Expressing myself and what goes on in my head has always been a struggle for me. I grew up without a voice; not knowing what to say or how to say it. So I drew. I drew horses, I drew smiling suns with sunglasses, I drew bows in girls’ hair, I drew lions eating zebras while monkeys laughed at them, I drew whatever came to my mind. When I drew, I wanted to speak about my drawings, I would turn to my friends or my teachers and explain to them what was happening in my creation. Drawing spoke for me when I couldn’t speak for myself.
I remember being in kindergarten and drawing pictures of people, and through the perspective of other children my age, they were works of art. One thing that stuck out to me was what one of my classmates said in particular, or what he would call me, “the Little Artist,” and for some reason that’s stuck with me ever since.
As I journeyed through elementary school, I continued to be the bashful, artistic kid everyone knew because …show more content…
In seventh grade, I entered my first art contest and acquired third place for that division, which motivated me to follow through with my love for art.
For many, the thought of pursuing an art career seems like an irrational fairy tale, yet my parents saw it as an opportunity for me to grow as an individual, and take my creativity to a whole new level, never did they allow for me to see it as anything less than my future. My parents have always compelled me to be a better person, to pursue what made made me happy, rather than what made them or society happy. They taught me to have pride in myself and my work, as well as dedication and persevere when it seems like I’m going nowhere, and to set myself to high standards and push myself to the
I remember being in kindergarten and drawing pictures of people, and through the perspective of other children my age, they were works of art. One thing that stuck out to me was what one of my classmates said in particular, or what he would call me, “the Little Artist,” and for some reason that’s stuck with me ever since.
As I journeyed through elementary school, I continued to be the bashful, artistic kid everyone knew because …show more content…
In seventh grade, I entered my first art contest and acquired third place for that division, which motivated me to follow through with my love for art.
For many, the thought of pursuing an art career seems like an irrational fairy tale, yet my parents saw it as an opportunity for me to grow as an individual, and take my creativity to a whole new level, never did they allow for me to see it as anything less than my future. My parents have always compelled me to be a better person, to pursue what made made me happy, rather than what made them or society happy. They taught me to have pride in myself and my work, as well as dedication and persevere when it seems like I’m going nowhere, and to set myself to high standards and push myself to the