Descriptive Essay About Art

Art helped me learn to express the feelings I couldn’t say and during that time period and I choosing to study it is the greatest decision I have ever made. Art is the reason I live now. It gives me hope, happiness, and an ability to escape. I love how it can change my view and to make me feel things. This year one of my illustrations was hung in the Museum of Contemporary Art: La Jolla, and I could not be prouder.

Rathnasambhava, the Transcendent Buddha of the South and Madonna Enthroned are very similar images that were produced by very different cultures. Both images were produced during the 13th Century. The image of Rathnasambhava, the Transcendent Buddha of the South was produced in Tibet during an interesting period of the country’s religious history. The branch of Tibetan Buddhism is led by a religious and sometimes political leader called the Dalai Lama. It was during the 13th Century during the reign of Kublai Khan, around the time of the production of this painting, that Tibet experienced the first incarnation of the Dalai Lama. One has to wonder if this painting is somehow related to that occurrence. According to

The pencil liberates my stresses and sorrows. Bare and unimpeded, my mind is able to isolate itself from anything that was happening in my life. At my art table, which is merely an escape from reality, my curiosity is able to wander. Within this room, five blank canvas's look in on me as I become a mold of my imagination. A step inside my world develops into a sea of color and exploration. The vibrancy of the walls resonates throughout. Over the years, my room has served as my oasis. It’s my escape from monotonous and mundane routines. It’s my exploration of another side of me. I observe such works of art almost as much as I create. Taking notice of my classmates’ innovations and inspired by their creativity, my paintbrush begins to alleviate stress. I strive to produce pieces others will appreciate, but often find myself to be the true admirer. My pride, in this world, is driven simply by my own curiosity to express myself. I credit this side of me as the “passion” that supplements my insane drive for success. This passion has sparked critical thinking in me as well as how I see failure. Life is a blank canvas and you can truly draw whatever you want, and if you fail, you start over and don’t make that same mistake again! Hard work takes ideas quite far, but true success is derived from ingenuity and the generation of

The art piece that I chose to critique is the sculpture of a figure kneeling down and getting shocked. It is located on campus near the Morris University Center(muc). When I first saw this sculpture it caught my attention immediately, because of how gruesome the piece was. I feel like I don’t have a good understanding of what the sculpture represents, but it seems like it would raise plenty of controversy, due to its erotic features. It seems like the artist was venting his emotions when he created his idea. The sculpture is fairly large in size, which makes it noticeable, among the other art pieces on campus. The sculpture media consist of wood and concrete, and metal mostly. The individual is keeling down toward the west and is supported

Last week on Friday, October 27th, Seth Speas and I decided to watch a play for our fine arts report. The evening started out rather rocky due to the fact that our original plans of going to see a play at Dalton Little theatre were changed after realizing that the show had been canceled, Thankfully, the kind man who informed us of the cancellation of the show also mentioned that the ACT, or Artistic Civic Theatre, was putting on a show later that night. While I am not able to confidently make this point, due to the fact I did not see the first show, I can say that I was not disappointed by the ACTs production of Deathtrap.

During my childhood years, my neighborhood surroundings influenced me to become an artist. The way I look at life is I see myself as a leader who will accomplish my goals and make a difference in people’s lives. The person who influenced me the most to become an artist was my late uncle. My uncle was an artist who worked in New York City. I remember the first time my mother showed me his work and was astonished by his drawing skills. He was a very talented artist. After seeing his work, I had a strong desire to become a graphic designer.

From drawing m&ms in ms paint with my dad in between deployments to sketching the forest covered mountains on long car trips through Panama art has been an important escape for me. I used my craft to understand my emotions, define my identity, and was something that I took pride in. Until that day my art was a way of interpreting the world around me, but hearing as only parent I had disprove of my craft,

The “artist” of this drawing is a five year old, named Xavier. Xavier is in Pre-K at the preschool I work at and I have known him since he was two. Xavier is an African-American. He is a big brother to his little sister and little brother. He lives with his mom, dad and siblings. Xavier spends the majority of his day at the preschool, as he is there for eleven to twelve hours, Monday through Friday. One of Xavier’s favorite things to do is draw and color; he loves art! During center time, most of the time he will choose to go to the art center and he will want to stay there as long as he can. Xavier loves to draw detailed drawings. For example, while some children are still in the scribbling stage, Xavier will take his time to draw

If you have some free time and have always wanted to visit an art gallery, a start is the Art Sacré exposition. Just do not expect high quality art. Running from October twenty-third to December eight-teenth at Les Salles de Gesù, the exposition features four artists depicting spirituality and inner self.

