Wilson was a great swimmer, often applauded for winning the races he entered. Though many foresaw Wilson as an Olympic swimmer one day, Wilson never felt joyous when swimming. Wilson felt his family’s pride in his swimming, and didn’t want to disappoint them, but he never felt the passion when he entered the water.
One day, Wilson went on a camping trip with his swim team and brought his sketchbook and art supplies. After a swim practice, his teammates remained in the water, but Wilson wanted to enjoy the wilderness. Wilson sat under a tree, watching his friends as he drew the memory into his book.
Wilson drew fervently, warmed by art, nature and friendship. He’d never felt so passionate around swimming before and he was grateful to find his inspiration. The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are, and Wilson knew, in that moment, that he’d be enlivened to become an artist.