Ah yes, today is the day where I write my final blog for this semester. I actually thought that this last blog could be anything that we wanted to write about. Unfortunately, our professor already planned subject in advance to write about. I had an idea of what I could possibly write about, and I hoped to make a stunning finish for this class. It does not matter now because I am supposed to talk about what were my goals when I entered this class for the very first time.
To be quite honest, I cannot remember them all specifically. All I can remember is that I wanted to get rid of writer’s block with relative ease. I also wanted to please and surprise my professor. I wanted to prove to myself that I can indeed write. I do not remember much of anything else that I wanted out of this class. I am confident that I will receive an A in this class, but I do not care about that. Much anyway. I wanted to show myself and others that I could write well. That I could somehow inspire others with my ideas.
I suppose I have reached my “goals”. Now that I think about it, I accomplished most of them. My teacher proved to be very helpful when I submitted my rough draft for each essay that I had to write. She asked questions that I would have never thought about. They were thought provoking question and I learned to ask myself some of these as well when I write. Of course, I usually write short stories for fun, but now I know what a person may be looking for when they request and read an essay of mine.
However, I still have not figured out how to surpass writer’s block. I would like very much to be able to get rid of it permanently. I am actually suffering from this horrible disease as I type this. I am stuck in a tight place on one of the writing projects that I am working on. I have been stumped on what to write next. I know exactly how the middle and ending are going to be, but I am stuck in the very beginning. To be able to know the cure of writer’s block would be one my life’s greatest treasures.
This will be my new resolution when I walk into composition II next semester. I want to get rid of this completely. I also want words to flow out of my fingertips with ease. I struggle whenever there is a subject assigned to me. If I am not passionate about the subject, my writing usually turns out to be dull and a bit lackluster. Even now I am struggling to reach the five hundredth word. I want my writing to be alluring and captivating. Based on previous feedback on one of my previous fictions on the internet, I am good at captivating audiences with my short stories. However, I want much more than that. I want to capture the attention of everyone who reads my work.
Next semester, I will approach composition II with my head up high. I have learned much already, and I am willing to learn more. Who knows? With the information that I will gain next semester, I could get inspired to publish an idea that has been in my head for a long time now.
Ah, finally this year is almost over. The holidays are close by and my first semester is almost done. I am glad I survived the first semester and it has given me hope that I will survive next semester as well. I do not really have much planned for my winter break other than going to my church retreats and maybe planning a little Christmas/birthday party with my closest friends. It feels so nice knowing that I will finally have time to do whatever I please (at least I hope so anyway).
I plan to work on my next chapter on my novel that I’m currently working on. It is just a little project that I am doing for fun and to keep my creative juices flowing. I also plan to paint over the break! Finally right? I am so excited about that too! I really want to test my skills with oils. For my first subject, it is going to be a glorious portrait of none other than Enma Ai (throws confetti)!
I kind of want this one thing that I saw on the computer for a while. It is a drawing pallet and you can transfer your drawings onto the computer to alter and color your pictures to your heart’s desire. I see so many pictures done on this one website that I constantly visit. It looks like so much fun but you would have to spend a lot of time on the computer. I probably won’t get it any time soon considering it can cost up to around four hundred dollars. Plus the fact that I hardly have any money. I’m not going to ask my parents for it for my birthday because they’ll probably just be… well, parents. So maybe I’ll get it sometime when I get out of college, when I get a real job.
I have been thinking about my art work lately actually. Over the past years, I have given away A LOT of my pictures to friends or random people. If you ask why, it is because I am naturally a generous and nice person. I really don’t like saying no to people. So I lost a lot of good pieces of my work. Whenever I drew/painted something for a project, my teachers asked if they could keep as an example for next year. Of course I said yes… how could I not say no? Many friends and random people asked if I could draw something nice for them. I always promised that I would, but these things take so much time and effort. Especially since I am such a perfectionist in my work. All of those pictures that I have given away to people are probably now collecting dust instead of being treasured.
I have decided that I am not going to give away my art anymore.
This is something that takes so much time and effort. I pour my soul into these pictures, and where does it all go? Probably stuffed into some long lost folder, or thrown away, or crinkled and forgotten about. Thinking about that makes me feel pretty bad. I carelessly had given away art over these past years. I am not going to make that mistake again. A lot of people have asked me to draw them this or that. How am I supposed to draw for everyone? I don’t want to give away something nonchalantly to strangers when they will just end up throwing it away. If I happen to decide to draw something for someone, I want them to appreciate it as much as I do. I think the only person that fits into that category is my best friend. She knows how I truly feel about art and has kept everything that I have ever given her and lovingly put it on her wall. Even though it may not be much, it makes me feel wonderful that she appreciates it as much as I do. Plus having my creation displayed on a wall of another’s house boosts my confidence up.
