The brisk wind strikes me hard as the familiarity of the predicament makes me sick. â€śThank god itâ€™s Friday,â€ť I whispered to myself as I kept walking closer to the bus stop. I then road the bus all the way to school, but when I got thereâ€¦something struck me, a big accordion cork board with a sign that read â€śArtist of the Month.â€ť I let my curiosity get the best of me, and before I knew it, all my friends were clustered around the unfamiliar board as well. I could see the artistâ€™s name written in cursive right above a large self-portrait of the artist themself. I quickly recognized the picture as a member of my class who I did not particularly like, but nevertheless I still admired her artwork. The visual art displayed on the cork board troubled me a bit; however, because it made me wonderâ€¦just because I am not a visual artist does that mean my artwork canâ€™t be displayed. Yes. It did. If someone walked in to the school and was greeted by a bunch of words on a page hanging on a big cork board, it would most definitely not be as striking versus a visual painting to catch the eye. I enjoy writing and playing music, but nobody but my friends know that. Visual art is not my thing, but I hold the ability to paint a picture in my audiencesâ€™ head and convey emotion into my music and passion into my writing. For people to appreciate my art they must see beyond whatâ€™s on the page, and I think that in itself is more powerful than a spot on the â€śArtist of the Monthâ€ť cork board.