My Love Of Art

I will never look at a cubicle office job, a burger-flipping joint, or a salesman’s job and say, “that’s where I want to be in a few years.”. In my lifetime, I have never had an interest in an office job, quite unironically, I’ve always looked to the arts as a potential job source. I love colors, lines, shapes; I find beauty in it all. Art is all around us in this world, and I plan to contribute by becoming an animator. That is my dream job because it’s the ultimate way for me to utilize my creativity. I’ve jumped from multiple dream jobs to the next, at first I considered being a professional “fine arts” artist, working with pencil and any other medium to create classical pieces of work. As times progressed, I’ve slowly realized that the

In fact, art has always been an inseparable part of my life. My journey with art started when I was still in Iran and my mother enlisted me in my first extracurricular art class. After moving to Beijing, the capital of China, I became fascinated with Chinese painting that is very different from western paintings in both mediums and techniques. Thus, I signed up for one-to-one classes for Chinese Gongbi and Shui-mo painting. When my journey brought me to the United States, I took advantage of the flexible high school curriculum that I previously did not have and enrolled in a variety of Art classes. I was able to make my own short animation, explore different mediums such as watercolor, acrylic, and clay, learn to develop in the dark room what I photographed with my film camera, and create works of art such as sculptures and paintings, all of which have been displayed at my schools galleries. After my virtual tour of Jewett Arts Center, I fancied of walking down the halls and be inspired by the great variety of artworks. The art center resonates the promise that I can further explore my artistic abilities and perhaps step out of my comfort zone and lead a new adventure with oil

Since I was a little girl art has been a part of my life, whether it has been painting my favorite celebrity, knitting a blanket, or drawing Time Square. I’ve always found joy when creating something others will admire. With my love of art came a decision every teenager has to make,“ what will you do for the rest of your life”. With lots of questioning and deliberation, I made the conclusion to further my passion into a career by going to art school in Chicago.

Once in high school, I put my all into my art. I started exploring different styles and types of art, like design. I applied my skills everywhere: from designing the yearbook for eight years straight to photographing for the Admissions team. I toyed with mediums like acrylic and watercolor as I deviated from the paper I used to use. As time passed, art became who I am: it was what I used to think and feel about the world and I’m compelled to create for

For as long as I can remember, I have felt a strong desire to express myself creatively. As a naturally observant and imaginative person, I never doubted that I would find my passion in life through art. Filled with a need to share my perspective of the surrounding world, I tried out many different art forms in search of one that truly connected with me. I probably should have realized early on that photography would be in my future, after all, my father was a professional photographer and Art Center graduate. I vividly remember as a young child spending countless days hanging out in his studio after school, watching him set up his shots and chatting with clients.

It has been my grandmother who always understood that art was a safe place and an outlet for my self-expression. She’s also an artist, which has allowed us to bond and communicate in a way that no one else can fully understand. Her parting advice was always to “reach beyond the art.” Those four simple words have inspired my artistry from creating crazy-glue pasta in pre-school to combining acrylic, oil, and ink as my renderings became more sophisticated.

At the age of five, after the death of my father I was closed in a bubble of depression. My only escape was creating false scenarios of my father and I. It wasn’t until seventh grade that I picked up a paintbrush and for the first time I got lost in the paint. I felt the sense of peace and calmness, for once I didn't felt lonely from the lost of my father. The start of my drawings and paintings mostly consisted in basic geometric shapes and doodle images. Through the process of learning I became frustrated and lost the interest. Attending Lone Star to pursue a degree in Graphic Design I knew I had to take art classes. It was an exciting yet scary feeling because it had been four years that stopped drawing. I was able to reevaluate the reason

I always knew I wanted to be artist ever since I was that little girl with an overactive imagination. If my Grandma only knew, that one Disney princess drawing book would influence me so much. I still remember feeling those crisps papers and staring at those colorful drawings for hours.The detailed directions of creating these beautiful princess open something inside of me. My Grandma buying that drawing book that day, inspired me to draw. The coloring book wasn’t enough to satisfy this urge of creativity. Soon the world become my model as began to realize the tiny details that were hidden that other kids seem unable to draw. All I wanted to do after that simple magical moment was draw for a career and do something with this talent. That's

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.

My role model, forgiving parents, and supportive twin sisters have underpinned my evolution into the artist I am today. I have, however, proudly grown out of my vandal tendencies and have developed into one who creates with art and chooses her canvases more

I was introduced to the world of art by my elementary art teacher. During my fifth grade art class, my art teacher pointed out my talent and offered me to take Windows Art prep class. Windows Art prep class prepared students with the portfolios for middle school Windows Art. After I got accepted to take Windows Art, I had to decide between two middle schools. I decided that I want to try out and during two years in Windows Art class I developed an interest in art.

“I love it!” my mother exclaimed. My mom would usually say that she would “love” my artwork. However this time it was different, she knew what it was. She really did, pure happiness filled me. The time I spent drawing seemed to have paid off; in my heart, I knew this is something I will do for the rest of my life.

I have always been referred to as the “artistic kid” growing up. I would draw a lot, create amazing sculptures out of Lego’s, and was naturally inclined with technology and software. I became more interested in trying different mediums as I grew older and more aware of what is available. I’ve worked with oil paint, acrylics, charcoal, pencil, spray paint, and digital work in Adobe. I have been fortunate that my guardians have tried to support the artist in me throughout the years.

Throughout my school career, I always excelled in Art. In kindergarten, I received a medal for being the best artist. In second grade, I made a self-portrait that was put into a showcase. Since then I have taken Art from sophomore year to senior year. In those three years, I experimented with Ceramics, Graphic Art and Design, and the basic Art 1. Out of these classes, I managed to excel in Graphic Art and regular Art 1. For instance, in both art classes I had to create a portrait, a typography portrait for Graphic Design and a traditional portrait for Art 1. Although, I have excelled in these classes it was not perfect after the first try. I was successful in the subject of the Arts because I paid attention to detail and cared about the outcome.

As a young child, I have always been different but creative. My vigorous thirst of art making fostered by attending the Langley Fine Arts School and all-women’s college Moore College of Art and Design. This might sound atypical to any other story of a young artist, but I am going to explain why my story is unique.