Five months ago, I discovered my drawing abilities. Now, I will never think of myself the same. Last school year, my social studies class was assigned a project. I had to draw a cyclops for the project, so I looked up a picture of a cyclops.I found a picture of a realistic cyclops sculpture.First, I started drawing the eye of the cyclops. When I was shading the eye to make it look realistic, my friend, Zach, looked at my drawing. “Wow. You don’t even have to trace and it looks amazing!” he exclaimed. “Thanks! It’s actually pretty easy. All to do is shade the edges of the eye so it looks realistic.” “Oh my gosh. I can’t even trace a drawing without messing up,” uttered Zach. A few days later, I finished my drawing and decided to show it to my mom. …show more content…
I got my paper out of my binder to show her the wrinkly, red-eyed cyclops. “Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” “Thanks…” I was annoyed by how shocked my mom acted. She decided to buy me a sketchbook. One week later, she took me to Hobby Lobby. When we got to the art section, I wandered around and found a maroon sketchbook. I didn’t realize there was a whole section for sketchbooks,so I picked the maroon sketchbook. When I was on my way home, I took out my sketchbook to feel the paper.The paper was way smoother than expected, which made me excited to make my first drawing. The next day, I drew a path full of brown and gray pebbles. It took me a while to decide what to draw on the path, but I ended up drawing a gray stallion. The stallion appeared tired, as if it had been galloping all day. After I drew the stallion, I drew mountains and trees in the background. The trees were far away so they weren’t very detailed. Now, art is a huge part of my life, and I draw everyday.I’m eager to see what impact art has on my
I rolled up the sketch, and without quite knowing why, placed it in my pocket. Then a rare sense of happiness which the knowledge of a good thing well done givers, I left the
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.
When I told my mom I wanted to draw a picture for my wall in my bedroom, she handed me my crayons and a blank piece of paper. So I began to draw on the piece of paper hoping I would be able to create what Harold had created. As I drew my little town with a sea, I noticed
I never felt discouraged from drawing; my intense desire to become a great artist overrode any obstacles. My curiosity for understanding the magic of transferring three-dimensional objects onto paper perpetually fueled my artistic expeditions.
studied various art mediums to explore creative talents. In my junior year, I decided to
Twelve years earlier, I had trouble drawing stick figures. The idea of transferring three-dimensional objects onto paper was wizardry. It was mystifying to watch people know exactly where to place their pencil and shade. I was too embarrassed to show my own art. In kindergarten, I remember drawing a girl's face on a whiteboard and immediately wiping it away.
In the viewfinder of my camera I had at last framed the one thing that I most longed to catch in my lense. The horse had to have been at least eighteen hands high. Probably 6 feet at the withers of his neck. He was huge. The biggest I had seen. His lustrous black coat glistened in the torrid sun. His long, wavy mane and tail were beautifully groomed into a slight wave. The feathers on his fetlocks danced with the wind. The alert, ebony eyes were to browsing the land as he pranced atop the hill. His burl hooves were meticulously placed every stride he took. His broad shoulders pursued so much power. The horse’s muscular body was topped off with ears that are just slightly curled in. You could just see the tops of his knees when he pranced around
Ever Since I was a little girl, I dreamt of becoming a skilled artist and seeing the world to uncover the mysteries that ancient artists had to tell. Art has always been a huge part of my life ever since I first held a crayon in my hand. From redrawing characters from
Alexander and Crystal had asked us "do you want separate rooms or do you both want to be in a room together" we both chose to be in a room together so we both were in our room and our parents put our beds next to each other. We decided to color and draw pictures and hang it in our room . I had hanged two pictures and Jerry did not hang any at all. I was confused because I thought Jerry would draw some pictures, but that didn't really matter then because it was late night so Jerry and I went to sleep.
She first bought me paper dolls that were perforated so that I could punch them out with my hands. Next, she set to work improving my scissor skills by teaching me to cut out paper snowflakes. (To this day, if I am bored or stressed, I will carefully fold a sheet of paper,
I started to sketch landscapes; this was when I discovered my artistic talent (SparkNotes Editors).
After we went to the rest of the garage sales I was very anxious to see was inside of the vase, but my grandma wanted to go to lunch downtown first. Even though the scenery was beautiful with lots of blooming trees and bushes, I really wanted to go home and open that vase. When we finally got done with lunch my grandma said, “ you should come to my house to open that vase because, I would like
Drawing is one of my passions, because it is a good stress reliever and it can help express emotion. Drawing is very useful for when I’m upset and need something to boost my moralemood and is comforting for just a normal, rainy day activity. I especially draw especially when I’m bored or trying to pass time. Some people agree, and find drawing fun, but others may find it frustrating or boring. I enjoy drawing because it lets me work at my own pace. I casually sketch, whether it be for a novel or just a plain doodle, I find a way to maneuver it into random pieces of work. I could be working on notes, and sooner or later have a mural on the sides of the paper. This is funny considering that when I get an actual sketching pad, the sketches look horrible, but on a sheet of scratched up
There are four figures and two horses in this painting. Each of the horses are centered and facing horizontally with very few vertical lines. The majority of the painting is smooth flowing without jagged, sharp or straight lines.
When this assignment was announced, my first reaction was nervousness. I have never considered myself an artist nor have I ever really