That being said, I’m off to draw! (Well, study first, then draw.)
(The picture that is up is just a little something that I drew for a close friend. The only thing that I really like about this picture is that I freehandedly painted this. So I'm proud of that. It still needs some more work.)
I have never written about my actual art before. The only thing I’ve done is just paint or draw. After reading a comment posted on one of my previous blogs, I thought that writing about my portraits would actually be interesting. That way I can explain the story that I feel when I paint my subject. Whoever reads this will know the true emotions and background of whatever I decide to illustrate. Not only having the plus where I can finally write passionately about something (and immensely enjoying the subject), now there are also so much more things I can talk about. Furthermore, I get to write about my drawings. My two greatest passions combined into one. How convenient.
I was going to write about an original character before, but I think I might save that for a later blog. For this entry, I really want to write about Enma Ai. Yes, I know she is not my own character, but she has such an amazing profile. I can usually draw female characters rather well, but for some reason I experience trouble when I try to sketch her. I see this as a challenge; something that will make me feel good when I accomplish my goal.
The anime itself captivated me as soon as I saw some of their artwork. It was absolutely inspiring! Just a mere glimpse of it made me desperate to bring out my canvas and paint. The realm that she lived in was a calm and tranquil place. It was full of vibrant crimson hues that jumped out as if the drawings were alive. That is something that I want to achieve when I paint. I want to make the picture alive so that the viewer can experience all five senses. Just seeing the picture is for the amateurs. I want them to feel the painting. To feel each and every stroke of the brush. Smell the atmosphere of where the subject is. Hear the voice of the brush that sang color into the blank canvas. Even taste the surroundings of where the subject is. For example: a person painted a lovely fruit tree. The fruit looked so luscious that you could actually taste it in your mouth. This is the talent that I want to attain!
The reason why I chose Jigoku Shoujo (Enma Ai or a.k.a. Hell Girl) is because I experienced all five senses when I look at their artwork. I could feel the anguish in her eyes. I could taste the sweetness of lifeless emotions. I could hear the melancholy colors calling out. I could hear the art in its purest form. This show gave me goose bumps. It is so extraordinary how the artists can invoke such feeling into each piece of work.
As I described in my short story, Ai is a very young girl with burdensome job. She is forced to make contracts with people who want to seek revenge on a person. Unfortunately for the person, it comes with an awful consequence. They too, have to go to hell along with the person that they send to hell. Of course, that is when they die. Ai’s face was drawn to look like a porcelain doll with large scarlet eyes. She shows no emotions whatsoever. When I first watched this, I knew somehow that her past life was tragic. The atmosphere of this show is beautiful, but with an angst and tragic twist. It was breathtakingly eerie, focusing on the tragic past lives of Ai’s “costumers”. The way Ai was portrayed made me fall in love with her character at first sight. I simply HAD to draw her.
When sketched her at first, it was a complete mess. I have most trouble with her eyes. Eyes are actually my most favorite part to draw. I love to draw elaborate eyes and go into detail when it comes to sketching. Ai was different though. Her eyes are large and simple. For some odd reason, it’s very challenging for me to draw her eyes. It is difficult to capture the innocence, hatred, and simplicity that reside in her eyes. I have no clue why, but it makes me even more determined to master this drawing style.
A couple of days ago I decided to straighten the house a little bit. As I peered behind a large chest in my piano room, I came across a pleasant surprise. It was a large and forgotten canvas. I smiled and began to think of what I could draw. I had two things in mind: Ai or two of my favorite characters from another show. I decided to do Ai. Who knows when I’ll get the time and money to buy more canvasses (although I personally would like to make them myself ). I am going to take time on this picture. I do not want to rush this scene. Not only that, it may be a while before I can afford oil paints. When I buy them, this will be my first oil portrait. I am excited to see how it is going to turn out, but also nervous because I do not want to wreck it up. Wish me good luck!
I was going to write about an original character before, but I think I might save that for a later blog. For this entry, I really want to write about Enma Ai. Yes, I know she is not my own character, but she has such an amazing profile. I can usually draw female characters rather well, but for some reason I experience trouble when I try to sketch her. I see this as a challenge; something that will make me feel good when I accomplish my goal.
The anime itself captivated me as soon as I saw some of their artwork. It was absolutely inspiring! Just a mere glimpse of it made me desperate to bring out my canvas and paint. The realm that she lived in was a calm and tranquil place. It was full of vibrant crimson hues that jumped out as if the drawings were alive. That is something that I want to achieve when I paint. I want to make the picture alive so that the viewer can experience all five senses. Just seeing the picture is for the amateurs. I want them to feel the painting. To feel each and every stroke of the brush. Smell the atmosphere of where the subject is. Hear the voice of the brush that sang color into the blank canvas. Even taste the surroundings of where the subject is. For example: a person painted a lovely fruit tree. The fruit looked so luscious that you could actually taste it in your mouth. This is the talent that I want to attain!
