Now this is where I`m supposed to write “all about me”. This is where I become lost. I mean, come on. I wouldn`t know where to start. But I guess the best way to have an idea what makes me tick and what ticks me off is by checking my journal that i fill with endless ramblings about whatever and whoever catches my fleeting fancy or rage. :)…
Two years ago, on a cold Saturday morning, I prepared for my first ever track tryout. I took a shower, put on my clothes, and got into the car. On my way to practice, I felt strong physically, but I also had an undefined, jittery feeling about how the day was going to go.…
Since then, I have been taught by several mentors, who are artists themselves. Presenting my art in three shows has compelled me to openly speak about my art. I have learned substantially. The environment that surrounds the Kent Bellows program is reassuring, warm, and welcoming. Consequently, through exposing me to people, places, opportunities, and resources my well being and attitudes improved substantially. The entire process boosted my self-esteem and helped me gain a better understanding of who I am. This program triggered the realization I did have talent. I was, and am not, painfully mediocre.…
At a young age, I’ve always been an artsy and creative person. In art class, I’d always have something good to show. During my freshman year, I felt as if I wasn’t living up to my own potential so I had begged my dad to take me out of Willingboro High and enroll me into Burlington County Institute of Technology or, BCIT. When filling out my exploration papers, I was dead set on getting…
I loved art. When I was a young child I would always design new temples, and pyramids in the sand. I loved to paint, I would make my own paint and draw on anything I possibly could. I was passionate about it all. Father and mother always supported my art, but they expected me to follow father’s footsteps and become a scriber. I didn’t want to be a scriber. I wanted to be a painter. I wanted to design the newest, most beautiful pyramid in Egypt. It was a big dream, but I was determined to make it happen. I would be the greatest painter Egypt has ever seen.…
There have been some challenges with drawing. For one, I got what seems to be a pretty late start, only starting to really draw my freshman year of high school, and while that may seem young to some, it seems like usually, people start to draw or to make comics when they are still in middle school. So when I did draw, it always seemed like my drawings were “falling behind” the drawings other artists of my own age group had created. After I had finished drawing something, I was always so proud of it… up until I visited the internet and saw all of the drawings that were so much better.…
As I look to the scenery I acknowledge its beautiful details. It is a wonder of the world that soon may fell between the cracks. A place that I will cherish all my life, a place that is one of a kind. Two hundred places I’ve seen only once. Vivid in my memory for a few years and but soon may be forgotten. But this did not. It will remain in me forever, and as scroll up it reached the end. The end of my photo album I have in my phone last summer vacation I had with my…
I always keep this poem and picture in my wallet. I take it everywhere with me because it means quite a lot to me in two very different ways. One of those ways is because it holds sentimental value. When I was younger I learned to read very late in life and I was always so embarrassed of that. My father knew that I was struggling and bought me the book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. It is a book full of poems and little pictures written by Shel Silverstein. I remember opening the book to ta random page, and it was the page with this poem. I then remember my dad asking me to read it to him. I was so uncomfortable, even thought I was just going to be reading to my dad. He gave me some words of encouragement, and even thought I was not able to read…
Art is a curse that will grab you once you're hooked and hold on to you for the rest of your life. Art doesn't hold people’s hands through the rough patches, of course; she makes them work for it. If someone thinks that art is easy then they have another thing coming, because art doesn't kiss on the first date. Art had forced me to confront the emotions that I was not ready to confront. I have met jealousy through other artists’ artworks and I know frustration through mine. I become frustrated and blinded by my work when I am unable complete it because I can’t translate the image in my head to the paper on my easel, and there is so much that I wanted to say through my art, but my hands can’t seem to work right.…
When I got to St. Vincent’s hospital I thought I was in labor but the doctor said my water wasn’t broken yet. So I had to walk up and down the hallway for the baby to come down. Then finally the doctor pulled my water. And oh my god I was in so much pain. The nurse said” Keep pushing, the baby is almost out.” With a final push I had my baby. She was the most beautiful little baby with dark hair and big light brown eyes. I called Diana.…
Seeing both my parents work to attain the glorious idea of the American Dream not only for themselves but for myself and my siblings, I have learned tenacity and compassion. Tenacity to push forward through the difficulties of juggling school, work, internship, and extra-curricular activities to pursue my unconventional dreams. Compassion in understanding that life deals misfortune, and it is in helping others to overcome it that one overcomes adversity himself. While my perseverance and compassion for others seems to lead me in the direction of the medical field, unfortunately for my parents, I am far from it. I seek to aid others and myself in this perilous journey through life not by ensuring good health, but through education in museums. I believe that art and the humanities is worth learning and worth teaching. Although the career path I have chosen for myself is a gamble, it is worth the risk. Because after all, I would not be where I am today had my parents not taken a leap of…
Writing has never been easy for me. In school, I have always had good grades. Some subjects came naturally like biology, history, and even math. Over time I have learned, that writing is a process. It takes patience and skill. Ever since writing my first major paper in the eighth grade, I gained a better understanding and appreciation for writing.…
Ever since I was born, I was a military brat. Not knowing where to call home, or if any place could be home, I moved. I moved six times, four of those places were towns that nobody could think about. Germany, North Carolina, Alaska, North Carolina, Germany, and Alaska, yet no place to call home. May 22, 1999, my first day on this world; Kronach hospital had its first American baby in their hands, yet they acted like I was a different species. The only event I remember was when I was about one. While I was one, I grabbed everything in my reach, even a grill handle. As a baby, I did not know that the handle was moving, the grill top had smashed my thumb. Ever since that event, I now have a starfish mark on the side of my right thumb from where the stiches were.…
Since I was old enough to hold a crayon, I have wanted to be an artist. The desire to create has grown exponentially with time, and so I attended the University of Iowa to expand my creative capabilities and learn from the work of experienced faculty and other students. Through my studies, I quickly learned a traditional fine arts education focused on technique. However, I learned the strength of my art resided in the conceptualization of my own story and emotions…
As you stated in our assignment, “There are moments in time which you will never forget. There are collective moments which impact and affect us as a nation … then there are much smaller moments which shape us much individually.” Usually I would be the one to explain a dramatic moment, more so an obvious moment in time which shaped me as an individual. However, this time I would like to explain a very minor moment, finally getting my tattoo. This may not seem like a moment that could have even shaped me in an individual way, other than physically, it oddly has though. I had been waiting for this moment since my 18th birthday back in September, sadly for me, my father kept putting it off, because it was supposed to be my birthday gift from him.…