Personal Narrative: Changing The Art World

My mind can never be quieted. I am constantly thinking of moments or ideas or fantasies. What is all this dreaming worth if I cannot share it with the world? That is why I have gone on a quest to find an outlet for my thoughts. It has not been a process that has been traversed with ease, but through this journey, I have found many pastimes that have helped form my thoughts and beliefs.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

On my twenty-forth birthday, the seventh of May, my mother, the eminent, Whitney West Scooter, almost had a major myocardial infarction. After, I told her that her aspiring Michelangelo had withdrawn, that very day, from her alma mater the illustrious J. C. West Academy of Fine Arts. The only reason I attend the Academy, in the first place was to appease my mother, who believed every artist should hold an art degree. I spend the entire day with my mother and throughout breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I tried to penetrate her armor of resistance so she might understand my reason for leaving the Academy at the conclusion of my junior year. As I spoke, her facial expression took on the characteristics of a rabid dog about to pounce. And I swear

The day had finally came, it was July 21st, 2020. I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever! I was beyond excited that of all artists, I was chosen to escort the Interplanetary Ambassador around our world and culture. Once I greeted him at the New York Space Port, I decided to take him to our very own Metropolitan Museum of Art located here in NYC. The ride from the space port to the Museum was a little over two hours and felt like forever. On the way there the Ambassador asked many questions about our clothes, food, money, and many of our everyday things that are around us. Then, out of nowhere he asked me a question that changed my life as an artist completely. He said, “In my planet we have clothes and money and everything that you humans have, but we do not have art. Can you please explain to me what this art thing is?”

How do I expect my education at The Art Institute to help me attain my goals? My education at The Art Institute can help me attain my goals of entering the music industry and impacting society through production. As a musician I feel a high love for music. Music without a certification will not pervade me as an education with certification would.

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

For as long as I can remember I have always had the drive and passion to create works of art in many ways, shapes and forms. My creativity and integrity that I share with art is on many levels ranging from 3D work, video game design, physical pieces of artwork as well as digital. I believe that there are very few schools that would not only help challenge my abilities but be able to utilize them in many ways I would've never imagined.

Sophomore year of High School we took a trip to New York to visit The Metropolitan Art Museum we spent the full day immersing ourselves in the artwork. It was the trip that would inspire me to become an artist. We arrived to this momentous building with lots of stairs I was eager to be off the bus and see what the museum held for us. We were greeted by our guide and we began our tour which would only be part of this magnificent day. It must have been one of the first things we came across and the most memorable piece not only the artwork that was in front of me but the feeling I felt that day. It was “The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer” a bronze cast by Edgar Degas it was mixed media of sorts she was wearing a cotton skirt with a satin hair ribbon

After doing my Exploration of Aesthetics Paper last week, I decide to take it a step further. In my exploring the night sounds, it was hard to focus because of the loud sounds of the cicadas. I really didn’t know much about the insects except they come every 17 years and are really loud and everyone I know didn’t like them, so I didn’t because I don’t like bugs. However, a friend of mine posted a video and I watched it on cicadas. It changed my whole view on how I look at the insects at this point. They are beautiful creature and tell a story just like humans. We all have purpose in life and so does the cicadas. They live underground for 17 years. On a warm night they emerge and surface the land. They connect with each other, just like little children wanting to play with their friends after not seeing them for a long time. Then they transform to begin their final life on earth. The process is like giving birth as a human or letting out the lost soul and finding god for the first time. They become adults and search for their mates when shell hardens. Synchronized choir, we all call noise, is their mating call. They are finding love for the first time. They come in all colors, it’s sad watching the video

Me too, Hugh, me too! And yet, here it is again, rearing it's ugly head as I started thinking about upcoming auditions. However, I just realized that perhaps it is that resistance which Steven Pressfield talks about in his book, The War of Art. Yes! That must be it. I was riding the tailwind of that creative flow just yesterday while working on Puck, and now I'm feeling the resistance that always accompanies the pursuit of any artistic endeavor, according to Mr. Pressfield. Whew! I feel so much better.

I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.

The Art Center Stage is a magnificent place. Its’ velvet curtains are soft to touch. The stage lights are hot on your face but back stage it is freezing cold for it had once been a garage. The sound director is always blasting the music and trying to blow our ear drums out. The popcorn our director gets from the snack bar is so rich with butter and salt. Before every show we can hear the little kid pre show performance. It is also up to my group to help keep the younger kids quiet. The dressing rooms are so crazy with people putting on costumes and makeup it gets a little annoying. I spend most of my time rehearsing lines in my seat waiting for the show to start. When one of your friends gets off stage and smiles at you when you go on is such

Coming to the Interlochen Arts Academy I knew that I would be surrounded by a very talented and diverse community of unusual artists. It never occurred to me though that a large percentage of the school’s population would be from international countries. When I was in public school, there were only a handful of people that I knew from foreign origin, but they had already assimilated to American culture and were well aware of are virtues and manners. As I arrived on my new campus the first person that I met was a young man named Bassett. Bassett was from Afghanistan, so naturally I was excited to see some diversity in my new community. As the weeks went on Bassett and I became really good friends, until I started to notice some odd things about

In my free time I enjoy painting and photoshopping and graphic design. Most of my art is painting and digital art of all different art styles. Many of my paintings incorporate silhouettes and bright colors, to create an aspect of contrast. One my favorite works is a picture of an eye surrounded in snow. They eyelashes of the eye are made of icicles and tree branches. In the background there's a white dove caring a key. The dove is highly translucent and a viewer may have to look closer to see it.

The Evanston gallery was crowded with bustling teenagers and their parents, all proud of their children for their photography being selected to be featured in the gallery. Here I was, standing under my photo explaining it to those who were curious. It was a plant in black and white with just the top tip of leaves being hit by the sun, the rest blanketed in darkness. I saw it to symbolize growth and on a personal level, how I’ve grown more comfortable in both my skin and my decisions in the life I lead.