“Different… very different.” These were my mother’s words when I held up my first artwork with a big smile full of baby teeth. That piece was a watercolor painting of an unrealistic ocean. There was a blue and orange striped shark as the main component, rainbow jellyfish crowded in the bottom corner, and air bubbles shaped like musical notes at the top. With her face aghast staring at my masterpiece, I comprehended that to her the concept of my illustration seemed peculiar and the craftsmanship mediocre. Considering that I was six years old, it was decent artwork designed from Crayola washable markers and my creativity. With a marker in one hand and the other firmly placed on top of the paper, I disregarded her negative connotation, and responded with, “Thank you mommy. I like it too.”
Since that first piece, I have continued to use art as an emotional and creative outlet. Turns out, I was right to overlook her opinion because today, my innovative art from my six-year old creativity garnered gasps and compliments. I took pride in my finished works of acrylic paint, ink, and graphite, but I could not help but notice a sense of unproductiveness. Since the intent of my art was personal, the static works never left in my drab bedroom walls until junior year started. …show more content…
I looked up at her in confusion; I had no expertise in designing lapel pins, let alone 3D art. Acknowledging my facial expression, she explained, “I know you’re artistic, no doubt about it, but this requires more than just art, it needs your creativity and innovation. Imagine 8,000 people from New Jersey having 10 pins of your design!” With blood rushing to my blushed cheeks, I realized I could finally use my inventive abilities to carry out something productive, and I could start by constructing this
Since that first piece, I have continued to use art as an emotional and creative outlet. Turns out, I was right to overlook her opinion because today, my innovative art from my six-year old creativity garnered gasps and compliments. I took pride in my finished works of acrylic paint, ink, and graphite, but I could not help but notice a sense of unproductiveness. Since the intent of my art was personal, the static works never left in my drab bedroom walls until junior year started. …show more content…
I looked up at her in confusion; I had no expertise in designing lapel pins, let alone 3D art. Acknowledging my facial expression, she explained, “I know you’re artistic, no doubt about it, but this requires more than just art, it needs your creativity and innovation. Imagine 8,000 people from New Jersey having 10 pins of your design!” With blood rushing to my blushed cheeks, I realized I could finally use my inventive abilities to carry out something productive, and I could start by constructing this