Austin C

Summer of 1998

One night, as a baby, I filled my diaper full. Surprised, I had to alert my parents immediately. I screamed and wailed, but it was to no avail. I was stubborn and would not give in.

After five minutes of crying aloud, I thought to myself ” Why aren’t they running in to check on me? Have I been encased in a metaphysical prison? Have I been transported to another realm?” Then it dawned on me, I was imprisoned in a dark room surrounded by immovable white beams. I searched tirelessly for an escape. I had to get out and find my family!

Looking high and low, it became evident, I was truly trapped. I cried louder and screamed harder, still nothing. Broken and afraid, I gave myself one last push of perseverance.

I reached into my now filled pockets and pulled out my trusty brown crayon. I thought to myself ” I must write my tragedy. I will create my magnum opus with this brown crayon, and may I be taken when I have completed!”

I began to scribble on the walls as if I belonged in a straight jacket. I splattered my feelings like Pollock. I worked to tell my story all night until I was done! When I was finally satisfied, I laid to rest.

Suddenly they appeared. My parents came in and summoned the light to fill my room. I was overwhelmed with joy. “Finally, you have come to rescue me.” They took a good long look around at my work on the walls before they gagged and had to be excused. My work was too grand to bear, but I was proud. “My work has brought these people to tears”, I thought. ” I must continue my creations for all to see!”

This, is how I got my start as a designer.