College Admissions Essay: The Art Of Drawing

“Creativity is contagious, pass it on.” Albert Einstein, famous physicist, had once said this. It’s true, as when others are producing ideas or creating solutions to things, you in turn start to think of your own. Yet, a lot of the times when I think of this statement, it reminds me of myself and art. In my free time, I love to look at other’s art and see their reasoning behind the picture – and then find myself start drawing the next second, feeling inspired by that particular artists reasoning. Every day if I can, I’ll look at all sorts of works by artists – sculptures, paintings, sometimes even dolls! Weirdly, I find myself always going back to the simple drawings on a paper and then making a few drawings of my own. Thus bringing a

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My life began in Bialystok, Grodno Governorate which is now Poland. Shortly after my birth my family and I moved to Kiev and I would eventually attend and graduate from Kiev Art School in two years. In that same year, I married a Kiev lawyer named Nicoloas Evgenievish Ekstar and moved to Paris for several months and studied at Academeie de la Grande-chaumiere in Paris, I was expelled for not following their artistic ideas. I would later on meet Pablo Picasso, Guillaume Apollinaire, Max Jacob and Fernand Léger in Paris and would become inspired by cubism. (“The reduction of natural forms to their geometrical equivalents, and the organization of the planes of a represented object independently of representational requirements.”) The Cubism movement would have inspired my first exhibit (publicly display (a work of art or item of interest) in an art gallery or museum or at a trade fair.) in Kiev and later on St. Petersburg called “Exhibition of New Currents.” Within the same year, I organized an Impressionistic (a person who follows or adhees to the theories, methods, and practices of impressionism) learning called “zveno” (“link”) with David Burlyuk, Mikhail Larionov, Natalya Goncharova. I would later move back to Paris, rent my own

As a child I was always incredibly influenced by the people around me. I distinctly remember several instances where the comments of others have fueled my passions and ambitions for years to come. My likes and dislikes have not always been my own but they are a byproduct of the ways others have been looking at me my whole life. I am not a person decided by my own choices and wishes but a canvas painted on by hundreds of different artists.

My two closest friends are artists, and it always baffled me that we all got along so well when I had no artistic talent at all. Then, I volunteered at a youth art program with my best friend Shane called Present Project in 10th grade. The main message that I took away from Present Project was that art can be unconventional and can be seen in everything that we do. I had always thought I lacked creativity because I wasn’t skilled in art or creative writing until one day my best friend told me that her favorite thing about me was how logical I was. She said that I was my own type of artist—an artist who expressed their creativity through their thinking process. Problem solving is an exciting task for me, because there is nothing that interests

Ever since I was gifted a sketchbook for my sixth birthday, I developed a passion for drawing. Whether that was scribbling out random characters for my amateur comic strips or designing outfits for my pretend fashion show, I enjoyed every second of it. One day as I strolled through the career center at school, a particular dual enrollment course caught my eye. The class was encompassed around technical drawing and applying it to architecture and engineering graphics. Knowing I have been drawing since I was young and held an interest in architecture, I wanted to challenge myself by taking this class.

“The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul.” said Dieter F. Uchtdorf. For as long as I can remember I’ve felt most at peace when I’m being creative. When I look back at pictures from my childhood a majority of them are of me rather painting, coloring, or making play houses out of old cardboard boxes. It was never something I thought much about except that it was just what I always enjoyed doing. So many aspects of my life have changed since I was just a toddler but, my creativity is one aspect that has never left my life.

