“Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts.” Albert Einstein, a specialist on developing general theories and determined scientist. This quote connects to a time in my life when I was eight years old and I found something that I really loved. But it appeared extremely hard. It was to become an artist and I had big dreams of becoming fantastic at my new hobby of art, but how would I be as good as my role model, Lainey?
The room was quiet and the air was still. The summer sun beamed through the windows. I could hear the birds chirping outside, whistling to the glowing sky. I listened as my cousin, Lainey, lightly glided the tip of her small pencil across the paper. …show more content…
Soon I saw she made four half circles that connected all together and formed a full circle. But it wasn’t just a circle. It was a circle with a rounded point at the end, sort of like the shape of a human head. My eyes widened.
“A person!” I teased, “You are drawing a person!”
“Yes, you got it!” she announced and started to draw faster. Lainey’s eyes focused on the white sheet of paper and her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It just drew and drew and drew until it was a full face. With realistic eyes and a mouth that looked half open. Somehow she made the lips look glossy and shiny and the eyelashes were so thin and delicate that I felt that I could reach out a pluck each and every one of them.
“I could never draw like that. You’re so talented. It’s always been my dream to be an artist,” I whined and I slouched over, pouting, waiting for her to make me feel better.
“It takes practice,” she humbly stated, “and I wasn’t always this good.” She set the pencil down and stretched her hand out in front of …show more content…
I remember what Lainey taught me and what the lines across the face meant. My eyes were getting better because she taught me about the glossy effect that I loved. And my faces were getting more symmetrical and aligned.
“Mamma?” I asked. She was sitting next to the counter, on her phone.
“What?” she replied. I made a motion with my hand, asking if I could borrow her phone. She handed it over and I opened up the messaging icon. I adjusted my picture on the table and snapped a photo with the phone. The phone made a ding sound. I had sent it to Lainey, asking for advice. Then suddenly I saw the replying bubbles on the screen. My heart jumped.
Nice work! You’re improving Bella.
I laughed, so joyful that I was getting better. I looked at my mom and she glanced down at my picture and held up a thumbs up.
“I knew you could do it,” she argued in a funny way.
“It was hard, but I am glad that I had determination and Lainey to push me through,” I whispered loudly. Just like Albert Einstein said, I never gave up on my dream. And with the help of my true role model, I have improved more than ever and I have learned that nothing is impossible if you are passionate about it. I will never give up on my goals
The room was quiet and the air was still. The summer sun beamed through the windows. I could hear the birds chirping outside, whistling to the glowing sky. I listened as my cousin, Lainey, lightly glided the tip of her small pencil across the paper. …show more content…
Soon I saw she made four half circles that connected all together and formed a full circle. But it wasn’t just a circle. It was a circle with a rounded point at the end, sort of like the shape of a human head. My eyes widened.
“A person!” I teased, “You are drawing a person!”
“Yes, you got it!” she announced and started to draw faster. Lainey’s eyes focused on the white sheet of paper and her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It just drew and drew and drew until it was a full face. With realistic eyes and a mouth that looked half open. Somehow she made the lips look glossy and shiny and the eyelashes were so thin and delicate that I felt that I could reach out a pluck each and every one of them.
“I could never draw like that. You’re so talented. It’s always been my dream to be an artist,” I whined and I slouched over, pouting, waiting for her to make me feel better.
“It takes practice,” she humbly stated, “and I wasn’t always this good.” She set the pencil down and stretched her hand out in front of …show more content…
I remember what Lainey taught me and what the lines across the face meant. My eyes were getting better because she taught me about the glossy effect that I loved. And my faces were getting more symmetrical and aligned.
“Mamma?” I asked. She was sitting next to the counter, on her phone.
“What?” she replied. I made a motion with my hand, asking if I could borrow her phone. She handed it over and I opened up the messaging icon. I adjusted my picture on the table and snapped a photo with the phone. The phone made a ding sound. I had sent it to Lainey, asking for advice. Then suddenly I saw the replying bubbles on the screen. My heart jumped.
Nice work! You’re improving Bella.
I laughed, so joyful that I was getting better. I looked at my mom and she glanced down at my picture and held up a thumbs up.
“I knew you could do it,” she argued in a funny way.
“It was hard, but I am glad that I had determination and Lainey to push me through,” I whispered loudly. Just like Albert Einstein said, I never gave up on my dream. And with the help of my true role model, I have improved more than ever and I have learned that nothing is impossible if you are passionate about it. I will never give up on my goals