Personal Narrative : ' Palate Dreams '

The more I observe, the more I understand who I am. I come from a small town in a very cold part of the world, where very few exciting events occur. This means, I have to work extra hard to become an artist. I remember having my neighbor say, “You aren’t an artist until I buy a painting from you,” and she did. I never wanted the money, but I did enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that what I create makes others happy. So many people in town encourage me and support me with my dreams, and all I do in return is help them back in return. When people need a little sunshine on gray, winter days, I am there to lend them my happiness. That is why I am able to succeed. When failure strikes his wrath upon me, I learn from the mistakes rather be held back –being optimistic allows me to grow much quicker than if I were to be

And most of people do not know how to figure out that power. I am lucky that I have my aunt who help me with exploring my potential. During my childhood, my parents were hard-working in a different city that may took them four hours to drive in order to see me. So I used to stay with my aunt for at least 2 years. One day, she brought a great set of cryons. That is my first time to embrace the art, an attractive area. From then, I began a special traveling of my first hobby. With my unexpected imagination and crazy curiosity, I became a outstanding little artist in my class. It is an amazing start so that my aunt called my parents and they decided to send me into two art class in different expression style. One class is Chinese stylistic realitistic painting. By the constrast, the other one is western sketching. As a result, I gave Chinese painting style a strong preference. Though having no marvellous talents in that, I am acknowledging how to dig potential out in certain extent by my cherish parents and

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,

Since I was a little girl art has been a part of my life, whether it has been painting my favorite celebrity, knitting a blanket, or drawing Time Square. I’ve always found joy when creating something others will admire. With my love of art came a decision every teenager has to make,“ what will you do for the rest of your life”. With lots of questioning and deliberation, I made the conclusion to further my passion into a career by going to art school in Chicago.

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 was just sitting there, in a dark room, not knowing what to do. Consequently, I frequently felt like a failure. Made me petrified, frightened, terrified that I was not approaching to be able to escape, and that I’d just be a homeless man. Because I believed that I could never find happiness, nor ever have found passion in anything. This consequently made me begin to envision that I was going to become a failure. I have always had the belief that art and graphic design were the attributes that I was passionate about, only to turn out that it was not as effortless as I once thought. Me being an ignorant person, I did not take into consideration that it is an extremely competitive field to be in. I just didn’t have the knowledge about what to do at this point. However, little did I realize, the fad that I had the utmost passion for were right in my ears: music.

We continued through the museum by this time we broke off into small groups of our peers and I walked those halls filled with all that great artwork snapping all the photos I could and taking in every piece. It is a beautiful experience to be surrounded by such artwork, brilliance, and mastery of craft. I felt like I travelled through time and countries with each piece was a different feeling but none would compare to the ballerina. Before this I saw artwork and didn’t understand it’s depth and nor did I want to but after I realized the talent, effort, and story behind some of the pieces I realized art is the most intimate storytelling and expression. After this trip I was determined to find my place in artwork and after a few failed attempts with many forms of media I found Graphic Design. It was one of the most challenging but rewarding things I’d ever done in my life. Many times I found myself frustrated with the programs and the even sometimes the outcome but I just worked harder and harder and in the end when I finally did get the results I wanted it was the most accomplished I’d ever

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

“The artist is the compass which, through the raging of the storm, points steadily to the north，” said by Romain Rolland. If people could give an accurate concept of art , then it was better to say that art gave the artist a firm goal and motivation. At a young age, I did not have a deep understanding of art. In my memory, drawing a few pictures of comic and having art classes in my elementary school in China that was the closest way to learn art. Although I liked painting, I did not choose it as my major in my high school and university without the support of my family. However, fortunately I had a good chance to live and study in New York with my family in the winter of 2014. If I could not learn painting that was a kind of regret in the first two decades of my life, then I might have the opportunity to make up for this regret in after years. I was very grateful to the art to bring my enthusiasm, so I could firmly choose the art design as a new professional in QCC and have more opportunities to learn about art.

For as long as I can remember, I have felt a strong desire to express myself creatively. As a naturally observant and imaginative person, I never doubted that I would find my passion in life through art. Filled with a need to share my perspective of the surrounding world, I tried out many different art forms in search of one that truly connected with me. I probably should have realized early on that photography would be in my future, after all, my father was a professional photographer and Art Center graduate. I vividly remember as a young child spending countless days hanging out in his studio after school, watching him set up his shots and chatting with clients.

To create worlds, weave stories and bring to life the characters that had filled my imagination since my childhood. Even after taking a pause in my education I kept drawing in my spare time. At first it was just to help me pass free time but as my comics grew more in depth I realized just how much of my life was impacted by my passion for drawing and design. I started studying and learning new techniques trying to enhance my personal skills but I could never satisfy my inner desire. Finally, one day I put the pen of my wacom tablet down after working on a page of a comic I had written and just looked at it. For the first time in my life, I genuinely enlightened by my work. It was in that moment that I knew it was good but “good” wasn’t enough. I wanted my passions to bring my work to the quality that I had set as my standard, but I wasn’t sure what would make those standards happen. Soon after this experience my father came home one day talking about how he met a student of a

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.

I could get lost in a painting or drawing, and forget about the world. When given time to express my creativity, I could focus better on my academic classes. I knew that art would be the key to my success in life. I didn’t see any other options, art was it, it would be my

Have you ever wondered what it was like to be an artist? To live your life creating artwork

Immediately after we arrived, I constantly pestered my mother about getting me into the acting industry; eventually she obliged. She put me in a local production of You're A Good Man Charlie Brown. I was primarily focused on having fun, so I forgot one line at the beginning of each performance. It wasn’t a drastic mistake, but it gave me the ambition to work harder in the future. Years later, in my photography class I had to submit a piece to the High School Congressional Art Competition. Initially, I did not believe my piece was strong enough, but my photography teacher urged me to submit it and I placed second in the competition. My photo sat in the Capital building in Washington, D.C. for a year. My creativity and ambition are the two main components that make up who I am. Even though my goal is to become a doctor, I will figure out how to approach it in a creative and fun