I am a survivor and a fighter. I am strong. I am love. I am a poet, an artist, an author and a believer. I believe in me and in you. I share with you a poem and a drawing that sums up who I am. Be uplifted. Be inspired. I have written the end of my story and it is bright. |
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 Lone Tree Alone in a vast field, forgotten by the forest, Inhibited by the bursts of a violent wind, Stands a weather beaten and scarcely foilaged tree. Lacking grandeur befitting the majestic woods, Banished to wither in this forlorn field alone. Torrential rains did come and attempt to wash the tender sapling away. Fiercest winds sought to strip it of its delicate adornments. Tender and vulnerable a young sapling was adrift in the floods, Roots sprang forth, tendrils seeking depth in the loose soil carrying it away. What seemed only a field of weeds, Offered an embrace in their tangled existence. That young sapling accepted what was offered in grace, Caught it became in a field to remain lost and forgotten but growing beneath the surface Hidden away in the shadows of the swaying wild growth that knew no defeat. A lone tree sought out light through the untamed hazy cover. Defying the odds, though misshapen by vicious elements, It grew and though small and lacking vibrance, it stands alone. Its roots though hidden beneath the tangled web of unsightly weeds, Grow deep, holding on tightly to what little it was given, Accepting grace though found in the dark, Though not found majestic and stately of beauty, Testament it gives to more valorous plight, It is not lost among a luscious forest, Its beauty is that noticed it has become because it stands alone. *please note, all content: artwork, cards, poetry, story, is copyrighted by the author and artist and reproduction must be done with written and signed permission* |
I am Stascia Horton and I am an artist with a Survival Determination. You hear about Starving Artist all the time, someone willing to go the hard road for their compassion. There is no doubt I have a passion for my art, but even more, my art is a reflection of my passion for life. My life is what has spurred my artistic perspective, without my creative view of everything, I may indeed not have survived the turmoil life has been tossing me up in. I love defying the odds and I attribute my ability to do that to my passion for expression in art. It has soothed me, expressed me, spoken to and influenced others. I knew this day was coming, I've been preparing for it for a long time, but it has come at me a little harder than anticipated, the day my body wouldn't allow me to be as defiant as my artistic mind willed it to be. So, now, I find myself in a new chapter, for indeed I have written my life story, but it's not finished yet. The new chapter is Survival. So, I am adopting a new nickname, The Surviving Artist and asking you to be a part of my story. Again applying my artistic spirit and talent to my outlook on life. I have already had my artwork published in books and gracing art shows in New York. Now, I am sending it out to inspire others and help me survive. I have undergone major surgery that has a long road of recovery,two years just to recover. hope to go back to school,with a goal to get a double major in both writing and art. Art and writing to me are therapy. I believe that every person contains withing them the soul of an artist. It is not about what you create, so much as it is about the spirit you put into your work, the you that goes into and the you that touches others and gives them inspiration. So, this is your role in my story, your chance to help an artist survive the most challenging trial in her life, to help me to be an inspiring story of survival; for you to play the role that gives testament to the compassion that still exists. You can brighten someone else's day with a kind thought and a bit of my artwork and at the same time, keep me on the survival track. I welcome you to explore my blogs, they contain within them my life story. I am now rewriting it, it was a most painful experience and I wrote it with still a bitter soul and wounded heart. Yet, in the sharing of my story, both the past and the now, I have come to know some of the most wonderful people who have helped me to see how to move past the pain of the past and allow the present to heal me for a bright future. I am going to add my new adventures and rewrite the entire life story in a very real format, minus the fantasy side of it. Fantasy was what helped me cope as a child and I used it to write my story. I have now found myself in a healthier place where I no longer need that buffer. I have also learned so much, that my perspective on my experiences have changed. It makes them no less painful or tragic, but it has helped me understand how I can use them to allow myself to grow. In so doing, the rewriting, perhaps I will be able to instill courage in others as many have done for me. This poem on this page describes how I felt for most of my life, struggling against all odds to survive, and though life has been rough, I still, to this day, even after having been homeless and experiencing what it is like to sleep in your car, what it is like to lose friends when you needed them most, I have found the courage and pride to stand up against the storm, and stand proud even if I were found to be standing alone. However, as the poem ends, it is that courage that inspires others, so though the tree seems to be alone, it is noticed by everyone passing. Never feel alone, stand proud and you will find that other will find that same pride in you. I will soon be selling my greeting cards and my artwork as prints. I also do artwork designs by request. Please contact me at emeraldblessing@gmail.com for details and payment arrangements for special requests. |
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