Reflection Of The Metromorphosis Of A High School Community

Lovett, my art history professor, a true inspiration, opened my eyes to a whole new world of rich ancient history, culture, and expression. From the beginning of time, art was utilized as a medium to tell a story, and ever since, society has turned to different medias of art- sculpture, print, conceptual performance, installations, drawings, oil on canvas, and paintings- to reflect on the current situation and express themselves. For instance, a chaotic era of war reflected in Weary Herakles, a bronze Greek Late Classical sculpture (Peloponnesian wars), the politically rebellious bravado evident in Goya’s Third of May, Romantic prints, or in Delacroix’s Lady Liberty the People, and even the religious power struggle between the Protestants and Catholics, apparent in the exuberance of Giacomo de la Porta’s Il Gesu, a Baroque Catholic church, or in Lucas Cranach’s Allegory of Law and Grace, a Northern Renaissance metal print. My greatest accomplishment in this class was designing an art exhibition featuring works from ancient to modern times, all linked by one common theme, Rebels in the History of Art. The gallery contained revolutionary works such as Giotto’s Arena Chapel, Akhenaton, Nefertiti, and Three Daughters, Manet’s Olympia, Duchamp’s Fountain, Monet’s Saint Lazare Station , Kandisky’s Improvisation 28, and other groundbreaking works. Moreover, the story behind each artwork has motivated me to further explore the art world in college as I intend to not only pursue

Throughout my early teen years, I was exposed to different mediums of art and discovered that I could express myself through more channels than just paper. Although Barry found comfort in her 11 x 17 newsprint and some paint, I was able to focus my energy on making music and taking photographs. Without my art teachers, I wouldn’t have the expressive outlet I do today. My childhood was not filled with unhappiness as Lynda Barry’s was, but from both backgrounds, we found a warmth from the exposure of art that the educational system gave to us.

Art helped me learn to express the feelings I couldn’t say and during that time period and I choosing to study it is the greatest decision I have ever made. Art is the reason I live now. It gives me hope, happiness, and an ability to escape. I love how it can change my view and to make me feel things. This year one of my illustrations was hung in the Museum of Contemporary Art: La Jolla, and I could not be prouder.

It was my freshman year of high school when I took Drawing A; I quickly learned that I had a skill that I had previously ignored and began embracing it. Sophomore year, though, was when I truly started using my art. It was during this year that I received a 4 on my AP-Studio Art portfolio, and won four awards at Scholastic Art and Writing in photography. Art gave me a feeling of accomplishment that I didn’t usually get in the rest of my academics, so I always tried my

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 graduated from Hilliard Darby High School this past spring. My love for art began very young with my father who always made sure to encourage my creativity. I remember making coil pots with him during the summer and then painting them. In the ninth grade I took painting which I immediately became attached too. For the past four years I have continued to expand my abilities and strengthen skills with the help of my teacher Mrs. Kulick-Brown. From there I have completed several commissioned pieces for teachers and their families. Painting has taught me a lot about color and composition. During high school I also was involved in ceramics where I competed in the annual ‘Feats of Clay” competition. I love the focus and serenity I experience

I have had a passion for art since childhood. Over the past three years i have sought to use this enthusiasm to good effect. I focused on discovering new talent and learning about the process of creation and also the curating of exhibitions. This lead to me creating a pop up exhibition for students at Central Saint Martins in a vacant space on the Portland estate in

On my twenty-forth birthday, the seventh of May, my mother, the eminent, Whitney West Scooter, almost had a major myocardial infarction. After, I told her that her aspiring Michelangelo had withdrawn, that very day, from her alma mater the illustrious J. C. West Academy of Fine Arts. The only reason I attend the Academy, in the first place was to appease my mother, who believed every artist should hold an art degree. I spend the entire day with my mother and throughout breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I tried to penetrate her armor of resistance so she might understand my reason for leaving the Academy at the conclusion of my junior year. As I spoke, her facial expression took on the characteristics of a rabid dog about to pounce. And I swear

Question 1: What key activities have you been involved in at school, in the GEAR UP program, and/or in your community? Also, describe your most significant scholastic achievement or other honor/awards to date.

The educators in the documentary, “Rethinking High School: Best Practice in Action,” claimed that authenticity, collaboration, and challenge are the three core principles that are needed in our school system to achieve better teaching and learning. I agree with the statement, especially when we are talking about urban schools.

Metamorphosis can be expressed in numerous ways yet all terms interpret metamorphosis as a complete change of form - transformation. According to art academics, metamorphosis is allowing an artist to transform their quite ordinary ideas into something extraordinary. (Abraham, 2017) Transformation can be depicted through alteration, transition, evolution or construction/deconstruction by an artist to achieve a metamorphosis work of art. Thus, Transformation is expressed through the works of Bill Henson and O. Winston Link, as one can clearly perceive the golden ability of metamorphosis these artists’ works. Henson demonstrates a surrealist quality of metamorphosis through many of his photographs, in particular the “Untitled” series. Whereas, O. Winston Link conveys a similar idea through characterized aesthetic images, specifically in Main Line on Main Street in North Fork, West Virginia (1958).

Art school showed me several things I did not know about myself. Like how visual arts is ingrained in every bone in my body, and that I yearn for a concoction of academics with visual arts. Here, academics were enjoyable, while on the contrary, what felt extremely demanding was the art aspect. Art school reminded me about minor failures that would transform into drastic dramatic catastrophes. As a result, it also reminded me about my friends, all of which thought I was too meticulous. They were right, often I would make an immense deal about a minor failure then completely attempt to make it flawless the second time. Thus, high school made me realize how detail-oriented I was and how my perfectionism often required the best of me. Even in the most

Thomas Merton once said "Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time". This is completely true. Throughout the semester we have gone through almost as many as 300 pictures we view, learn, decompose into the criteria it meets and talk about the controversial things it has, while we do this we don't recognize that we also identify the form, content, iconography, and context. All four areas are what the paint, picture or sculptures identity is. I was lucky enough to visit my buddy out at WIU. There are many works in the art gallery, around the union and even outside walking around, but one that did catch my attention and had me thinking about it for quite some time. It was a painting called Memorialized by Tyanna Buie, was made in 2011 and measures 38’’x50’’. The content it has is beautiful, the form is wicked, context is superb and iconography is permanent. It reminds me of artwork we've gone through the semester. The painting was being showed at the art gallery in end of March. It’s now May and I can still picture it in my head so detailed, without even looking at a picture of it. It’s a piece of work I have connected to, yet lost myself in.

Art is a form of expressing what one feels without saying any words. This semester I attended the Art Institute for the first time. At first, I did not know what to expect, so I was not really excited to attend it. When I arrive to the Art Institute, as soon as, I walked in everything changed. All of the sudden a big smile appeared on my face. Walking around the Art Institute and looking at the different types of exhibits made me realize that this place is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The Art Institute has a variety of art exhibits from European culture to Asian culture, as well as, Greek culture. As my friend and I were walking around the Art Institute we decided to enter the Modern Wing area, where they were having a Charles