The Importance Of Love In Just Kids By Patti Smith

The main different between the Meiji Constitution and the US constitution was that the Meiji Constitution limited the rights for citizen, such as women were barred from any political activity, this limited rights also applied to students, soldiers, policemen and teachers. However, the US Constitution did not limit any citizen, everyone had same rights and power on political and society. In addition, the Meiji Constitution handed down literally by the Emperor, but the US constitution did not have emperor. Furthermore, the Meiji Constitution blocked the channels of communication between the emperor and people, but the US Constitution provided open space to communicate with people.

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.

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,

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

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

From a very young age, You’d see me sitting down at the coffee table with nothing more than scraps of notebook paper and my trusty crayons. I’d just sit there and let my mind run wild with whatever it was on my mind. At a young age, that wasn’t too hard to do. My folks would always applaud me on my work with such enthusiasm that it sparked a flare inside me. As the years went on, I got more involved through online communities like deviantart. I was exposed to different styles and genres as well as artists. There was this one particular artist that stood out the most to me. He was this Independent artist who went by the name Peter Mohrbacher. Mr. Mohrbacher did these really neat illustrations depicting these other worldly beings. His brilliance

What do you want to be when you grow up? Did you think I meant a profession? No, I meant what type of Christian you want to be when you grow up. To this day, a substantial amount of Christians question God’s powers. I have learned at Holy Family that God is almighty and can do anything. I just have faith in my Lord.

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

As the only child, of my mother, I often faced the problem of not having someone to play with forcing more creativity. I often did various arts and crafts projects, but I found that I enjoyed drawing the most. With each drawing I become completely engrossed partially because it is a self-taught skill that requires focus, but also because I must be patient with myself as I work towards what I envision and learn new techniques. The Art of Drawing is a skill that I can continuously develop and perfect. The patience that my artwork teaches goes beyond the work itself. It demonstrates the importance of accepting my weaknesses and working towards bettering them. I am able to properly release the struggles I encounter and not be consumed because of my artwork. Creating my drawings is more than expression, but also self-discovery because I can be more honest with myself, embracing who I am and what I feel. However, from time to time I do encounter “artist block” and the exhibitions held at the museum of fine arts at Florida State University could provide inspiration much like my environment here at Spelman

Shantell Martin: I grew up with my brothers and sisters in a kind of White working-class environment so you find out whether you like it or not, you’re different, whether you like it or not, but at the same time you don’t have the pressure to fit in like everyone else because you don’t look like them. So in a way that gives you a passport to be different, and naturally as a young person, as a child, as a teenager I was interested in art, in making things and drawing things, creating. I was allowed to do that because

Creativity and art have been a significant parts of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was little and we visited my Grandma Carol in the summers, my favorite thing to do with her was make art. She taught me about so many different media, such as: acrylics, oil pastels, and the ink press. Sometimes, I would bring my sketchbook from home and she would help me set up art shows around her house. I would sell my art for a few dollars each, and then use the little bit of money I earned to buy more art supplies. As she introduced me to more artistic styles and mediums in the

The “Little Boy” directly killed 80,000 civilians in Hiroshima, Japan in August 6, 1945. You must be shocked, surprised and terrified to know that the “Little Boy” killed so many civilians in Hiroshima, Japan. The weight of the “Little Boy” was 4400kilogram. Amazing, the little boy was very big and heavy. This was neither a fairy tale nor an illusion. This was a true story and the deaths were real and were horrifying. They were children, boys, girls, men, women and more than half perished instantly. This was the most horrific and brutal killings in human history and the “Little Boy” did not spare anyone and he killed everyone indiscriminately. The explosion of the Little Boy wiped out 90 percent of the city and tens of thousands more would

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

While art does have its advantages, it will not solve everyone’s problems. It is true that not everyone enjoys the thrill of creating a beautiful masterpiece because they might have been forced to take that class. However, those who love these classes show that there is a relationship between creativity and

It was not until 9th grade that I had my first art class and my self-expression from creativity began. Today’s education is focused too much on educational standards and not enough on creativity. With technology on the rise, our original thoughts are becoming distant. Why be creative when you can simply transform an idea that is already there for you?