Behind The Veil
RANCE SIMS
Herein lies where my story can be told through rose colored glasses, sans any heartache, turmoil, or struggle and complete with sunny days, wide toothed grins, and ignorant bliss. But in the famous words of Mr. Langston Hughes, “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair”. I’ll spare you all the sob story because I’m in no way fishing for sympathy. My life, like many others, has had its fair share of ups and downs. But one thing that has always been constant, is my love of art, and how much joy it brings to me. From my childhood of scribbling in an encyclopedia set my mother bought from a garage sale, art has always been a part of me. Perhaps even passed down from a legacy of others before me. My mother had the talent of art. Her sister did as well. And her father. Even my sister has a budding talent for art. It’s very much in my DNA. Which is why it’s only natural that I yearn to create. That desire has made it imperative that I break into this art world and carve out my own little piece of it to claim as my own. This is not only for me. But also for those before me in my long lineage of artists that had untapped potential. Especially for my mother.