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.

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

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,

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

While working as a designer, I developed own illustration style using pens and watercolours. Since these two materials are readily accessible and easy to learn, I believe this method would be useful and enough for the public to express their ideas and bring a sense of pride and accomplishment. Throughout my years of teaching high school students at the Smile Art Institute of South Korea, I successfully aided students in honing their artistic abilities through the use of various mediums including pastels and watercolours – students were taught to create 2D and 3D artworks with precision description. I would like to share these experiences with others, who may think art as “difficult”, or requiring “natural talent”, and become a positive influence in approaching artistic

Since the time I was a wee little toddler, I could think of nothing more enjoyable then picking up a pen and fresh piece of paper and just letting my thoughts ease onto paper. I would sit for hours on end in my room, meticulating over my work and perfecting my then drawing skills. I like many children, was predominantly inspired by the people around me. I always had a knack for observing the likeness of a persons being and then putting my own spontaneous twist on it.

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 sat there for the first 30 minutes of class,i was half asleep and wanted to go home.when class ended,and my boredom ended,I picked up my paper and was just about to throw it away,not thinking too much of the doodles when my teacher had stopped me.She had seen my drawing and admired it,as she hadn't seen a student in her class draw so neatly and only be in third grade (or at least that what she said to me which i didn't really believe since she had said it to a different student before). She looks over my drawing and said i should join the art program,despite my drawing being of a T-rex,it had realistic traits,which surprised me a bit now that i think of it. I didn't Bother to join the art program and that day when my mom went to pick me up from school,I showed her the drawing. She was flabbergasted to see it and assumed that i had used a base for it,or traced it.I told her it was my own drawing,but she didn't believe me,though she did say “sure miguel, ok”.I just ignored her disbelief and continued to walk throughout my house,showing my dad,sisters,and my aunts who were visiting that week.The adults all thought i had copied it and ignored them all,but the smaller kids such as my sister liked it,so i went into my room and started drawing again.I tried to redraw the T-rex but i became frustrated when I couldn't draw it...either the head was to big or the arms were too long.I decided not to