Zach Book Report

As an individual who’s been drawing and painting since before she could even hold a pen – apparently, I used to spill my grandma’s tea and make shapes with it – art has always been my favorite pastime. It’s tranquil and relaxing, and mixing paints is the most satisfying experience. Thus, it’s no wonder that the activity that I’m most invested in is art.

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.

“As a young bot Theodor began drawing many pictures. He was always drawing strange-looking people and animals on his school books.” (Wheeler 6) His father would take him to the local park and zoo, where he loved to go and sketch pictures of all the animals. His mother would sing and read stories to him and his older sister Marnie. As he grew older his imagination continued to grow and he continued to draw and create stories.

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

Today, I would like for you to meet someone that you may have already met or know nothing about. She's done karate, she's read her favorite book, 13 reasons why, a bajillion times, she's dealt with younger siblings, she's done it all, well not all, but a lot of things. And no... she's not basic, she's so much more than that. Her name is Leah Gissel Reyes or Beah, as her family calls her. Since the day she was born, April 13th, 2001, she grew up with a passionate dedication towards drawing. She's an extraordinary drawer, if I were to ask her to draw Gissel from Enchanted, her drawing would probably look close to perfect. She enjoys drawing so much that she even considers it to be her favorite subject in school! But hey, along with a favorite

Besides his learning disability, he also has suffered from a rare disease called Face Blindness. This disease causes you to not recognise faces, no matter who it is. He always says that it helps him remember people if he paints them. But that's not all. When he was almost 50 years old, a spinal artery collapses and he became paralyzed from the neck down. That made it much more difficult for him to continue painting. But, with some physical therapy, some advanced technology, and perseverance he was able to continue creating. He has a brush device that is like a brace on his arm that allows him to move. He also has an easel that rotates and moves up and down so he can reach the whole portrait. He went through a lot but is still a happy person and is doing what he loves.

Since I was a little girl art has been a part of my life, whether it has been painting my favorite celebrity, knitting a blanket, or drawing Time Square. I’ve always found joy when creating something others will admire. With my love of art came a decision every teenager has to make,“ what will you do for the rest of your life”. With lots of questioning and deliberation, I made the conclusion to further my passion into a career by going to art school in Chicago.

“So I draw because I want to talk to the world. And I want the world to pay attention to me. I feel important with a pen in my hand. I feel like I might grow up to be somebody important. An artist. Maybe a famous artist. Maybe a rich artist. That's the only way I can become rich and famous. Just take a look at the world. Almost all of the rich and famous brown people are artists. They're singers and actors and writers and dancers and directors and poets. So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance to escape the reservation. I

Growing up with a mother addicted to heroin and a dad he didn't know, things for Jarrett Krosoczka seemed hopeless. This is until his grandparents adopted him when he was three. They cared for him, supported him and helped him through school. Since he was young Jarrett had a passion for art and writing. This passion exploded into what it was when a famous children's author came to his elementary school. Jarret knew this is what he wanted to do with his life. It was his dream. This dream almost came to an end when the art program at his school slowly came to an end. Yet Jarrett’s grandparents found a way for Jarrett to following his dream. Jarrett started at a private school and took art class at a local museum. The private school had teachers that connected with Jarret. He was even convinced by his English teacher to do things for the newspaper and for the next three years he drew little pictures and wrote comics. His teachers told him to forget everything he learned so he would have his own style.

For example, in the text it states that “Zebra hesitated and made a drawing of Andrea...what are you going to draw for him?...later that zebra held at home working on a drawing…”(153, 159 Potok). This textual evidence proves that artists need empathy because Mr.Wilson inspired him to create art.

[...] If you do this, you’ll be safe because it looks like you’re just doodling shapes. I was in the third grade when I realized I could draw princesses without anyone knowing, and for the past three years, I’ve been sketching the same thing in the margins of my notebooks at school” (3). Grayson has to (very discreetly) draw (in his notebook) on how he would like to be, how he thinks, and how he feels on the inside and reflecting on the outside what feels right to him. This relates to my thesis

When I first started drawing, people knew that I would be an amazing artist one day. But, on the inside I was a 16 year old who had a dark past. I was bullied and abused and I was broken and the only way to escape it was through drawing. On the outside I’m a very bubbly person,but on the inside I’m a scared girl who needed help.

“The artist is the compass which, through the raging of the storm, points steadily to the north，” said by Romain Rolland. If people could give an accurate concept of art , then it was better to say that art gave the artist a firm goal and motivation. At a young age, I did not have a deep understanding of art. In my memory, drawing a few pictures of comic and having art classes in my elementary school in China that was the closest way to learn art. Although I liked painting, I did not choose it as my major in my high school and university without the support of my family. However, fortunately I had a good chance to live and study in New York with my family in the winter of 2014. If I could not learn painting that was a kind of regret in the first two decades of my life, then I might have the opportunity to make up for this regret in after years. I was very grateful to the art to bring my enthusiasm, so I could firmly choose the art design as a new professional in QCC and have more opportunities to learn about art.

Annie read her first nonfiction book, The Natural Way to Draw by Kimon Nicolaides, when she borrowed the drawing book from her friend’s father. She was fascinated by it, stating, “I was amazed that there were books about things that one actually did,” and took up drawing almost every day. Throughout August and the fall season the, “book ran my life,” Annie explains, making a tremendous effort to try to follow its rigorous daily drawing routines. While her father was away on his trip, Annie converted the family’s attic bedroom into a studio and moved in. Annie describes that at eight o’clock every summer or weekend morning she would tape, “that day’s drawing schedule to a wall,” and since she did not have a model, she would draw her baseball

My freshman year of high school I continued to draw and improve on my zentagles. Due to the fact that I enjoyed drawing them so much I decided I would make a career out of it. I have always