The reason why I chose Jigoku Shoujo (Enma Ai or a.k.a. Hell Girl) is because I experienced all five senses when I look at their artwork. I could feel the anguish in her eyes. I could taste the sweetness of lifeless emotions. I could hear the melancholy colors calling out. I could hear the art in its purest form. This show gave me goose bumps. It is so extraordinary how the artists can invoke such feeling into each piece of work.
As I described in my short story, Ai is a very young girl with burdensome job. She is forced to make contracts with people who want to seek revenge on a person. Unfortunately for the person, it comes with an awful consequence. They too, have to go to hell along with the person that they send to hell. Of course, that is when they die. Ai’s face was drawn to look like a porcelain doll with large scarlet eyes. She shows no emotions whatsoever. When I first watched this, I knew somehow that her past life was tragic. The atmosphere of this show is beautiful, but with an angst and tragic twist. It was breathtakingly eerie, focusing on the tragic past lives of Ai’s “costumers”. The way Ai was portrayed made me fall in love with her character at first sight. I simply HAD to draw her.
When sketched her at first, it was a complete mess. I have most trouble with her eyes. Eyes are actually my most favorite part to draw. I love to draw elaborate eyes and go into detail when it comes to sketching. Ai was different though. Her eyes are large and simple. For some odd reason, it’s very challenging for me to draw her eyes. It is difficult to capture the innocence, hatred, and simplicity that reside in her eyes. I have no clue why, but it makes me even more determined to master this drawing style.
A couple of days ago I decided to straighten the house a little bit. As I peered behind a large chest in my piano room, I came across a pleasant surprise. It was a large and forgotten canvas. I smiled and began to think of what I could draw. I had two things in mind: Ai or two of my favorite characters from another show. I decided to do Ai. Who knows when I’ll get the time and money to buy more canvasses (although I personally would like to make them myself ). I am going to take time on this picture. I do not want to rush this scene. Not only that, it may be a while before I can afford oil paints. When I buy them, this will be my first oil portrait. I am excited to see how it is going to turn out, but also nervous because I do not want to wreck it up. Wish me good luck!
(I added a little picture for a taste of my art. It is a little something a friend requested for me to draw. I loved how it turned out even though it is just a simple lineart. Click on it if you want to zoom in.)
As the year progresses, I realize that I am getting closer and closer to finishing up college. Yes, I know that my college education has just only started. However, this semester sped along by. I just hope that all of the semesters go by this quickly. I am hoping that I have obtained the 4.0 GPA that I desperately need this semester. I have studied hard in all my classes and became familiarized with this whole "college thing". I only hope to get better at studying for all of the exams that are bound to smack in front of me. On that being said, I am looking forward to Christmas break.
Although I do not have much planned on Christmas break, I look forward in hopes of getting a holiday job. I need money in order to provide pleasant surprises for my friends and family. Truthfully, I need some time to work on my story as well. I know that I am going to go on an annual winter retreat with my church, but I wish that it would take place in Georgia instead of Florida. I don't care for traveling long hours being stuffed in a car along with six other people. I am most comfortable when I am in familiar surroundings. Going out of my way to talk to other people is rather difficult. It is especially when I have very little in common with the people. In fact, the only thing that I will have in common with these people is that I go to the same church as them… minus the fact that I am also Korean.
On other note, I am immensely excited about my final essay that is due in my English class. We are to write a short story, and I already have a great idea for my own. I cannot wait to take the next English class for spring semester. It is with my original teacher that I have for English 1101. Although I am glad it is with her, I will miss the hilarious and blunt sarcasm that we are greeted with each time our class meets. I am hoping that next semester I will have more topics to write about for my blogs instead of these pointless journal entries of how life is right now. I want to write about thrills, passions, and things that interest me. I have already wrote about the things that I love most. To my misfortune, the only things that I can think as of now are short stories. I would much rather love to write a short story; each entry being just one chapter in progress. This would be much more invigorating than just a simple entry about life. Perhaps the teacher will consider on my request? J
Oh, I did finish reading my book by Terry Goodkind. The final book was epic! It invoked all of the emotions that were in me. I felt passion, anger, sadness, excitement, anxiety… everything! This book was truly amazing. I was so very sad when I neared the last, final pages. Although I did say that I was going to try and take my time so I could savor each word in the final book, it was much too difficult doing so. Every time I turned a page, it was getting all the more exciting. I could not help but to read quickly. I finished the book in about three days after the release date. I am very eager to see what Goodkind will create next. Even though I know that his next series is going to be amazing, Richard Rahl will be missed greatly. As for now, I have to find another series to start reading until then (even though it will not be as great as Goodkind).
