it’s all rainbows and unicorns

So, I had an art teacher five or six years ago who told our class, “You can draw anything you want in this class…but I don’t want to see any rainbows or crying unicorns.”

I will admit that when I picked up a pencil and looked at a blank piece of paper that first day, I really…I mean really, really wanted to draw a freakin’ rainbow and a crying unicorn. I didn’t. of course. I just drew whatever he’d suggested that we work on that first day, but I still remember the feeling of that pencil in my hand, and the grin on my face. God, how hard I had to fight to keep myself from acting like a five year old.

So, is this a silly story about resisting a childish impulse? Or is it an allegory about the string of concessions that is an adult’s life–day after day doing what should be done rather than following a heart’s desire? Or is it just a sorry excuse for a blog post? You be the judge.

I’ll leave you with this:

Happiness isn’t at the end of the rainbow.
Happiness is at the beginning of the rainbow.
Following the rainbow is happiness,
not getting to the end of it.
– Werner Erhard

2 thoughts on “it’s all rainbows and unicorns

  1. To me, what the teacher was saying was to find out what makes your experience (and therefore artwork) unique. It was a call to delve into your true heart’s desire and not latch onto some lame popular representation of what you think you feel.

    Although I suppose that you could have been suppressing your heart’s desire to give him the finger, and the crying unicorn under the rainbow would have been very apt for that.

    • He was being funny and yes, obviously he was telling us not to just fall into some popular image/metaphor trap and be original…and yes…it was my desire to give him the finger that prompted me to dream of drawing Unicorns. See, apparently I feel more free to express myself while driving in traffic than I do in an art class. Hmmmm….

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