La vie en noir et blanc — Dominique Ventriglio
The world spins in a loop, fueled by whirrs of greed and destruction. But there was a time when Mother Earth wove gracefully with the sounds of music and dreams. Hands that once painted, smudged, and clay-coated now grasp for bills, clack numbers, and clench in frustration. Amid this, our future seems bleak, bought and sold by digits and billionaires. Yet, imagination floats among us, sprinkling her fairy dust patiently. The sound of trumpets, drums, and acoustic guitars serenades faintly. With each note played, a new spark ignites. The echoes of the past ease through the choking strings and synth beats, proving that creativity has died in some but is still alive. I urge you to let the silence break. Unslouch your shoulders and relax your collars. Allow your hands to paint and strum the guitar. Allow your legs to dance and your soul to sing. Without the arts we simply could not be; we’d be filed down to thoughtless machines. We must be free.
Music, art, and dreams
Woven by our Mother Earth
Hands will paint again.
Dominique Ventriglio is a high school senior from NY who loves to learn. Her hobbies include hiking, long drives, writing, and animals of all kinds. Her work has been published by Young Writers USA, twice by The Weight Journal, and her school’s literary magazine.