Dramatic Monologue

As a young child, I often transformed my grandma's dwelling into my own personal canvas. Fueled by morning cartoons, I would concoct detailed illustrations of the oddities in my imagination and intricate pictures of my family and surrounding. It was evident I had been blessed. I was never discouraged from my routine doodling either, just encouraged to channel that creativity on to anything but our walls. When I started public schooling some years later I was introduced to the scope of what art really was. Painting, drawing, photography-It was a world unknown to me then. The way we experimented with every medium early on was perfect for my inquisitive nature. For years I invested in what I now consider to be my craft, with the guidance of numerous

Yet it takes piles of cliche, over-simplified sketches with only the extremely distinct aspects of your focus to clarify exactly what object you are drawing to finally begin to learn how to truly see what you are looking at. With practice (and an incredible, patient, encouraging art teacher) you learn how to separate what you know from what you are seeing. Starting with copying a signature you are taught to simply flip it over, transforming what you are recognizing in your mind as letters into unidentifiable lines. By doing this it becomes easier to learn how to separate what we know from what we are seeing and mutes the side of your brain telling you to draw what you know, allowing you to copy the shapes and curves of the line without being influenced by what your mind is telling you what you are seeing. By continuing to learn how to separate what you know from what you are seeing you become aware of every little shape, line, and shadow, allowing you to move away from cliches and learn how to draw what is truly in front of

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Analyzing her drawings was simple since she was very detailed when drawing them, she focused a lot on the details of her pictures and she seemed very concerned with wanting to get her drawings identical to the book. Several times she wanted to borrow the book and look at it again, but I told her

I started the rough draft for my book, and I knew I had to practice my handwriting. Mrs. Cox thought it would be more authentic and interesting if our books were hand-drawn and hand-written, so I had to make sure that my writing was impeccable (and, preferably, better than every other kid’s who was doing this). I didn’t spend too much time on my art during the rough draft process; I knew I wasn’t an artist, and I wasn’t planning on frustrating myself for hours on end because I couldn’t get the hand or the foot “just

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I continued to think. I drew in between moments of deep thinking. Getting my mind halfway off the subject and halfway onto another would sometimes helps me think. At first circles were the only thing that decorated the page, but they slowly turned into characters I had created or ones that others had created. None of the ideas I got seemed to help me in any way.

Annie read her first nonfiction book, The Natural Way to Draw by Kimon Nicolaides, when she borrowed the drawing book from her friend’s father. She was fascinated by it, stating, “I was amazed that there were books about things that one actually did,” and took up drawing almost every day. Throughout August and the fall season the, “book ran my life,” Annie explains, making a tremendous effort to try to follow its rigorous daily drawing routines. While her father was away on his trip, Annie converted the family’s attic bedroom into a studio and moved in. Annie describes that at eight o’clock every summer or weekend morning she would tape, “that day’s drawing schedule to a wall,” and since she did not have a model, she would draw her baseball

Crayons and colored pencils scattered the area like mosquitos on a damp night. The other first graders carelessly wailed and fidgeted around as we worked on our assignment. Tasked with creating a Mother’s Day card containing a drawing of our mom on the front, I faced my close friend Maya who worked across from me. Maya’s black air and coconut skin body

If I had to do this again, I would probably change everything. I struggle to find my own work good to start with, as I don’t have any natural talent. However, I especially would re do the face of the drawing as it is at the wrong angle compared to the rest of the drawing, throwing everything off.

It took me a long while how to draw this way. I started in the month of February, and the year 2016. It was hard for me at first. I learned from one of my fiends. She is a great drawer, I would love to be able to draw like her. Then, I didn’t know how to draw them, so I made the mistake of copying other drawing off of the internet. However, then she told me, “You will have to find your own style, you can't copy others” And from there on I drew more and more. I looked at other people's styles just to get an idea of what I can create. Soon enough I said to myself, “I like this style, this one, and that one” So I created a mix of that, with my own finishing touches. I changed it over the months, but now I am able to draw better than I ever could!

In most of my drawings, there isn’t much rendering, or detail — I try to keep it simple, so that it doesn’t have any more impact than the words. In a way, the drawings function similarly to the words: the simple lines make them almost another letter, another form.

Response: I want people to notice how the characters are written. I don’t really use regular pencils but I did because in the future I might not have these awesome amazing mechanical pencils. It turned out pretty decent and I want to improve my characters even more.