for example, the internet. We have this unbelievable feeling of freedom to share how we really feel and we don't feel afraid because we are hiding behind the computer. So my challenge to the world is to post something on here. It can be anonymous or you can tag your name on to it.

My questions is...

What would you say if you were brave enough? What would you say to that one person, people, or the world if you were not anchored by an unseen weight?

 I will be taking this postings (keeping them anonymous of course) and using them in upcoming prints/artists books. So world, YOU are my muse, your words are going to inspire my work. Not only will I be reading these postings, but I will also be sharing some of my own.

So thanks and I look forward to listening to your hearts.