Personal Narrative: Zero Creativity

My parents would always force me to study, so therefore, I would always study hard and try to finish my daily chores as soon as possible so I can find time to squeeze in art. My parents always expected me to receive high grades, so as they wished, I gradually stopped doing art and focused more on studying throughout my school years. However, my passion for art never decreased, but had to be hidden deep inside my heart. I always had to convince myself that art was something I could do as a hobby and there was something more important that I needed to focus on for a brighter future, however, I was

Once in high school, I put my all into my art. I started exploring different styles and types of art, like design. I applied my skills everywhere: from designing the yearbook for eight years straight to photographing for the Admissions team. I toyed with mediums like acrylic and watercolor as I deviated from the paper I used to use. As time passed, art became who I am: it was what I used to think and feel about the world and I’m compelled to create for

Something Out of Nothing…. I always thought that something was missing in my life, especially in my youth. However, I would never take the time to find out what it was. I guess you could say that I was distracted by outside opinions which I allowed to root inside me. As a child, my self-esteem was basically none existent and I stuttered badly. I can remember being laughed at in class when being called on to read and even seeing the teacher holding back her laughter. The thing that hurt the most was when the teacher told me that I wasn’t going to amount to much when I grow up. Not knowing at that time how to use to those words as fuel to push me to prove her wrong, instead I allowed it to hinder me and to fester in my mind. I was enrolled in remedial classes

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

I was not the best at first. Back in the fourth grade, I constantly drew Tuscan Villas and the Titanic, a symptom of my Aspergers. But like all of my obsessions, I found something better. Now in the first days of my Freshman year, I switched from a Study hall to Art I. My father was an artist in his youth, and he gave me some of his old sets and papers so I could “get ahead of the class.” Some of my first pieces were messy

Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

I’m drawn to design because it is everywhere and has the potential to affect so much of how people feel about a certain space or about an experience. From a young age, I was fortunate to be exposed to art; my parents would constantly take my brother and me to museums and galleries and at home, my grandmother would teach me skills such as crocheting, needlepoint and how to replicate food out of playdough. In both elementary school and middle school I drew and created little things such as bookmarks and stuffed animals, but I was never known as the “art kid”. I loved art and I understood that there was so much potential to create something original and to express an idea, but I just didn't understand how. Early eighth grade I found out about

Beginning in eighth grade, I developed a strong desire to use art as a means of expressing ideas from my imagination. I attended summer art camps for 5 years during middle and high school, and I drew characters constantly in an attempt to figure out the human form, but it wasn’t until my first high school art class in tenth grade that I really progressed in technical skill.

I have grown as a critical and creative; I think that I have grown as a critical and creative because in the beginning I would not elaborate on my work. I really was not specific. I feel that I have grown as a creative thinker because at the beginning of the semester I would have not thought that I would have written a play for my IDS paper.

Nothingness. It is what I believe becomes of us when we pass, and to be honest, it scares the shit out of me. I've always fantasized about leaving my mark on this world, leaving something behind that people will remember me by. As time has gone by, I have realized this was just the fantasy of some naive young man who will never do anything special with his life, much like 99% of the population.

She pointed out all of the flaws she saw and forcibly taught me how to fix them. Though she only had good intentions, I took everything to heart and started to believe that my art wasn’t really any good at all. I stopped drawing as much as I used to, and shifted my focus on another interest -- fashion. I read about it, watched videos about it, and even played games about it. It wasn’t until after awhile that I decided to draw it. For the first time in a billion years, I picked up a pencil to draw for fun; I sketched out a design I liked, and didn’t stop until I was satisfied. I continued making sketches like these as often as I could, and realized how much I actually enjoyed this combination -- drawing and fashion. The hostility that I’d slowly begun to develop for art was immediately ameliorated by that one discovery. I no longer drew to fish for compliments, and didn’t focus solely on satisfying my art teacher. I drew because art interested me, and I loved what I could create with just a pencil and a sheet of

From the age of five, I obtained an interest in art through the amateur use of crayons and bulky markers. Since then, my interest in art continued to steadily grow. Upon entering the 11th grade, I decided that I would pursue a career in Graphic Design after taking an AP Studio Art elective, and my decision has not wavered since then.

My generating ideas whenever I write is very simple. I brain storm and come up with my own ideas. It is known that good ideas have the strangest of origin, however, at the end it sometimes turns out the best masterpiece. Whenever I am about to write I brainstorm, because ideas do not accidently happen. It has to come from somewhere, because of a need that was noticed. TED talk, talked about ideas and where it came from. Ideas are free talk and free writing. He pointed out that good ideas happen in discussion places (TED Talk). I agree with his sentiments because when I write I like a quiet place to do my assignments; I perform best when there is a quiet, distraction free environment. Based on the Prewriting: From Mess to Masterpiece, brain

Everyone at some point in their lives found themselves doodling on the side of their paper or on a napkin at the local restaurant. For me, this doodling did not simply stop as I got older, but instead festered my curiosity and encouraged me to continue on. The very moment that my interest in art peaked was when I noticed my mother sketching a portrait of one of my younger sisters. After that, I began to try on my own. That trying was often times led to me failing more times than not, and giving up hope in myself. Throughout life I began to notice the world around me and the different people that were able to create beautiful works of art on their own, so I began to draw once again. This lead to art becoming a major part of my life and allowing me to get more involved in so many different opportunities that I could not even fathom being a part of before. My passion for creaticity was inspired from the very early ages of childhood where I would simply sit and watch my mom, to me having my very own experience with it, and now being able to partake my interest and pursue it further.

At this point, I didn't know what to do. I had hit a roadblock with nowhere to turn. I felt like my dreams were over and that I would never be able to animate my ideas. The next couple of months I spent my time on other things as I looked for a new pasion. But, none could fill the emptiness of drawing. The joys of sending your ideas down the pencil expressway to its stop at paperway station. It felt amazing and nothing could replace that feeling for me. So, I thought that I would give it another go and this time I would take my time.