Personal Narrative: Drawing The Powerpuff Girls

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.

Due to the support of my eccentric but talented art teacher, I slowly expressed my emotions, feelings, or thoughts into physical pieces. My favorite art piece is a mediocre painting I made in 10th grade: a body, one half is Kim Jong-Un and the other half is an impoverished child. Poorly made, it still epitomizes my belief in art’s ability to capture political thought and passionate emotions to move others. It felt amazing to go with one’s inspiration and create something just for the sake of creation. I have taken art since 7th grade, and for my AP Art Exam this year, my concentration portfolio consists of figure paintings of my friends who were willing to pose oddly for me. Simultaneously drawing odd and interesting body figure with my friends’ cooperation makes the process even more fun. I enjoy the relaxing process of creating something by myself. Wanting to see how well I could do, I have submitted four pieces to a regional art competition and have earned high scores. Unfortunately, I never qualified for state and there is still much room for improvement in the future. And because of my love for art, I am the vice president for Art Club and the volunteer coordinator for National Art Honor Society- both organizations that allow me to become friends with others that are just like me. I am also involved in many of the organizations offered at our school, such as National Spanish Honor Society and National Honor Society, that have allowed me to give back to the community that I have come to love. Ultimately, I know that the memories I have made in these groups has shaped me into a person who will continue to work hard 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

I’m sitting at my computer, ignoring pages of economics homework and mugs of cold tea now strewn about my desk, as I search for a direction to go with my life. Such was was my predicament several months ago. It’s undeniable that I’m an artist, hard and true, for a pencil found its way into my hand as a child, and no desire of mine nor of the universe ever tempted it to pry away. Throughout my earliest years and memories, I maneuvered with graphite, paint, and crayon every adventure that I ever dreamt of pursuing. Oh, I was a resilient child, as well, who refused to take part in any art class at school or as an extracurricular for an abundance of years, as I was invariably convinced that I could learn all I wished on my own accord! Consequently,

I graduated from Hilliard Darby High School this past spring. My love for art began very young with my father who always made sure to encourage my creativity. I remember making coil pots with him during the summer and then painting them. In the ninth grade I took painting which I immediately became attached too. For the past four years I have continued to expand my abilities and strengthen skills with the help of my teacher Mrs. Kulick-Brown. From there I have completed several commissioned pieces for teachers and their families. Painting has taught me a lot about color and composition. During high school I also was involved in ceramics where I competed in the annual ‘Feats of Clay” competition. I love the focus and serenity I experience

When I first started drawing, people knew that I would be an amazing artist one day. But, on the inside I was a 16 year old who had a dark past. I was bullied and abused and I was broken and the only way to escape it was through drawing. On the outside I’m a very bubbly person,but on the inside I’m a scared girl who needed help.

Every day, children are greeted at my door with a joyful, “Hello my most amazing artists!” However, after opening a new school, I noticed these students did not see themselves as artists!

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

Art school showed me several things I did not know about myself. Like how visual arts is ingrained in every bone in my body, and that I yearn for a concoction of academics with visual arts. Here, academics were enjoyable, while on the contrary, what felt extremely demanding was the art aspect. Art school reminded me about minor failures that would transform into drastic dramatic catastrophes. As a result, it also reminded me about my friends, all of which thought I was too meticulous. They were right, often I would make an immense deal about a minor failure then completely attempt to make it flawless the second time. Thus, high school made me realize how detail-oriented I was and how my perfectionism often required the best of me. Even in the most

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.

With the utilization of visual and performing arts, students can begin to enhance their personal growth. By producing original works, enjoying the time spent on the piece of art, and having a sense of pride in one’s accomplishments, an art student will experience an increase in self-esteem and confidence (Importance). A child who receives praise for their art work from parents and teachers will most likely be more positive in their artistic abilities. For example, when a child brings a painting home to his parents and his parents react with smiles, cheers and display the picture on the refrigerator, the student will in turn feel very proud of his accomplishments. This newly found self-esteem and confidence often expands into other subjects at school to the overall benefit of the individual. Participating in art is also a way for students to

My art is a very big part of me. When I was younger I was going through some hard times and the only way I felt comfortable explaining myself was to draw and color. In middle school, I was always so determined to do my best because I longed for people to admire my artwork and see how much of a nice person I was. In my art class my favorite thing to use was a wide spread of colors in charcoal. I worked very hard with the tools that my art teacher Supplied me with. When I was done, my teacher sent it off into a competition with a lot of other schools, including ours. Three weeks later she tells me that I won and that I will be meeting the delegate of our state. When I went there they had a lot of art displayed from other very educated And talented artists.My artwork from

I was sitting in my classroom during art class,about 5 to 6 years ago.I was in third grade and I wasn't the best at doing much.It was freezing outside that day and going outside wasn’t an option so we had to stay inside during recess.I was about 7 or 8 and because of a storm outside, we had to stay in our classes after lunch.Our teacher had felt bad we couldn't go outside,and said we can do one of the following: Play with clay,Color in one of the what had to have been hundreds of coloring books,or drawing on lined paper.I have always chose to color in the coloring books and had completed about 2 to 3 of them with to me was perfect coloring.I had picked up a piece of paper which was located at the front of the room. After i had gotten my paper, i sat back down,grabbing my pencil and bringing the sharp edge to the paper.