The Refuge

finding a refuge was back than was the best way to escape a wrong choice..

I remember the day I walked inside the fine art school, and felt uncertain, in front of the white walls, I felt fear, it was like you are standing in a crossroad, with a deep forgotten past, and a hazzy future, you have to make a decision right away; and I had no time..

I never had to decide about my life, a choice with no possible regression, I felt so perplex, lost, and undecided. I asked myself again and again "can I really afford this?" "will I be able to gain success just because I chose to persue my childhood path? " "Is there really a way out there?" "Do I really have to struggle with people' rules and stuff?!" no one would encourage me to go to a fine art school, nobody had a clear idea about what art is, for the majority art is craft, and for those who knew something about what art was, there was not a chance for an artist to grow in such a land, where only ignorance, fear, and poverty could prosper; "so, why dont you my child become a doctor? a teacher? or a civil engineer?" and the child with the big eyes felt sorrow, and ran away far from the old witches mumbeling: "Have you gone mad?"

"you won't send your child to a dead end road", "there is no bread over there my child!"

The fine art school back then was, for me a refuge from the nonesence world out there. Howver, I knew I was not going to a utopia..!