Art is personal; an expression of inner thoughts and desires, affecting the way I not only see the world but myself. In order for a person to grow they must know who they are, their aspirations, the true nature of their thoughts, and their actuality of their persona; the physicality of art has given me this knowledge. With practicing in the arts I am able to grow as a person and I am able to see that growth within me.  For with the expression of creativity, comes an outlet, an outlet of the unconscious, forming and showing the reality of the mind. This outlet releases internal emotions and helps me to find tranquility within myself. This state of mind is a supplement for my own personal problems.  Also, I am able to create new ideas, ones that help me see the world in a new light. I am able to form a relaxing and mesmerizing state of mind, one that leaves me fascinated with the world around me, along with a deep love for simplicity.  Visual arts have truly given me an insight on my own mind and happiness in my life. This is why I full-heartedly believe and practice in the arts, to find peace of mind, not in the world, but in myself.

I quickly step into the gallery with the biting wind pushing behind me, touching the atmosphere subtly, moving the orange flames of the procession of tiny wax candles delicately enough that no one notices. My eyes are immediately drawn to the beautiful crystalline jewels hung from the ceiling. They look heavenly decadent, almost as if I have just entered a celestial forest bearing the fruit of ambrosia. As my gaze lightly touches each artifact in the small room, I notice that all the decorations are displayed like this. A ceramic vase covered in perfectly sculpted lips, a fragile needle- like ball that, upon closer inspection, has miniscule crystals gripping on each individual needle point. “Hey mom, check this out,” I say quite loudly, “It’s like a glorified sea urchin or something.” I turn with a grin to see if she agrees with me when I’m met with an angry woman who has been looking at the same piece of art a few feet away from me. She pins me with a stare so icy, I have no other option than to take a few steps back. The woman haughtily turns her head as she goes on to observe the rest of the pieces from the collection. I then notice her black silhouette dress and 6 inch heels that clack down the hall with every angry step. Surprised, I realize that there are more people around, and they all look just as fancy as Cruella de Vil does. The art on the walls suddenly is not as interesting as the moving art around me. Old men in clean cut suits stand around the large paintings

From when I started painting at the age of two till now, I have utilized every opportunity I got to create artwork. With time I have evolved, so has my work, with it my dedication and commitment too. No matter how worked up I get, art has always bestowed me with relief and peace of mind. It not only made me composed, but also made feel light-hearted during stressful times. When I create art, I fully indulge in the moment, purely experiencing it. I feel disconnected to the worldly things and in that moment I'm just entirely myself feeling more comfortable than ever in my own skin. Let the day fling everything it has at me, but while I’m painting I’m right in it, feeling more alive than ever.

The history of art dates back to ancient times. Artwork can be, and was, found around the world. What makes art interesting is that it can be created in any way, shape or form with any materials. It seems that the artwork can also tell us a lot about the artist. Art seems to be simply, a direct, visual reflection of the artist’s life. Therefore, one can assume that an artist’s life experiences and beliefs directly influence their art. If we look at examples from different periods of art we will be able to see the connection between the artist and the art.

I wonder what Clyde Butcher would say to me if I were to ask him to explain to me exactly how he feels when he is experiencing the Everglades and taking the amazing photographs of this beautiful place. Would his words come anywhere close to expressing his passion for the Everglades and other natural areas as his photographs do? Would his words be an even better explanation and expression of his feelings towards the Everglades than his photographs? How about Marjory Stoneman Douglas? What if I were to ask her to put her feelings and passion about the Everglades into a painting or into photographs? Would her works of visual art be a better representation of her connection with the Everglades than her literature? I

Sandy Charles was a small five year old boy who loves being creative. He’d like to draw, paint, and color on almost anything that he could get ahold of. He has an older thirteen year old brother, Jeffrey, who didn’t really care much for his younger brother. Sandy wanted to be closer to his brother since his “mommy and daddy” aren’t home that often. Eventually Jeffery gives in one day and lets Sandy watch a movie with him, but only on one condition - it was a horror film. Sandy just happily agreed, wanting to spend some time with his brother. After seeing the movie, the kid developed a serious interest for these sorts of films. Very serious interest. This fascination eventually gave him his first best friend, a small