If anyone asks about my field of study, it is no doubt that I would say design. On the other hand,it originated from my interest to drawing. I started drawing as my hobby since I was four, and I keep drawing till present. I continued my passion and now as a Electronic Design and Multimedia major. In my opinion, one passionated about something, means one could pay his life time and effort to it. This is what design means to me. More importantly, the most meaningful achievements have altered me as a better designer, no matter success or failure,

My goal as a graphic design is to create works that will cause someone to question everything. I recently have gotten into design, and fell hopelessly in love. Until two years ago, I did not know what a graphic designer was or that I could be one. I was lost, unsure about my future or who I wanted to be, I just knew that I was creative and very kinetically driven. I just wanted to move. A friend of mine introduced me to the book “Watching Words Move”, and suddenly I knew who I was and what I needed. The visualization of words doing what I always wanted them to do, move. I became obsessed. I wanted to create a mesmerizing typographical mirage of movement. I searched for what I needed and Graphic Designer answered. When I applied to SCAD, I

I graduated high school in 1986 and from the day I was born until I went into government service I was not one much interested in art. I spent most of my days as a typical Southern California kid spending a majority of my days outside with friends at the beach or enjoying the beauty of living in “America’s Finest City”. I wasn’t planning on going to college after high school so AP classes weren’t a priority during my high school years. After graduation the same applied for my years of travel until I left government service in 2017. Over the years I have enjoyed the occasional musical and have admired the beauty of a few paintings, on the occasion that I happened to be somewhere that had some, and have admired the beauty of both ancient and modern architecture over my many travels, but I have never really taken the time to study and examine the true beauty of all the art around me. Fast-forward to August 2017 and my first year of college. Thanks to 9/11 GI Bill, and Professor James Holbrook’s Humanities class, I was exposed to new information on the complexities of art that I was never aware of.

Ever since I was a small child, I’ve been good at art. It started out as rough crayon drawings my mom plastered on the fridge like any other fridge but I kept going at it. During dinner, I would be drawing. On all my grade school homework, I would be drawing. While I was supposed to be going to sleep, I would be drawing. In every possible scenario I would just end up with a writing utensil in my hand and go at it. This from a very young age, ended up to be an outlet of hyperactivity for my ADHD, letting me focus in on other responsibilities I needed to take care of.

Even though I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of art and art education, I have always cherished and loved learning; with the help of others around me, I have gained a true enthusiasm for education. With both my parents being teachers I have learned to persevere in the face of demanding assignments; because even when

Innovation, ingenuity, and individuality are at the base of creativity. As a child I always thought outside the box exploring ideas in a different perspective in order to encapture the true meaning of the question at hand. Growing up in an art enduring environment certainly persuaded my passion towards visual media, as my pieces often reflected values of Dr.Seuss, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring. Whenever I felt frustrated or incapable I always relied on the ability to express my emotions throughout writing, sculpting or even drawing. The ability to reveal my inner conflicts without restraint or indignation is what allowed me to find a release in a stressful situation.

Two semesters ago I met a very strong woman, and she opened up a part of me that I had mostly given up on. The part of me I had given up on over a decade ago was my artistic side. I simply felt that it was a waste of time to spend hours perfecting something that would most likely never make me money. Also, I would look at the multitude of staving artists online, and consider how much better they were than myself, and how even the most talented artist starves from time to time. Have you ever heard the phrase “rent’s due art boy”. Well I got tired of hearing it, and went to drafting school. It wasn’t until this last semester, in my 19th century art history course, that I learned that most of my favorite artists started out as draftsmen, but we will talk about that later. Until recently, I had forgotten that i actually enjoyed the peacefulness of the artistic process. I had forgotten that during this process I tended to become very focussed and all of my life’s daily problems seemed to fade away.

Hearing my race class announced, I kick-started my bike and rode over to the starting line; although, numerous questions ran through my ten-year-old mind. I wondered how the bike worked, what made my bike different from others, and most importantly at the time, how to become a professional dirt bike racer. The hypercompetitive nature of racing allowed me to challenge myself and continually progress by learning vicariously through others. By taking the risks to progress as a racer, I attempted a large double-jump, and had fallen between the jumps, where another racer rode over my abdomen. Over the next year, I spent time in and out of hospitals and specialists’ offices treating my injury; however, for me it was an opportunity to learn about new tests, treatments, and most importantly another career I could observe first hand. Before undergoing a surgery, I met with one of the most compassionate and joyful anesthesiologists that calmed me down and answered my questions about his job. With a goal to make surgery as pleasant as possible, I was motivated to discover more about anesthesia.