This week is Thanksgiving. Something that I have little excitement over. I was originally supposed to go to New York with my church for a work shop (basically a conference and going to witness) but I will be going to Alabama to visit relatives instead. I would have chosen to go to New York, but one of the relatives that are going to come is my father's sister. Someone who I have never seen before in my life. She will be bringing her daughter who I have not seen in years also. Basically, I haven't seen any of these people in a long time. My grandparents really wanted the whole family to be over to celebrate during this holiday. If I missed this, they would be terribly disappointed, thus making me feel slightly guilty about the situation. Then things would be awkward during the next visit to their house. I do not wish to be approached with cold feelings the next time I visit them. As shocking as this is, I want Thanksgiving break to be over with. It doesn't even feel like a holiday is approaching. I remember in high school I looked forward for this vacation. Now, it is just another week that I am waiting for to pass by.
I really don't have much to say. I am too eager to work on my short story for my English class. Until next time.
I honestly have no idea what to write for this blog. I really do enjoy having a blog to rant and express my emotions, but I can hardly think of a decent subject each week. Writing is something that is enjoyable to me, but I prefer to write fictional stories over than a weekly blog about nothing. In my previous blogs, I wrote about the greatest passions in my life. As of right now, I feel content and calm. I do not feel like ranting about anything because I like the feeling of me being tranquil. I am just going with the flow of everything that surrounds me. I am not even stressing about next semester which is quite surprising. Currently, I feel apathetic about the next semester and all of the stresses that are going to consume me.
Today was just an ordinary day for me. Thankfully I had no class today. When I woke up, I felt refreshed that I finally got a decent amount of sleep after a weekend of none. As I walked around the house, I decided to straighten up the house as a favor for my mother. Then suddenly something hit me. The book “Confessor” by Terry Goodkind was coming out today! During the day before, I felt excited because this was his last book of the series and the previous one ended in a horrible cliff hanger ending. This series is by far one of the bests I have ever laid my eyes on.
Terry Goodkind is my role model for writing. Just reading one page of his book can fill me up with inspiration. The way he uses imagery is astounding. He makes it as though you are in the world that he created; that you are just watching what is happening to his characters. I love the fact that each book is thick and filled with many pages. When I was first introduced to the series, I read each page eagerly. The way he holds suspense is incredible. I could not get enough of what he wrote and I devoured each book within three or four days. Every time I would carry one of his books, people would always comment that they could never read a thick book like his. However, it is not just some old book; it is the creation of another person. I have spent countless hours dissecting the way his writing style is. I tried to mimic how he describes each and every detail in order for a person to envision what is going on. Of course, I am nowhere near as good as he writes. I have much to learn before I can even think about surpassing him as a writer.
I feel quite sad that this book is the last book of his series. Fortunately, this is only his first series which means there is sure to be more of his amazing work. He has done a terrific job of introducing himself as an extraordinary author. I cannot wait to get started on the book; however I am going to be disappointed that it is over with. I want to read each page as slowly as I can grasping every single word typed on the page.
When people ask me what his books are about, I grow speechless because I have no idea where to start. There is just so much that he wrote about that I could only sum it up in an essay. Together, his books are nearly ten thousand pages. Do you honestly think I can tell you the basics of the story that has that much information? I have recommended his books to a number of my friends and I have received the same answer from them. They all loved his writing. People would make a comment how surprised they were when they saw that I read around three hundred pages a day. The truth is that I really do love to read. If I could, I would read all day because I never grow tired of it.
Unfortunately there is hardly enough time in the day in order to do so. I am bombarded with homework, daily chores, church, and other unnecessary things. I have barely enough time to breathe these days. I cannot do the things that I once enjoyed anymore. It seems like school and church has consumed my life. People told me to prioritize my life, but that’s just it. As of now, school and church are my top priorities. I spend a large amount of time in front of my laptop or my books. My mom often complains that I hardly ever talk or do chores. I think I would collapse if I had to uphold a job as well as study. Luckily my parents want me to focus on my education rather than maintain a job. School is going to take much of more of my spare time because I have to take organic chemistry, anatomy and physiology I & II, and microbiology soon. Those classes are the “filter” classes for nursing and I am hoping that I do well. The biology classes are pure memorization and I got a taste of it during high school when I took anatomy. However, our teacher was very lenient when it came to tests. She gave us what we had to know. I know for a fact in college I have to study on my own. I heard it takes around ten hours of week to be confident in the material.
Although I love to read and learn, those classes do not seem very thrilling. Fortunately, there is going to be one thing that I look forward to when I take anatomy. I think it would be a great opportunity to learn how the human body works and it would be a great reference to learn how to draw the body better. I am definitely looking forward to draw all of the organs and structures.
