Personal Narrative: What I Learn

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

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.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

As a young child, I often transformed my grandma's dwelling into my own personal canvas. Fueled by morning cartoons, I would concoct detailed illustrations of the oddities in my imagination and intricate pictures of my family and surrounding. It was evident I had been blessed. I was never discouraged from my routine doodling either, just encouraged to channel that creativity on to anything but our walls. When I started public schooling some years later I was introduced to the scope of what art really was. Painting, drawing, photography-It was a world unknown to me then. The way we experimented with every medium early on was perfect for my inquisitive nature. For years I invested in what I now consider to be my craft, with the guidance of numerous

While working as a designer, I developed own illustration style using pens and watercolours. Since these two materials are readily accessible and easy to learn, I believe this method would be useful and enough for the public to express their ideas and bring a sense of pride and accomplishment. Throughout my years of teaching high school students at the Smile Art Institute of South Korea, I successfully aided students in honing their artistic abilities through the use of various mediums including pastels and watercolours – students were taught to create 2D and 3D artworks with precision description. I would like to share these experiences with others, who may think art as “difficult”, or requiring “natural talent”, and become a positive influence in approaching artistic

I figured I could draw a pikachu. It wasn’t hard to draw, and the lines were “straight”forward! So I drew, and what came to amaze me was that drawing just slowly formed on the paper. Because I felt as though the drawing was rather plain, I added trees in the background, then I added sticks and grass on the ground because the ground look bare, and before I knew it, I had drawn a hole scene, with not just Pikachu, bust multiple other Pokemon! It was that day that I had learned that art wasn’t what you are supposed to draw. Art is what you want to draw. My whole life I have held onto the lesson I learned that day. Thanks to it, and the passion for art that I gained I have gained over the last decade, I’m a passionate artist - and I pretty good one at

I entered Art Education major to study after I graduated from the high school. I did not know that I have the full power about drawing. I surprised also that I got the skill and I have the ability to draw after two weeks. I learned how to use the

I’ve developed lots of habits during my school years at Elko Middle School, good and bad habits. One of the many good habits I developed during my school years is creativity. I’ve attained a love for art, drawing in particular, ever since I was in the 5th grade. Although my love for art didn’t really blossomed until 7th grade, where I took art class for the 2nd semester of the school year. That was due to the fact that my 5th grade “art” were all stick figure drawings. I wasn’t very contented with my own works of art back then, but my 7th grade social studies teacher, Mr. Clark, admired them! I would draw him comedy-action skits after finishing every “quiz-of-the-day”.

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

Going far as back as I can remember I have always been fascinated with grabbing a pencil or anything I can get a hold of and start to doodle anywhere which got me into trouble at first, but as time passed my mom would buy me notebooks and lots of them to doodle the hours away on. I can remember spending all day just drawing and painting no matter what it was it would go on a paper if it went from drawing me and my mom in a big house, to just drawing houses and buildings, it would all amuse me. My mom was always there to help me with supplies since I would go through notebooks really fast, and for a single mom with a low income job, she

    The way that a brush or pencil dances on a canvas or a sheet of paper just spreading its array of colors, in anyway of line, shape, and form of movement just to achieve the concept through different types of mediums; is a beautiful/miraculous sight, seeing the colors and patterns interlock forming this abstract or concrete image is just stunning. I remember that brief moment where I wasn’t creating art pieces due to a lack of motivation yet all of that had changed when I moved schools; I had an awful art teacher when I was in my old school (Mercedes High School), he had his favorites and when things didn’t come out they he wanted it you were sure to fail that class. My art pieces weren’t the greatest he was so negative about my techniques and the finished pieces, he never encouraged me or any other student. I had hated art from that point on, yet when I moved schools I was still the same somewhat but this art teacher changed me and made me become better a better artist, I began to love it all over again. He showed me many new mediums, different types of paper/canvases, different brushes and he’s taught me I shouldn’t just please the viewer, if i’m happy with the outcome of the piece that’s all that matters; if I needed real criticism about my piece I should go to him, he’ll critique my work and then he’ll tell me how to improve it or fix a

I confidentially understand countless artists who started their existence of fine art main by drawing. This is how I began. As a youngster I loved illustrating landscapes. My relations was poor at the period, so might not afford to wage for main fine art training. I from time to time marvel how distant I should be nowadays in my fine art occupation if things had been disparate, but endeavor not to reside on such things. I am thankful that I am an artist nowadays, and understand I have come a long method as my fine art school years

When I was a small child, I was extremely shy. I had to be coaxed to raise my voice in the presence of others. The only time I felt confident was when I was by myself with a handful of crayons in my hand, bent over a piece of paper. While all children love to create art, for me art was more than a way to pass the time. It was a form of self-expression. When I was happy, I could fill the piece of paper with bright oranges and brilliant reds. When I was sad, I preferred solemn blues and purples. When I wanted to show someone I liked them, I drew them a picture. When something was troubling me, I would sort out my feelings in the world of images and colors.

Throughout my elementary school years, I began to cultivate a few of my many lifelong passions. One of these was art. At that age, if you gave me a pencil and some paper, I would be lost in the creative whirlpool, thinking of the different objects and ideas that I could bring to life in my sketchbook. As I grew older, I played around with different artistic media, my favorite of which became oil on canvas. Aside from having a creative and therapeutic outlet, what drew me towards art was my desire to seek challenges. Whether it was experimenting with a novel stencil technique or attempting to paint an incredibly detailed landscape, I consistently wanted to put my skills to the test. This craving for challenge wound up

When I was in junior high and even well into my early high school years, I couldn’t draw to save my life. My people were glorified stick figures with glorified clothing shapes that, if you squinted really hard and tilted your head just the right way, somewhat resembled the thing I was trying to draw. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school that I had a free elective that allowed me to take an art class I’d always wanted to take. That class taught me that I really did have it in me to create the images I had trapped in my head. I merely had to have the patience to take my time and practice the skills my teacher taught us which made the process so much easier. I wonder how much more advanced my skills would