Personal Narrative: What I Learn

As a young child, I often transformed my grandma's dwelling into my own personal canvas. Fueled by morning cartoons, I would concoct detailed illustrations of the oddities in my imagination and intricate pictures of my family and surrounding. It was evident I had been blessed. I was never discouraged from my routine doodling either, just encouraged to channel that creativity on to anything but our walls. When I started public schooling some years later I was introduced to the scope of what art really was. Painting, drawing, photography-It was a world unknown to me then. The way we experimented with every medium early on was perfect for my inquisitive nature. For years I invested in what I now consider to be my craft, with the guidance of numerous

    The way that a brush or pencil dances on a canvas or a sheet of paper just spreading its array of colors, in anyway of line, shape, and form of movement just to achieve the concept through different types of mediums; is a beautiful/miraculous sight, seeing the colors and patterns interlock forming this abstract or concrete image is just stunning. I remember that brief moment where I wasn’t creating art pieces due to a lack of motivation yet all of that had changed when I moved schools; I had an awful art teacher when I was in my old school (Mercedes High School), he had his favorites and when things didn’t come out they he wanted it you were sure to fail that class. My art pieces weren’t the greatest he was so negative about my techniques and the finished pieces, he never encouraged me or any other student. I had hated art from that point on, yet when I moved schools I was still the same somewhat but this art teacher changed me and made me become better a better artist, I began to love it all over again. He showed me many new mediums, different types of paper/canvases, different brushes and he’s taught me I shouldn’t just please the viewer, if i’m happy with the outcome of the piece that’s all that matters; if I needed real criticism about my piece I should go to him, he’ll critique my work and then he’ll tell me how to improve it or fix a

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 figured I could draw a pikachu. It wasn’t hard to draw, and the lines were “straight”forward! So I drew, and what came to amaze me was that drawing just slowly formed on the paper. Because I felt as though the drawing was rather plain, I added trees in the background, then I added sticks and grass on the ground because the ground look bare, and before I knew it, I had drawn a hole scene, with not just Pikachu, bust multiple other Pokemon! It was that day that I had learned that art wasn’t what you are supposed to draw. Art is what you want to draw. My whole life I have held onto the lesson I learned that day. Thanks to it, and the passion for art that I gained I have gained over the last decade, I’m a passionate artist - and I pretty good one at

One of the earliest memories I have is drawing the Powerpuff girls on a sheet of printing paper on my dining room table when I was three years old. Ever since I was five years old, I have been taking art classes; I remember winning first place for a cow I drew in oil pastel the same year. My family and my teacher would always compliment my works, and as I continued to win various art competitions, I began to feel more and more confident about my art.

Years past, seasons changed, and with every passing day I drew more and more. Now here I sit, at age eighteen many things have changed, but one with remains the same, my passion for my art. It was the start of a bright future. It ignited the flame that will burn for an eternity.

I entered Art Education major to study after I graduated from the high school. I did not know that I have the full power about drawing. I surprised also that I got the skill and I have the ability to draw after two weeks. I learned how to use the

I’ve developed lots of habits during my school years at Elko Middle School, good and bad habits. One of the many good habits I developed during my school years is creativity. I’ve attained a love for art, drawing in particular, ever since I was in the 5th grade. Although my love for art didn’t really blossomed until 7th grade, where I took art class for the 2nd semester of the school year. That was due to the fact that my 5th grade “art” were all stick figure drawings. I wasn’t very contented with my own works of art back then, but my 7th grade social studies teacher, Mr. Clark, admired them! I would draw him comedy-action skits after finishing every “quiz-of-the-day”.

Going far as back as I can remember I have always been fascinated with grabbing a pencil or anything I can get a hold of and start to doodle anywhere which got me into trouble at first, but as time passed my mom would buy me notebooks and lots of them to doodle the hours away on. I can remember spending all day just drawing and painting no matter what it was it would go on a paper if it went from drawing me and my mom in a big house, to just drawing houses and buildings, it would all amuse me. My mom was always there to help me with supplies since I would go through notebooks really fast, and for a single mom with a low income job, she

When I was in junior high and even well into my early high school years, I couldn’t draw to save my life. My people were glorified stick figures with glorified clothing shapes that, if you squinted really hard and tilted your head just the right way, somewhat resembled the thing I was trying to draw. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school that I had a free elective that allowed me to take an art class I’d always wanted to take. That class taught me that I really did have it in me to create the images I had trapped in my head. I merely had to have the patience to take my time and practice the skills my teacher taught us which made the process so much easier. I wonder how much more advanced my skills would

As I got older I studied art because I found that art was a good way to express myself when, as I was unable to socially express myself in other ways. It doesn’t happen overnight of course, I was determined to get better. I always had fun drawing and painting even when they didn’t look very good, I enjoyed it so much that I forgot about skill. I was self taught for a while but I knew if I really wanted to learn more about art I would have to

Throughout my elementary school years, I began to cultivate a few of my many lifelong passions. One of these was art. At that age, if you gave me a pencil and some paper, I would be lost in the creative whirlpool, thinking of the different objects and ideas that I could bring to life in my sketchbook. As I grew older, I played around with different artistic media, my favorite of which became oil on canvas. Aside from having a creative and therapeutic outlet, what drew me towards art was my desire to seek challenges. Whether it was experimenting with a novel stencil technique or attempting to paint an incredibly detailed landscape, I consistently wanted to put my skills to the test. This craving for challenge wound up

I will admit, drawing is hard when you first attempt it, but drawing is made up of building blocks. You start out with a pencil sketch, and start adding new edits and textures to make it more and more vivid and detailed. I don’t usually color drawings because they look better to me in mono, but that gives me a chance to make the tiny details in the drawing a lot bigger. Drawing may come as a gifted skill to some people where they can draw perfectly when a pencil is given to them, but I find it hard to believe that without practice, a magnificent piece of art can be

I confidentially understand countless artists who started their existence of fine art main by drawing. This is how I began. As a youngster I loved illustrating landscapes. My relations was poor at the period, so might not afford to wage for main fine art training. I from time to time marvel how distant I should be nowadays in my fine art occupation if things had been disparate, but endeavor not to reside on such things. I am thankful that I am an artist nowadays, and understand I have come a long method as my fine art school years

When I was a small child, I was extremely shy. I had to be coaxed to raise my voice in the presence of others. The only time I felt confident was when I was by myself with a handful of crayons in my hand, bent over a piece of paper. While all children love to create art, for me art was more than a way to pass the time. It was a form of self-expression. When I was happy, I could fill the piece of paper with bright oranges and brilliant reds. When I was sad, I preferred solemn blues and purples. When I wanted to show someone I liked them, I drew them a picture. When something was troubling me, I would sort out my feelings in the world of images and colors.