Although it would be smart to minor in something that relates to my major, I am strongly considering about minoring in English. The reason that I am doing that is because I really do love to write. Plus I believe that it would be a great stress reliever from all of the other tough courses that I am planning to take. Minoring in chemistry or even biology would really take a toll on me. I can hardly handle all of these science and math classes right now, and stressing myself out on something like that would not be wise. Me stating all of this must seem like I really am not fond of my major, but truthfully I really do want to do this. I am just not fond of the excessive work I have to put in because of this competitive subject.
Once I get accepted to the nursing program, I will feel as though a huge burden will be lifted from my shoulders. Right now, I am so ready to taste the first class for my career. I want to hurry up and get my prerequisites over with. Hopefully by then, I will have learned how to study efficiently so that I can have more spare time so that I can relax as well. I am looking forward to the future. I’m just not looking forward of the present.
Today was just an ordinary day for me. Thankfully I had no class today. When I woke up, I felt refreshed that I finally got a decent amount of sleep after a weekend of none. As I walked around the house, I decided to straighten up the house as a favor for my mother. Then suddenly something hit me. The book “Confessor” by Terry Goodkind was coming out today! During the day before, I felt excited because this was his last book of the series and the previous one ended in a horrible cliff hanger ending. This series is by far one of the bests I have ever laid my eyes on.
Terry Goodkind is my role model for writing. Just reading one page of his book can fill me up with inspiration. The way he uses imagery is astounding. He makes it as though you are in the world that he created; that you are just watching what is happening to his characters. I love the fact that each book is thick and filled with many pages. When I was first introduced to the series, I read each page eagerly. The way he holds suspense is incredible. I could not get enough of what he wrote and I devoured each book within three or four days. Every time I would carry one of his books, people would always comment that they could never read a thick book like his. However, it is not just some old book; it is the creation of another person. I have spent countless hours dissecting the way his writing style is. I tried to mimic how he describes each and every detail in order for a person to envision what is going on. Of course, I am nowhere near as good as he writes. I have much to learn before I can even think about surpassing him as a writer.
I feel quite sad that this book is the last book of his series. Fortunately, this is only his first series which means there is sure to be more of his amazing work. He has done a terrific job of introducing himself as an extraordinary author. I cannot wait to get started on the book; however I am going to be disappointed that it is over with. I want to read each page as slowly as I can grasping every single word typed on the page.
When people ask me what his books are about, I grow speechless because I have no idea where to start. There is just so much that he wrote about that I could only sum it up in an essay. Together, his books are nearly ten thousand pages. Do you honestly think I can tell you the basics of the story that has that much information? I have recommended his books to a number of my friends and I have received the same answer from them. They all loved his writing. People would make a comment how surprised they were when they saw that I read around three hundred pages a day. The truth is that I really do love to read. If I could, I would read all day because I never grow tired of it.
Unfortunately there is hardly enough time in the day in order to do so. I am bombarded with homework, daily chores, church, and other unnecessary things. I have barely enough time to breathe these days. I cannot do the things that I once enjoyed anymore. It seems like school and church has consumed my life. People told me to prioritize my life, but that’s just it. As of now, school and church are my top priorities. I spend a large amount of time in front of my laptop or my books. My mom often complains that I hardly ever talk or do chores. I think I would collapse if I had to uphold a job as well as study. Luckily my parents want me to focus on my education rather than maintain a job. School is going to take much of more of my spare time because I have to take organic chemistry, anatomy and physiology I & II, and microbiology soon. Those classes are the “filter” classes for nursing and I am hoping that I do well. The biology classes are pure memorization and I got a taste of it during high school when I took anatomy. However, our teacher was very lenient when it came to tests. She gave us what we had to know. I know for a fact in college I have to study on my own. I heard it takes around ten hours of week to be confident in the material.
Although I love to read and learn, those classes do not seem very thrilling. Fortunately, there is going to be one thing that I look forward to when I take anatomy. I think it would be a great opportunity to learn how the human body works and it would be a great reference to learn how to draw the body better. I am definitely looking forward to draw all of the organs and structures.
Although it would be smart to minor in something that relates to my major, I am strongly considering about minoring in English. The reason that I am doing that is because I really do love to write. Plus I believe that it would be a great stress reliever from all of the other tough courses that I am planning to take. Minoring in chemistry or even biology would really take a toll on me. I can hardly handle all of these science and math classes right now, and stressing myself out on something like that would not be wise. Me stating all of this must seem like I really am not fond of my major, but truthfully I really do want to do this. I am just not fond of the excessive work I have to put in because of this competitive subject.
Once I get accepted to the nursing program, I will feel as though a huge burden will be lifted from my shoulders. Right now, I am so ready to taste the first class for my career. I want to hurry up and get my prerequisites over with. Hopefully by then, I will have learned how to study efficiently so that I can have more spare time so that I can relax as well. I am looking forward to the future. I’m just not looking forward of the present.
