My Philosophy Of Art

Art is something I couldn’t live without. I was never involved in anything. I never played sports and I was never active in clubs, so when I came to the realization of being interested in art, it was so exciting. I knew I would never be good at anything like sports, opposite my brothers. Both of my brothers had played football and basketball from their days in elementary school to high school. It just wasn’t the “thing” for me. Recently, I went to Art Club just to check it out and see what it was like. Consequently, I fell in love. Now, I can’t imagine my life without art. Since joining this club, I have become more creative, made more friends, and spread my horizons. Art has showed me what type of person I am and has made me grow as an artist and person.

Art education is different for each individual. Some individuals have a formal art education that includes weekly, sometimes daily, lessons, while some students receive one week of the year dedicated to art and taught by their homeroom teacher after state testing. I was a teacher’s kid that knew how to craft and get all of the paint supplies out of the class. However, I was never taught the importance of holding my brush a certain way or the difference between foreground and background. Once I made it to high school, I was required to take an art history class and once again in college. My eyes were open to how art has changed over the years, but it’s impact on our nation’s history. Another form of art that I have been exposed to is dance. I began dance when I was eighteen months old and continued for twenty years. I am trained in multiple styles including jazz, tap, lyrical, clogging, and ballet. Through dance, I have gain a greater appreciation for the practice and spend time watching So You Think You Can Dance to learn the different types of dance from around the world. Art has the ability to make a significant impact on each life differently and diversely. Dr. Pamela Stephens (2007) encourages teachers to look beyond the curricular benefits of teaching art, and notice the way art can connect individuals with a unique way of expressing their personal growth.

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

Throughout history, art has changed and transformed dramatically as empires have fallen and new civilizations have formed. There have been many different forms of art and extremely different tastes of art based on which civilization you decide to focus on. According to this opinion, out of all the different types of art, “the highest form of art is realism.” The writer then claims how many civilizations have undergone intellectual and creative declines when creating unrealistic art. This, of course, is simply an opinion, but the the thoughts and ideas of this writers bring up many intriguing questions about art and how society perceives art.

One day I was walking down a street filled with all kinds of different pictures and paintings. I saw an ad for artist of North Vancouver , you had to submit a drawing, sketch or painting and if you won you would be named artist of the town! I always had the vision of me being an artist one day and having my work be in the streets . Having hundreds of people walk by and talk about how amazing my work is. i loved art since i was little i never went to any classes or school for it, it had just been a hobby of mine but I decided to enrol in an art class to get started on my path to becoming an artist. The deadline for the submission was on October 10th.. thats in 3 days!!! i have to become the perfect artist in 3 days to win! When i get to class on my first day i see a room full of students with high hopes of getting some knowledge and experience to become an artist. I don 't just want knowledge and expereince though i want to be an inspiring artist people talk about for a long time! i sit down put my sketch book and colors down and wait for the teacher to give me the steps to being the perfect artist.

I am grateful to have learned what it means to be an artist from my educators and my peers around me. When you’re a kid they put you in art class and teach you to paint or draw with as many colors you want and paint whatever your imagination shows you. Your art gets hung on your refrigerator and your parents tell you they’re proud of you, no matter how sloppy your art is. As one gets older you can lose touch of your artistic side. Being a true citizen is seeing a reality of ugly. Thankfully, I’ve learned to see the world as an artist. I don’t dismiss the ugly, I just try to paint it beautiful. I had a middle school choir teacher who means so much to me all these years and especially now as I apply for colleges. He has always taught me to believe in myself and that my dreams can always find a way to come true. He taught me to be bold and be creative.

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

I am an educated artist with 300 works of art, been in a number of shows and sold pieces. The most famous and respected artists receive great flack while they were alive. People attack, controversy ensues and discussions are opened. Their art is insulted, and they are insulted. As well great art inspires. There was/is an instagram account photo shopping my head onto politicians, (Trump, HillaryClinton, Justin Trudeau) or cultural icons, (Darth Vader,ET, Big Nickel etc.) I was very flattered my art got such a reaction. There is also a meme, where people are using their own creativity, to make something funny and have a good laugh.

I’ve always known that I wanted to pursue art education. Ever since I was a little girl, seven years old to be specific, I have wanted to be an art teacher. I remember vividly sitting in my second grade art class talking to my teacher and realizing that everyone has different skills and abilities, and that perhaps art was going to be mine. It was there in Country View Elementary School that I became fascinated with colors and the idea that an artist can start with nothing and create a masterpiece. Soon after that I came to the conclusion that I needed to do art every single day of my life. This realization that I loved creating art continued, and when I was in middle school and beginning of high school I spent several summers at a summer art camp. The camp

I stood in a gymnasium with over 700 other art pieces on display. I can still feel my stomach drop in amazement when seeing my drawing hung up in a glass case with a huge best ­in ­show ribbon dangling from the side. It was the annual conference art competition, and my third year of participating. Additionally, it was an extremely proud moment for me knowing my hours of work and long nights without sleep had payed off. Taking first out of the whole competition marked a gratifying moment in my life. Reflecting over the past few years, I understood why making art is such a big part of me.

But my parents were delighted. They took pictures at the State Fair, hung my picture at home, and encouraged me to continue. “You have talent. Winning shows it, and winning will make you happy. Continue drawing.” And I did. I continued to draw and paint and win awards. I was taught that hard work led to achievement, and that achievement led to happiness. Even if I didn’t win, I had artwork—evidence of my efforts, evidence that could be shown to

I had always been fascinated by art, but it was a distant fascination that lent itself more towards observation than actual creation. The winter before I turned fourteen, my eighth grade art class held a contest to create a design for the school district’s Christmas card. Having been sick for three days, I did not hear of the contest until the day it ended. Finding a forgotten sketch I had done of a Christmas bell, I decided that no harm could come from entering it. To my complete and utter stupefaction, I won. The indescribable feeling of pride, accomplishment, and joy that I felt made me realize how much I loved art, and that I might possibly be good at it. Dedicating myself to my newfound passion, I convinced my parents to enroll

First of all, because my mother was an artist herself, I have always been inspired to draw like her. Some may say art runs through genetics, and I completely agree. However, as I aged, my art improved. For that reason, I won an agenda designing contest in eighth grade. In addition to that, I became nominated by my Elementary school Art Teacher for UD for Kids.

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,

In elementary school, the highlights of my day would be going to art class, or showing off my drawings to all of my classmates who would shower me with compliments. “That’s so good! Can you teach me how to draw?” “Come look at what she drew! How are you so talented?” As expected, these remarks only helped to puff up my ego even more. I continuously brought works I’d done to school, and display my artwork,