Personal Statement: Windows Art Class

My interest in the arts stemmed long before my entrance into high school, however that does not mean it did not have an impact on that career choice. I feel that several of the classes at Monrovia High School have either introduced or prepared me in certain mediums of art. Starting freshman year I took two art related classes: Intro to Art and Intro to Computer Graphics. If I had any doubts about my career choice, they were quashed by my experience in these classes. I was definitely appreciative that there were art related classes available every year of my high school career. Coupled with art classes through Ryman Arts, I feel that my art skills have improved considerably. Currently I am taking AP Studio Art at the high school, and although the class is rigorous in that many art pieces need to be finished quickly, it definitely has given me an accurate view of several art careers that require many art pieces quickly. All in all, I believe that my high school has

I could make this essay as cliché as they come and talk about how being a single mother is so challenging, about how boot camp was so hard, or how a bad divorce changed my views on everything in my life… but instead, I’ll appreciate all of those things, and grasp my goals from a different challenge. That challenge is: loss. Some of my biggest goals were awknowledged through the death of my best friend, which in turn led me to this road at Paul Mitchell St. Louis. All of the above mentioned have shaped me, and for that I am grateful, however, the person who helped me realize my dreams of pursing art

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 have been an avid student of art since my freshman year of high school, and have developing

My life began on May 27th, 1998. I was born at Winthrop Hospital and have lived in the same house in Hicksville, New York my entire life. My little sister, Julia, was born when I was four years old and my brother, Aidan, was born when I was eight. I went to nursery and pre-school at St. Stevens and I spent Kindergarten through Eighth grade at Holy Family School. From Kindergarten until Eighth grade I was also on Holy Family’s track team. Despite this I did hate it, I only remained on the team because my dad was the coach. I did horseback riding and girl scouts up until about fifth or sixth grade. I had been interesting in art since I was very young, but I did not become serious about the passion until sixth grade. I loved drawing

My love of art began at a young age, spending hours coloring or doodling. The creative process is cathartic for me and something I try to find time for every day either in music or by artistic means. When I was in eighth grade, I attended a college fair with my older sister and someone asked me what my interests were. The immediate answer was art and music. As we looked around at options, a degree in Art Therapy was proposed by one of the private colleges at the event. I was intrigued by the thought of being able to help people while creating art. This initial introduction led me on a quest to discover more about the field and eventually my decision to pursue a degree in Art Therapy. I really wanted to attend a public college and was thrilled to learn that UW-Superior was offering both an undergraduate and Master’s program. After touring the university, it became very clear to me that the campus was one where I could both learn and grow due to the smaller campus and individual attention given to each of the students. I am also very interested in participating in the campus band and choir programs as music is another one of my

I perused creativity and strived for perfection. In school, art was my strength, but also my weakness. Despite excelling at art class and artistic projects in other classes, my academic progress began to slowly become worse. Maybe I doodled too much in class, my home life was subconsciously effecting my academic performance, or perhaps school was just truly getting more difficult. From seventh grade on, I struggled to keep my grades up.

Drugs and violence were rampant in the town, and it was easy for someone to be influenced. While my mother did her best to shelter my siblings and I from the violence, she made us focus on our education and anything that would keep us inside. This helped us discover our talents and for me it was art. Art class was enjoyable since I could express my thoughts and emotions into my works, and it became some form of relief. I enjoyed the texture of soft pastels on my hands, and watching watercolors spread across a paper like fireworks, and how oil and acrylic smelled as I waited for one layer to dry before continuing. There were times where I had to stop painting and focus on personal changes like moving from home to home, and school to school. I never really made friends, because I was always leaving the ones that I have made the previous year. I also didn’t have as much time for art as I was transitioning into Junior and Senior year. I would have to go to school at the crack of dawn and as soon as school let out at 2:18pm, I would head to work at 3pm. I wouldn't get out till 10pm or most days at 12am. My artwork is truly what has helped me stay sane and to continue to thrive as a student and as an individual. Sure there's resentment within me, because I wish I had more time to join more clubs, and even a sport. However at the time we were

I always knew I wanted to be artist ever since I was that little girl with an overactive imagination. If my Grandma only knew, that one Disney princess drawing book would influence me so much. I still remember feeling those crisps papers and staring at those colorful drawings for hours.The detailed directions of creating these beautiful princess open something inside of me. My Grandma buying that drawing book that day, inspired me to draw. The coloring book wasn’t enough to satisfy this urge of creativity. Soon the world become my model as began to realize the tiny details that were hidden that other kids seem unable to draw. All I wanted to do after that simple magical moment was draw for a career and do something with this talent. That's

During my childhood years, my neighborhood surroundings influenced me to become an artist. The way I look at life is I see myself as a leader who will accomplish my goals and make a difference in people’s lives. The person who influenced me the most to become an artist was my late uncle. My uncle was an artist who worked in New York City. I remember the first time my mother showed me his work and was astonished by his drawing skills. He was a very talented artist. After seeing his work, I had a strong desire to become a graphic designer.

I intend on having art as my major in college. I specifically became interested in art because of an important event in my life when I was younger. A very close loved one I had used to love art and would draw whatever I could imagine for me in extreme detail in little time. This exposed me to my interest of art. Then, one day, this loved one passed away. I mourned this person’s death for a few years. About three years later I began thinking missing that person's artwork and I didn’t have any to remember them by. So I wanted to learn how to draw. I then began to self-teach myself. After a few years I began to grow deeper in the art field and

studied various art mediums to explore creative talents. In my junior year, I decided to

I turned to drawing and coloring as an escape, and also began to delve into literature. Because of my love for reading as well as my academic prowess, I was entered into the Academically and Intellectually Gifted program at my elementary school. English, history, and math were all relatively easy to me, but my real interest was art class. I loved the freedom and variety in assignments we received, from paper mache pinatas to a bookmark contest. I left my elementary school in 4th grade when my mother, brother, and I moved to another town. At my new elementary school, I continued my scholastic excellence and was rewarded with the Presidential Award signed by Barack Obama.

Ever since I was five years old, I had wanted to be a dress-designer. I used to look at magazines such as Elle and Vogue in great awe. Most people clothes, I saw art and the passion of the designers poured onto the fabric. I started drawing my ideas for when I would grow up and have models wear the clothes I designed. One day I decided to show these designs to my parents. My mother was speechless and I assumed I had impressed her but my father frowned and forbade me from drawing clothes.

When living with both my parents at my childhood home, I attended Abraham Lincoln – Washington Elementary until the fourth grade. I stared going to pre-school when I was 3 years old and then transitioned into Kindergarten, where I attended Abraham Lincoln. The school included grade levels from Kindergarten to eight grade. I loved going to school and would have my mother prepare my lunch box early in the morning before walking me to school. We only lived three blocks from school, which was very convenient for my mother and baby sister. My mother always walked me to class, but my father would literally walk me to the corner of the street, which was two houses away from where we lived and would watch me take the three block walk to school alone. My mother would mostly take me to class, but on days she wasn’t feeling well, she would have my father take me. However, I’m not sure why he would let me walk alone because if my mother knew, she would have a panic attack. I was eager to go to school and play with my friends at recess. Although, I liked to learn new things, I mostly liked going to school to socialize with people my own age. I’ve always had a fascination for art and numbers, which is probably why I’m artistically gifted and creative. My favorite subjects were P.E., art and math. I received a lot of certificates for student of the month during my elementary years and was on the honor role and principles list numerous times. Before I was able to go into fourth grade, I was