Eyes are a fascinating part of our body. It allows us to see things that are happening. It observes everything that passes in front of our face. This part of our anatomy is used daily, but I take it to a next level.
Art is something that I am most passionate about. Words cannot describe how much I cherish this. It is not only a gift that resides in me, but it is also everything that I see. I consider everything to be a form of art whether it is nature, music, portrayals, humans, dancing, and so much more. If I could, I would capture every moment in a portrait of a still life.
In my eyes, regular and simple things in our existence are a living painting. The aurora borealis that dances beautifully in the air, water that flows all around me, the stars that wink and sparkle in the darkest nights. The sun that warms my spirit, the moon that illuminates the very depth of my element, and the music that drifts in my ears. Music is something that is created by the passions of the heart. When played exquisitely, the sound waves vibrate my soul with excitement. When my eyes lay on a wonderful piece of art, it absorbs the variety of colors and lingers in my mind. I love the feeling of the goose bumps that tickle my skin when I run across anything that I find beautiful. The human body emits it own special way of art. The body itself is a living, breathing sculpture, yet it can create on its own. With my hands, I can paint pictures and produce music. With my mind, I can imagine things and ideas that take its form into writing and pictures. With my eyes, I see inspiration that fuels into my thoughts. When I skillfully create something, it feels like complete rapture that overpowers my body.
I have always known I had some talent in the artistic field. When I was younger, I would draw pictures of cartoons or favorite games and show them to my parents. When I took art for the first time, I realized that I was actually really good at what I was doing. My teacher presented pieces of artwork by many different artists and had us to mimic their style. Although my particular interest was animation, I had ideas that were unique. My teacher often praised me when he saw that each day I was improving. Over time I began to work with paints and clay sculptures. Although I enjoyed the feeling of molding my own art, I found out I had an allergic reaction to the soft earth. I was excused from that area and was introduced to paints instead.
Painting was a new thrill for me and is my area of expertise. When I hold a paintbrush, I feel as though I hold the whole world in my fingertips. With each caress of the brush, I release vivid colors and emotion onto a once dull canvas. The scents of the paints dance in the air and as I breathe it in, it stimulates my inner essence. The alluring, vibrant shades flow out of my skin as I dip a brush into the pigments. The colors only exist when a heart is poured into it's work. A true piece of art is colorless unless passion is added. A part of me is released onto the canvas by each stroke of my brush. Every time someone looks at my creation, they are peering into the depths of my soul. I constantly try to perfect my creation; always try to improve of what is there. Once the image is complete, the satisfaction is euphoria seeing something wondrous staring back at me.
I can usually tell by the brush strokes if a person poured their heart onto their work. Take the picture that hangs in my living room for an example. It is a lovely portrait of a landscape from afar. However, when I look up close, I can see that the artist rushed through just to finish and sell his product.
Unfortunately, I have only worked with acrylics meaning that I have to work fast in order to race against time. Otherwise if I do not, the color will dry quickly thus making it difficult to blend colors evenly. Although I must work rather quickly with the paints, it still takes me a good four hours to be pleased with my work. I always repaint everything multiple times to make sure there are no “white spots”. I often went to school early to paint in order to start off a peaceful day. My friends would never go to the art room with me because to them “the stench was unbearable”. I find that statement to be insulting because I love the smell of the oil pastels, acrylics, and oil paints that remain in the air. Stains on my clothes were like a trademark for me. The sensation of cool, slippery pigments on my skin is familiar and delightful. The sound of each brush grazing against the rough white canvas is what I live for.
My parents do not fully realize my passions for art, although my mother is far more understanding than my father is. When she sees one of my drawings or paintings, she admires and showers me with compliments. My father is a bit insensitive about this particular area. Since he is a realist and I am more of an idealist, he scoffs at my love of creativity claiming that I never paint anymore. He does encourage me somewhat, but it is hard to thrive with such little support. When I finish my education in college and settle down, I want to build my own private art studio where I am free to do whatever my heart sings.
Art is something that I am most passionate about. Words cannot describe how much I cherish this. It is not only a gift that resides in me, but it is also everything that I see. I consider everything to be a form of art whether it is nature, music, portrayals, humans, dancing, and so much more. If I could, I would capture every moment in a portrait of a still life.
In my eyes, regular and simple things in our existence are a living painting. The aurora borealis that dances beautifully in the air, water that flows all around me, the stars that wink and sparkle in the darkest nights. The sun that warms my spirit, the moon that illuminates the very depth of my element, and the music that drifts in my ears. Music is something that is created by the passions of the heart. When played exquisitely, the sound waves vibrate my soul with excitement. When my eyes lay on a wonderful piece of art, it absorbs the variety of colors and lingers in my mind. I love the feeling of the goose bumps that tickle my skin when I run across anything that I find beautiful. The human body emits it own special way of art. The body itself is a living, breathing sculpture, yet it can create on its own. With my hands, I can paint pictures and produce music. With my mind, I can imagine things and ideas that take its form into writing and pictures. With my eyes, I see inspiration that fuels into my thoughts. When I skillfully create something, it feels like complete rapture that overpowers my body.
