The Artist (Part 1) | Alson.AI

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Thirteen-year-old Leon grew up in a Cleveland neighborhood but dreamed of creating something deeper. When his big brother Shabazz taught himself to draw by copying comic book heroes, Leon found his own artistic spark. His friendship with the quiet and confident Sterling opened his eyes to the power of imagination to challenge rules and push boundaries. A visit to Sterling’s home revealed a breathtaking Egyptian mural painted on the ceiling that showed Leon art could transform ordinary spaces. This inspiring tale shows how family support, friendship, and fearless creativity help a young artist find his voice.

Today, we bring to you the story of discovery. Today, we bring to you a story of exploration. Today, we bring to you a story of art. Here, today, from The Old Country. Let me tell you about Leon. Merely a young ghetto boy of thirteen, his lanky limbs stretched six feet, and his dark, almond-shaped eyes took in everything. He was filled with hopes, dreams, love, and inspiration, but amidst the noise of the streets, he sought something quieter, something deeper. At a very early point in his life, he made a decision. Leon decided that he was an artist. There were a number of factors prevalent in Leon's life that led him to the decision that he was an artist. First and foremost, it was the inspiration that he had gotten from his big brother, Shabazz, or Baz. He was the most important male figure in Leon's life, second only to his father. Leon wanted to be just like Baz, so whatever Shabazz did, Leon did too. Baz loved comic books. He had a huge collection of "funny books," as his mother would call them, shaking her head at the sheer volume of paper in their small room. In their bedroom, an entire wall was covered with milk crates, stacked floor to ceiling like a plastic fortress. In those crates were Marvel Comics, all neatly arranged and organized alphabetically. Their bed was erected atop columns of yet more milk crates, and those were all filled with comics, too. Even the closet was filled with them. These, however, were the expendables—damaged and rejected issues that Shabazz jettisoned to the abyss of the closet floor. Shabazz did not assemble such a huge collection of comic books merely to read them. He taught himself how to draw from those countless pages of comics that he’d amassed over the years. He would sit with his heavy, thoughtful brow furrowed, copying the lines of heroes and villains, and so this is where Leon developed his propensity for drawing. For Shabazz and Leon, their affinity for comic books was more than merely reading and drawing. Comics pushed the limits of their imagination, I dare say. Comics challenged the limits of their imagination, and they learned that imagination has no limitation. This insight was the revelation that told Leon that he was indeed an artist. But if Shabazz lit the spark, another boy fanned the flame. There was a kid with an auspicious name and an even more propitious manner and character. He too was a pusher of limits, limits of the imagination. He was known in the hood as Piper, often called by his initials S.T., but he was born under the name Sterling Valentine. Sterling was an artist, and he was one of Leon's best friends, but if the truth be told, initially Sterling was Leon's younger brother Robert's best friend. In a way, Leon stole old Piper from young brother Robert. As a youth, Sterling was regarded as somewhat of a living legend. He kept to himself, a thirteen-year-old with clean black hair and observant eyes that seemed to look right through you. He was a quiet loner. Rumors circulated on the bus and playground that Piper was a karate expert with murderous intent, his hands lethal weapons. But in reality, he was simply another uninhibited and aloof artist who refused to fit in. It wasn't until Leon was invited into Sterling's world that he understood the source of this quiet confidence. Sterling's father, a man with a broad face and warm, focused eyes, was an artist at leisure and a domestic painter professionally. Upon entering Sterling's home for the first time, Leon was awestruck by what he saw painted on the ceiling. It wasn't just white plaster or water stains like in other apartments in the projects. It was an amazing mural depicting an ancient and regal Egyptian queen with her arms spread far and wide. She stood among the stars and the heavenly constellations. Her presence commanded the entire living room. Leon was thoroughly impacted by the portrait above. He stood there, neck craned back, lost in the colors. He was struck not only by the artwork itself but by the concepts of Egyptian lore that was a rare pleasure for him to see in a neighborhood usually stripped of such history. But more than that, he was impressed by the audacity of Sterling Sr. to paint on the ceiling of their home. Sterling and his parents lived in the project complex that was simply known as Sideaway. And surely it was outside of protocol for anyone to paint those walls. The Housing Authority had strict rules: plain walls, uniform colors, no expression. But Big Sterling did it, and he did it well. He too was a pusher of limits. Painting noble Egyptian ancestry on the project ceiling was the boldest artistic statement Leon had seen. It declared that art could not be contained by rules, rent, or zip codes.

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