Reflection Of Art

The ancient Greeks loved music so much that they put scenes of music on their pottery. One piece of pottery is a water jug. This piece of pottery has a rounded top with a rigged edge. The neck of the pot is short and comes down into a kind of vase. On the vase, there is a person playing a flute. Another person is holding a lyre, which is a wooden stringed instrument. It looks like a music teacher is teaching a student to play an instrument. The handles on the pot are curved outwards like ears. There are spiral-like designs that go around the neck and center of the pot. The pot is entirely black aside from the pictures around the pot. The pictures stand out because they are in gold. This jug was probably used to collect water for special events. Another piece of pottery is used for storage. This jar has very little inward curved handles on each side of the neck. Around the neck of the jar, it looks like a string of olive leaves. From the neck,

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

Ceramics class is a great place to relax in the midst of a long and tiring school day, and throughout this class my peers and I have learned and grew as artists while learning about what it takes to became better at pottery. A major example of this growth occurred as a result of the face jug assignment. After watching a documentary on the significance these jugs have had in American history, and the significance these artifacts had to do with the people who made them, we began. Through this assignment I learned more about African American origins, how the people were able to keep a minute part of themselves after being brought to a new land, and the change in meaning of the face jugs; I found it difficult to believe that such a simple thing

The potter does not look at the design or shape of piece of pottery until the complete piece is finished. Once the pot is finished, the potter looks at it and if there is something wrong with it, such as it is lop-sided or the design is corked, he/she takes it as a learning experience , and will know what not to do the next time (“Museum Notes” 3).

I plunge my hand into the bottom of the globe and fish out my paper. "Tree". "Tree?" It’s too easy. I learned how to draw a tree in second grade. I reach in for another piece of paper. Mr. Freeman shakes his head. "Ah-ah-ah," he says. "You just chose your destiny, you can’t change that." Mr. Freeman’s art class is a place where if you try hard enough you can find your "soul" by reaching out of your comfort zone and learning how to "breath" and feel the world. (Anderson 11)

The pencil liberates my stresses and sorrows. Bare and unimpeded, my mind is able to isolate itself from anything that was happening in my life. At my art table, which is merely an escape from reality, my curiosity is able to wander. Within this room, five blank canvas's look in on me as I become a mold of my imagination. A step inside my world develops into a sea of color and exploration. The vibrancy of the walls resonates throughout. Over the years, my room has served as my oasis. It’s my escape from monotonous and mundane routines. It’s my exploration of another side of me. I observe such works of art almost as much as I create. Taking notice of my classmates’ innovations and inspired by their creativity, my paintbrush begins to alleviate stress. I strive to produce pieces others will appreciate, but often find myself to be the true admirer. My pride, in this world, is driven simply by my own curiosity to express myself. I credit this side of me as the “passion” that supplements my insane drive for success. This passion has sparked critical thinking in me as well as how I see failure. Life is a blank canvas and you can truly draw whatever you want, and if you fail, you start over and don’t make that same mistake again! Hard work takes ideas quite far, but true success is derived from ingenuity and the generation of

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 chose to do my research on a local ceramics artist named Heather Dahl. After interviewing Heather, I have learned a lot about her past and in addition, I believe that I've learned some helpful knowledge for myself going into the future. Heather Dahl grew up in Winnipeg and moved to Yarrow when she was 14 years old. Later on in life she moved to Vancouver and now has a studio here which was funded in 2007 called dahlhaus art. Heather believes that the environment she grew up in had an impact on herself as an artist, but personal experience, aesthetic and many more aspects also play a role in her story as well. She knew that she wanted to have a career in the arts by grade 9, but in the beginning she had always thought that she would become

Pottery is an ancient form of art created by people as early as 29,000 BC. The Gravettian "Venus" figurines (appendix A) are the earliest discovered ceramic works, dating from 29,000 BC to 25,000 BC (Carr, 2015). Since then ceramics have significantly evolved, and the pots created today can be described as interesting and unique masterpieces. An example of one of these masterpieces is "Sassy Birch" (appendix B), which is a teapot created by Eric Serratella (appendix C). Eric Serritella received primary applied art training from two artist residencies studying with Ah Leon and clay masters in Taiwan, and after 16 years of other work, Serritella transitioned into clay. He specialises in ceramic trompe l'eole and has displayed his work many museums,

My parents were never the ones to send their children to classes. While other kids were busy being tutored, swimming at the community center, or sent to a studio for art: I was the one at home staring at the television or playing with my cars as my only source of entertainment. Eventually, I grew tired and would do whatever was available to me, I would pick up pen and paper and I'd draw: and before I knew it, I became obsessed. Every flat surface became a victim of my addiction. Even my bedroom ceiling had drawings taped to it. Gradually, a minuscule spark of passion for art was lit inside of me.

Legos are the multi-colored blocks we used as children to build creations that were only limited by our imaginations. I remember adding to my multi-colored plastic sculptor, each block putting me one step closer to the final product. The process would always entail first setting up a strong foundation, and then creating structural support, while always having a plan in the back of my mind. The outcome of which, would tower above me; to think it all began with a single block. In many ways people are similar to Legos. We are the combination of our experiences, each adding to our personas, and shaping how we view the world. Also like Legos, to have a stable and functioning final product it must have a foundation, support and a plan. I was

“First you have to make it before you can paint it.” He instructed, “Make your shape with the clay on the table.” I grab the clay and start to mold it into it's shape and make the first wall. I finish all the sides then put them together. Then i put the lid on.

When we got there I saw 2 buckets full of clay.Grandma Lorrie is going to demonstrate Ella and I on how to make seed pots."First off we need to make the clay as flat as a pancake,"said Grandma.I could not wait to finish.We followed along as she went.Then,we made our very own yucca brush to paint our pots.We used a leaf that grows on a tall bush.We bite the ends to make a point at the end of the leaf.After we finished doing our brush.We needed to paint our pots.Ella drew a panda and I drew a turtle.

Being able to physically immortalize an ephemeral visual experience tantalized me as the ability to accurately capture such moments eluded me. The future took form when, determined to hone my potential successfully, I signed up for drawing lessons of my own volition at age 9. The second formal induction was a grammar school science teacher’s introduction to a world of creativity called inventions. Life had a new purpose when I realized the possibilities Michelangelo’s and DaVinci’s

I stood there standing on the fresh, cut wooden boards thinking of what the picture would look like on the canvas. With a seemingly magnificent idea, I picked the gold-handled paint brush off of the stool, grabbed the pallet, and dipped the smooth bristles of the paintbrush into the thick orange pigment on the palate and made my first stroke of paint on the once blank canvas. Upon creating that first stroke, I smelt the unique, fresh paint on the canvas waiting to become a physical picture. "This is going to be a good one," I thought in my head. In my mind, I could see two philosophers in the center of the painting in the courtyard of an ancient Greek school with geniuses of all ages surrounding them.