黃佳淳
Today I am going to share with you a scientific study of black holes and a black hole in my memory.
First time in history, scientists have observed two black holes merge into one, which proves the existence of Einstein’s gravitational wave. Here I have highlighted for you the scientific paper.
A black hole in my memory: Three memories about drawing have haunted me ever since I decided an artist is all I want to be. I didn’t know how to draw, at all.
I didn't know how to draw when I was three, not even when I was given coloring books and 24-color markers. I would stare at the blank page with many shapes, then point to one of the shapes and ask my grandma which color I should put into the shape. My grandma would always reply “Granny doesn't know either, granny never goes to school” and then pick a color for me. I would then carefully put the color into the shape, it was a hard thing for children’s undeveloped muscles, but it was a ritual between me and my grandma. My grandma never goes to school. I didn’t know how to draw when I was five. This time in kindergarten I have a whole piece of paper and a table of crayons. I stare into the blank paper again while other kids are filling their paper with amazing children's fantasy. I must have stared into the paper for too long, that the teacher came over to grab my hand. The teacher was trying to fill my paper with her representation of a spider, grabbing my hand. I couldn't stop her and she wouldn't stop.
I didn’t know how to draw when I was eight. This time in the elementary school. There is now a spider web printed on the paper, we were supposed to draw insects on the spider web. This time I didn’t stare into the paper anymore, instead I talked to the kids sitting around me. Every time I talk to one, I steal an insect on their web and copy it onto my web. By the end of the class, there are spiders, butterflies, dragonflies, and insects I can’t name on my web. I got compliments from the teacher, but I remember feeling guilty and ashamed. I was also terrified that someone might point directly at my nose and accuse me of my crime.
These are blackholes about drawings that have haunted me ever since I decided an artist is all I want to be.
(That was the sound of two black holes colliding, merging into one)