The ambidextrous artist

She was a young girl, bereft of any friends and simply floating through school. Attempting to get it over with as quickly as possible. She warily walked the halls hoping to not be noticed, to simply be allowed to glide through. Being invisible one is able to get away with hearing and seeing more than most. She could not help but gape at the behavior of her peers. Most were so unkempt , not even caring enough about their own personal appearance to put on real pants. Art was her only saving grace. She was quite ambidextrous and enjoyed working with the pliable material of the art world. After some time she found herself unable to create up new ideas or grab any inspiration from the outside world, she was unable to make art. Her alteration into a more tentative nature began to worry her teacher. Her teacher reiterated time and time again about the importance of just going in and grabbing an idea, to not falter or stop because picking back up the momentum would be difficult. Soon she began to walk at night and go for long drives to pick up any intimation of what she should create next. Finally, she had it and as she deployed her materials she set out to create once more.