My Passion For Art

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

Throughout my early teen years, I was exposed to different mediums of art and discovered that I could express myself through more channels than just paper. Although Barry found comfort in her 11 x 17 newsprint and some paint, I was able to focus my energy on making music and taking photographs. Without my art teachers, I wouldn’t have the expressive outlet I do today. My childhood was not filled with unhappiness as Lynda Barry’s was, but from both backgrounds, we found a warmth from the exposure of art that the educational system gave to us.

Ever since a young age, my creative journey has been continuously evolving. It all started when I began to constantly draw the cartoons that I was watching on television. It was not until I was ten years old where my artistic skills developed and I progressed to drawing realistic people and structures. Through this, I have been able to take simple ideas and make some amazing discoveries. From the various abstract buildings to the complex skyscrapers that I have drawn, I know that my creativity can lead to numerous concepts that are outside of the box. Coming from a family where my artistic desires are accepted, I found myself being able to try out multiple mediums such as painting, sculpting and designing, all through my Grandfather. That being

To adequately explain my immense love of the arts and social sciences, I must first recount my experiences of art and how that experience shaped me to become, and I quote my mother, the “artsy fartsy” person I am today. Like any child, when I was in elementary school, I changed what career path I wanted to pursue frequently. In kindergarten, after watching Bob Ross paint in an afterschool infomercial that a teacher showed (and being so enthralled with it, I nearly cried), I decided I wanted to be an artist. A traveling art merchant who lived in Paris because to me, France was the epicenter of artistic innovation. My mother encouraged me to follow my heart, and I did. I'd won several local art competitions by the time I was ten and life was good. Sadly, by the time I was in third grade, my romanticized view of art had changed drastically. I was disenchanted with the art scene in my town, and I told my mother that I wanted nothing to do with crayons, let alone a full-blown art career. Not surprisingly, I quickly latched on to another hobby, singing. My passion for singing, at the time, was so pure and my talents were limitless. My friends and family told me it was a natural gift, and that I was given a vocal range that rivaled even the best in the business, and I believed them. They fueled my desire to train my voice, to join every local choir I could, and to eventually even travel as far as Los Angeles to showcase my talents. But, I slowly became disenchanted with singing

A few years ago, during the end of the day I had been given an invitation to come to the art show, which had meant my art was accepted. Once I had got home, my family congratulated me saying,” I knew you would get in.” and “ You did such an amazing job.” I had entered art in, but as I seen other kids art, I didn’t expect mine to get in, yet somehow I had still made it. The other children's art was more intricate and showed a higher level of skill, while mine was nothing out of the blue. I was itching for the art show to come. Suspense was slowly killing me from the inside out. The art show was only in a few days, but I wanted it to come much sooner.

Creativity and art have been a significant parts of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was little and we visited my Grandma Carol in the summers, my favorite thing to do with her was make art. She taught me about so many different media, such as: acrylics, oil pastels, and the ink press. Sometimes, I would bring my sketchbook from home and she would help me set up art shows around her house. I would sell my art for a few dollars each, and then use the little bit of money I earned to buy more art supplies. As she introduced me to more artistic styles and mediums in the

As the only child, of my mother, I often faced the problem of not having someone to play with forcing more creativity. I often did various arts and crafts projects, but I found that I enjoyed drawing the most. With each drawing I become completely engrossed partially because it is a self-taught skill that requires focus, but also because I must be patient with myself as I work towards what I envision and learn new techniques. The Art of Drawing is a skill that I can continuously develop and perfect. The patience that my artwork teaches goes beyond the work itself. It demonstrates the importance of accepting my weaknesses and working towards bettering them. I am able to properly release the struggles I encounter and not be consumed because of my artwork. Creating my drawings is more than expression, but also self-discovery because I can be more honest with myself, embracing who I am and what I feel. However, from time to time I do encounter “artist block” and the exhibitions held at the museum of fine arts at Florida State University could provide inspiration much like my environment here at Spelman

It was my freshman year of high school when I took Drawing A; I quickly learned that I had a skill that I had previously ignored and began embracing it. Sophomore year, though, was when I truly started using my art. It was during this year that I received a 4 on my AP-Studio Art portfolio, and won four awards at Scholastic Art and Writing in photography. Art gave me a feeling of accomplishment that I didn’t usually get in the rest of my academics, so I always tried my

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

My parents would always force me to study, so therefore, I would always study hard and try to finish my daily chores as soon as possible so I can find time to squeeze in art. My parents always expected me to receive high grades, so as they wished, I gradually stopped doing art and focused more on studying throughout my school years. However, my passion for art never decreased, but had to be hidden deep inside my heart. I always had to convince myself that art was something I could do as a hobby and there was something more important that I needed to focus on for a brighter future, however, I was

In my life I have failed at many things, but I have always been able to recover. When I was in the sixth grade I had convinced myself that I was the most accomplished artist in my entire school; I thought I could challenge an eighth grader in the school’s bi-annual art competition

Beginning in eighth grade, I developed a strong desire to use art as a means of expressing ideas from my imagination. I attended summer art camps for 5 years during middle and high school, and I drew characters constantly in an attempt to figure out the human form, but it wasn’t until my first high school art class in tenth grade that I really progressed in technical skill.

By this point i had started disliking art. So i decided my senior year i wasnt going to take art, and im still not going to, i dont need to. At the end of the year i decided i was going to learn to draw people using the anime/manga style. I had always thought that if i could just learn to draw people, then i would be overflowing with creativitiy and stuff. My only problem was that i wasnt commited, and for one reason, i didnt see myself with any future in art. I couldnt see myself just drawing for the fun of it anymore, i had no motivation. So, i ended up slowly stopping. About a month before summer vacation ended i came across an animated music video. As i watched i became mesmerised by what this person had created. Their style and the flow of everything. My mind began to wander and i found myself with an urge to create. It took three days (i must have watched the video a dosen times each day) before i couldnt take it anymore, i had to draw. I started studying every line this person had drawn that way i could learn something that made me so inspired. Of course i wanted to create a character of my own. As i drew i began to remember my struggles with drawing

Throughout my life, I picked up multiple hobbies which soon turned into talents of mine. One of those hobbies was centered around art. In elementary school, I was guilty of not paying much attention in many of my classes (except Art and Music class, of course). Many important lectures and classwork assignments were spent doodling in my notebooks. After several years, people began to notice my random doodles as actual pieces of artwork. This surprised me, in fact, that I began checking out drawing book upon drawing book from my school’s library.

Almost all little girls start their primary schooling years wanting to play school and wanting to learn. At home they act like they are teaching their own classroom and leading their group of students in front of them (most likely a stuffed animal), but their imagination, creativity, and eagerness to learn is at the peak when they begin their first day of school. Ever since that day I still want to be an educator and to make a difference in this field for the better. I have always found that the most intriguing thing for me in life is conveying knowledge and skills onto other people and watching in their eyes when the switch finally clicks that they understand what I have been trying to teach them. Knowing that the impact you made for just that short amount of time in that child’s life may never be forgotten.