I have always known I had some talent in the artistic field. When I was younger, I would draw pictures of cartoons or favorite games and show them to my parents. When I took art for the first time, I realized that I was actually really good at what I was doing. My teacher presented pieces of artwork by many different artists and had us to mimic their style. Although my particular interest was animation, I had ideas that were unique. My teacher often praised me when he saw that each day I was improving. Over time I began to work with paints and clay sculptures. Although I enjoyed the feeling of molding my own art, I found out I had an allergic reaction to the soft earth. I was excused from that area and was introduced to paints instead.
Painting was a new thrill for me and is my area of expertise. When I hold a paintbrush, I feel as though I hold the whole world in my fingertips. With each caress of the brush, I release vivid colors and emotion onto a once dull canvas. The scents of the paints dance in the air and as I breathe it in, it stimulates my inner essence. The alluring, vibrant shades flow out of my skin as I dip a brush into the pigments. The colors only exist when a heart is poured into it's work. A true piece of art is colorless unless passion is added. A part of me is released onto the canvas by each stroke of my brush. Every time someone looks at my creation, they are peering into the depths of my soul. I constantly try to perfect my creation; always try to improve of what is there. Once the image is complete, the satisfaction is euphoria seeing something wondrous staring back at me.
I can usually tell by the brush strokes if a person poured their heart onto their work. Take the picture that hangs in my living room for an example. It is a lovely portrait of a landscape from afar. However, when I look up close, I can see that the artist rushed through just to finish and sell his product.
Unfortunately, I have only worked with acrylics meaning that I have to work fast in order to race against time. Otherwise if I do not, the color will dry quickly thus making it difficult to blend colors evenly. Although I must work rather quickly with the paints, it still takes me a good four hours to be pleased with my work. I always repaint everything multiple times to make sure there are no “white spots”. I often went to school early to paint in order to start off a peaceful day. My friends would never go to the art room with me because to them “the stench was unbearable”. I find that statement to be insulting because I love the smell of the oil pastels, acrylics, and oil paints that remain in the air. Stains on my clothes were like a trademark for me. The sensation of cool, slippery pigments on my skin is familiar and delightful. The sound of each brush grazing against the rough white canvas is what I live for.
My parents do not fully realize my passions for art, although my mother is far more understanding than my father is. When she sees one of my drawings or paintings, she admires and showers me with compliments. My father is a bit insensitive about this particular area. Since he is a realist and I am more of an idealist, he scoffs at my love of creativity claiming that I never paint anymore. He does encourage me somewhat, but it is hard to thrive with such little support. When I finish my education in college and settle down, I want to build my own private art studio where I am free to do whatever my heart sings.
Water is a precious source of life, one that we cannot live without. It is among us everywhere even though we might not be able to see it. It resides in the air, trees, vegetation, and in our bodies. It is something that we should never take for granted. We rely on this flowing element heavily for nurturing our crops, to give us the drink of life, and even for just simple amusement. I consider water to be a truly amazing thing. I find myself aggravated at those who take it for granted by wasting water in regular day to day basis. We are in a drought where people need to learn how to conserve water carefully instead of squandering it away frivolously. I think I have a different view on this rejuvenating liquid than most people. I’m sure most people just see it as regular water. Just something that’s nice to drink or to swim in.
Ever since I was young, I have always been fond of the water; to be near it whether it was the ocean, lake, or swimming pool. I would swim for countless hours just enjoying the fluid sensation of the cold water engulfing me. I practically worshiped the Disney movie “The Little Mermaid” when I was around the age of three. My parents grew tired of me complaining to them how I wanted to be a mermaid instead of a person. When I could comprehend that this was an impossible task, I studied things that dwelled in the water instead. Creatures of the water would fascinate me and I wished to be an oceanographer. During nights when we took our annual vacation to the ocean, I would sit on the ocean’s shore just to absorb the tranquil feeling that it gave me. I loved the sound of waves beating in my ears as I watched moon’s effect on the waves. It was the two things I felt most comfortable with: the dark night with the luminous glow of the moon and the soothing lullaby of the gentle waves.
The season that I am most content with is winter. The fresh, brisk air that fills my lungs awakens my spirit. It is delightful to take a slow walk through the crystalized version of water called snow. When we visted the state Wisconsin, I was thrilled when I my eyes first saw snow. It was like little frozen diamonds floating in the air. I was out until my skin was tinted with a bluish hue. I was saddened when we had to leave to go back to Georgia since I would never see this glorious blanket of water that fell from the heaven above.
