Describe Why I Paint

I love the brushes, paint, canvas, and the charcoal. I love the lines and the charcoal dust as it hangs in the tooth of the canvas, the pigment as it glides across the surface. I love the drips and the smell of the paint. I love the moment when two colors pop and the energy contained in a painted stroke. I love the questioning and not knowing. I love the travels inside, while my hand keeps moving. I love the moment of beginning and the moment of completion. I love it when it all goes to hell and the moment a painting is reborn into something new. I love it all, truly, deeply."

There are many functions and purpose of art like for instance. The beauty of art most arties paint with their religion and or there believes rather if they are Catholic or Christen. Many artiest paint

As a child, I placed my finger on the shutter release of my curiosity and heard two simultaneous clicks, one for sketching and the other for photography. They changed me; they caused the pitch-black display of my individuality to fade into a beautiful mélange of colors, each one representing a new creative spark. These sparks then swathed the waters of my consciousness like fire across paper, seamlessly integrating into my skills, passions, and eventually, my

When a painter paints, they use their imagination and feelings to bring their work to life. Not only does art bring out feeling, it brings their words to life. Many artists have painted something that has been bothering them, something they like, or something the world needs to see. This is why music, literature, writing, and acting, are taken very serious in today’s world.

Feeding so much to humanity. Don’t we all take pleasure in listening to music? Don’t we all relish in reading a book? Cooking? Origami? Make-up? Even a little sketching and doodling in our school notebooks?

The concepts of flow, meaning and belonging as the foundations upon which humans flourish are fairly recently established but really are simply official names for the mental states and metaphysical notions likely experienced by humans since culture first evolved. It is in our nature that the fine-tuned capabilities of our brains should seek, and gravitate towards, those activities which bring about such conditions. For myself, I find the process of creation- painting, writing, photography, drawing- to be one that is characterised by the focus of flow, the purpose and directionality of meaning, and the strong interpersonal connections of belonging.

The first drawing is untitled. It depicts the back of a Holly Hobby girl jumping in the air with joy and freedom. She is free. There are no fears, no anxiety just the empty void of space surrounding her. In her world there is no daytime or nighttime. I drew this picture while I was still in elementary school. All of my drawings I did as a child were of little girls playing and having fun. It was imperative that I created a space were this little girl could play, be liberated and not worry about coming off the page into my world. The series of drawings I did as a child allowed me to have my moment of space and freedom within the constraint of my room. As I prepared to write this paper and observed my childhood drawings, I understand more now how art saved me. The drawing of the Holly Hobby girl on old faded vanilla paper is not just a drawing; she is my friend. We laughed, played and cried together. We had slumber and tea parties together. When everybody left me alone in the house she kept me company and when my parents started fighting we had our secret hiding place. German poet and playwright Friedrich Schiller stated, “Art is the daughter of freedom,” then art is my avatar for freedom.

Never in my life have I ever seen something some wired transform into such a unique piece of art. In the beginning, I assumed that it would be impossible to make a masterpiece out of just a few rolls of yarn and some sticks of wood. In my past , during my high school career, I was honored with the opportunity to be a part of many fine arts programs which educated me and exposed my eyes to just how creative art can be.

My first reason is, if your child loves art, they could let their creative jucies flow. If they love butterflies, you could let them paint butterflies, no matter how good or bad it turns out. Many children always

There are many reasons why I want to be an artist. First of all, I love art and I have been doing it since kindergarten (and probably before that). I have always been a good drawer and I want people everywhere to see my drawings. Also, people always have a smile on their face

The questions examined in the thesis have emerged from my need as a researcher and as an artist to form a visual response to

Painting takes me away from all of my troubles. It’s my scapegoat to make me feel happy. The only thing in this room is just my easel, bed, bottles of various colors of paint, and my clothes. I still hadn’t finished unpacking my things after moving. As the itch for painting eats me up like a skin disease. Listening to music while painting is where I’m immediately lost. The music gets me swept off my feet. Like being swept away in the ocean. It feels like magic, as corny as that sounds. I tune out all the things around me, including my sister and nephew. Elisha, my sister finds it odd how the only thing I care about doing is painting. Elisha thinks I’m too anti-social, making me find friends when I just want to be left alone. I feel

Creativity is an amazing thing, it is so impactful to every area of one’s life. From taking this humanities class I have increased my knowledge of art and the different creative processes that take place. Artists masterfully place different elements in their pieces to draw one’s focus to a spot. For example, vanishing points allow an artist to create an illusion that their work continues

For Christmas and my birthday as a child I would beg for art supplies, paint, clay, or basically anything I could create something with. Flashbacks of random “abstract art” I created enfolded through my mind; my chubby little fingers gripping the chalky pastels as I scribbled endlessly on a giant easel. More than once my “easel” was the kitchen walls or all over my sister. My love for art remained as I grew, and I sketched a lot through middle school, but the fear of failure and self doubt crept up inside me. For once in my life, I laid my supplies down. It was not the lack of passion that caused me to stop painting because my soul yearned for it like a plants yearns for sunlight. I needed it to grow. The lack of self confidence paralyzed me from making new masterpieces. Eventually the fear of never painting again scared me more than the fear of failure and as I grasped the handles of my brushes for the first time in a while a wave of safety rushed through, like I have arrived home

Art is the flower that blossoms my ideas into process. It guides me through the journey that is my life and allows me to explore myself through each piece I produce. As an artist, I am continuously etching the surface of life in pursuit of a deeper understanding. I seek a personal creative awakening and enlightenment through my endless pursuit of knowledge. While reflecting upon my creative intent, I found it difficult to come up with the words for what motivates me to design. I found that this strong desire is linked very closely to my upbringing. As a child, I was constantly pushed to my breaking point. My parents expected nothing less than perfection and art was the only outlet in which I could define my own standards of perfection. I learned to create to overcome personal obstacles to better comprehend my artistic trek. To grasp the grandeur of my artistic catalysts, I have expressed them in a unified symbol entitled Untitled. Because my mind operates visually, most of my thoughts and ideas are better expressed as images and feelings rather than words. Therefore, I choose not to title most of my artwork. Although I feel that words can often be a more powerful art form than images, I create my work with the intent of it having its own voice. I believe art is an experience and should be an open dialogue between the artist and the observer. By removing the title, I feel that there is a greater possibility for a more thought provoking discussion about the piece