A Paper Mache Disaster
Art school taught me several things I did not know about myself. Like how technique- orientated I was and how my perfectionism often acquired the best of me. It reminded me about minor failures that would transform into drastic dramatic catastrophes. Consequently, it also reminded me about All my friends, all of which thought I was psychotic. Here, academics were enjoyable, while on the contrary, what felt extremely demanding was the art aspect. Why attend art school when one has better academic grades? Well, it seemed right at the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love art. Visual Arts is ingrained in every bone in my body.
That’s why I yearn for a concoction of business or science that can further be improved by adding a smidgen of visual arts. I’m sure there are relevant majors.
On another note, the art piece that challenged me significantly at the time was the dreaded paper Mache self-portrait: …show more content…
Why is this happening? Did I fail?
So I crushed it.
The tension irreversibly escaped.
However, this was the first step: the start of my perfectionist rampage. I took a stack of wire, paper Mache, paint, and took it all home. Once there, I tossed everything on the dining table and commenced immediately. I remember trying to amplify every detail, my full lips, my curly dark hair, and my long eyelashes. I was dedicated to succeed.
The head was ultimately 5 times the size of my own and the following day I took it to school. It was satisfying, yet embarrassing since I carried it attempting to not seem egotistical or conceited. Most people were disturbed by the resemblance, which meant great news for me I suppose. Luckily, I received a qualifying grade.
Looking back, this challenge taught me that it's understandable to start all over. Being aware of one’s mistakes the first time, can further improve one’s second. My future can bring me countless challenges, but I’m never afraid to fight them head
Art school taught me several things I did not know about myself. Like how technique- orientated I was and how my perfectionism often acquired the best of me. It reminded me about minor failures that would transform into drastic dramatic catastrophes. Consequently, it also reminded me about All my friends, all of which thought I was psychotic. Here, academics were enjoyable, while on the contrary, what felt extremely demanding was the art aspect. Why attend art school when one has better academic grades? Well, it seemed right at the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love art. Visual Arts is ingrained in every bone in my body.
That’s why I yearn for a concoction of business or science that can further be improved by adding a smidgen of visual arts. I’m sure there are relevant majors.
On another note, the art piece that challenged me significantly at the time was the dreaded paper Mache self-portrait: …show more content…
Why is this happening? Did I fail?
So I crushed it.
The tension irreversibly escaped.
However, this was the first step: the start of my perfectionist rampage. I took a stack of wire, paper Mache, paint, and took it all home. Once there, I tossed everything on the dining table and commenced immediately. I remember trying to amplify every detail, my full lips, my curly dark hair, and my long eyelashes. I was dedicated to succeed.
The head was ultimately 5 times the size of my own and the following day I took it to school. It was satisfying, yet embarrassing since I carried it attempting to not seem egotistical or conceited. Most people were disturbed by the resemblance, which meant great news for me I suppose. Luckily, I received a qualifying grade.
Looking back, this challenge taught me that it's understandable to start all over. Being aware of one’s mistakes the first time, can further improve one’s second. My future can bring me countless challenges, but I’m never afraid to fight them head