I found out later that my main element was water through different tests that I researched. According to this one test I found, the shape of your hand describes what key element you are most comfortable with. When I saw that I was water, I read the personality traits of this element. I found that they were indeed accurate.
Daydreams of water frequently visit me and I often miss the ocean that I was so comfortable with. Just the sheer touch of water sends its ripples down my spine. Water and all of its inhabitants became one of my favorite subjects to draw. I would draw mermaids, water nymphs, and other fantastical creatures that dwelled in my imagination. I also painted a shimmering ocean that has been bathed by the moonlit glow.
Fantasizing of this natural element is still a normal thing for me. On one particular rainy day, I decided to go outside to play in the rain. The rain drops fell on me as I relaxingly laid on the grass. I could feel the cool water trickling down my skin as I daydreamed. I came upon the thought of manipulating water as a mystical power. To have such a unique power that could control water would be astounding. This idea of mine was conjured up before a television show entitled “Avatar: The Last Airbender” was introduced.
In this series, there are people who can “bend” or control their native element. When I saw water bending for the first time, I was absolutely ecstatic. Someone actually had the same idea as me, except they had additional bending with the commonly known four elements. I faithfully watch each new episode when they aired it on television. From then on, I always desired to have the same control for my most cherished element. However, it would be quite a dangerous power since there is water everywhere. I came up with a theory that people who could bend water could also control vegetation and even humans (turns out I was correct in the latest episode). The idea of “blood bending” sounds invigorating but unfortunately; this is truly only a mere fantasy in my mind.
I also wanted to take the form of art called Tai Chi which is beneficial to your health and relaxation. It is a soft type of martial arts which is what I prefer. It is beautiful to look at as well as to feel. When I saw this "Avatar" for the first time, I recognized the tai chi art form they used for water bending. It fit rather well since this fighting style creates a flowing energy and fluid movements that water can easily represent. So now I feel even more determined to learn this ancient form of body art.
Sadly, I haven’t been near the ocean or any other body of water in such a long time. This may sound peculiar to people, but I feel lonesome knowing that this vast body of serenity is at such a great distance. Perhaps one day I will reunite with this aqueous element again; the lost piece of my soul that flows everywhere except back into me.
Ever since I was young, I have always been fond of the water; to be near it whether it was the ocean, lake, or swimming pool. I would swim for countless hours just enjoying the fluid sensation of the cold water engulfing me. I practically worshiped the Disney movie “The Little Mermaid” when I was around the age of three. My parents grew tired of me complaining to them how I wanted to be a mermaid instead of a person. When I could comprehend that this was an impossible task, I studied things that dwelled in the water instead. Creatures of the water would fascinate me and I wished to be an oceanographer. During nights when we took our annual vacation to the ocean, I would sit on the ocean’s shore just to absorb the tranquil feeling that it gave me. I loved the sound of waves beating in my ears as I watched moon’s effect on the waves. It was the two things I felt most comfortable with: the dark night with the luminous glow of the moon and the soothing lullaby of the gentle waves.
The season that I am most content with is winter. The fresh, brisk air that fills my lungs awakens my spirit. It is delightful to take a slow walk through the crystalized version of water called snow. When we visted the state Wisconsin, I was thrilled when I my eyes first saw snow. It was like little frozen diamonds floating in the air. I was out until my skin was tinted with a bluish hue. I was saddened when we had to leave to go back to Georgia since I would never see this glorious blanket of water that fell from the heaven above.
I found out later that my main element was water through different tests that I researched. According to this one test I found, the shape of your hand describes what key element you are most comfortable with. When I saw that I was water, I read the personality traits of this element. I found that they were indeed accurate.
Daydreams of water frequently visit me and I often miss the ocean that I was so comfortable with. Just the sheer touch of water sends its ripples down my spine. Water and all of its inhabitants became one of my favorite subjects to draw. I would draw mermaids, water nymphs, and other fantastical creatures that dwelled in my imagination. I also painted a shimmering ocean that has been bathed by the moonlit glow.
Fantasizing of this natural element is still a normal thing for me. On one particular rainy day, I decided to go outside to play in the rain. The rain drops fell on me as I relaxingly laid on the grass. I could feel the cool water trickling down my skin as I daydreamed. I came upon the thought of manipulating water as a mystical power. To have such a unique power that could control water would be astounding. This idea of mine was conjured up before a television show entitled “Avatar: The Last Airbender” was introduced.
In this series, there are people who can “bend” or control their native element. When I saw water bending for the first time, I was absolutely ecstatic. Someone actually had the same idea as me, except they had additional bending with the commonly known four elements. I faithfully watch each new episode when they aired it on television. From then on, I always desired to have the same control for my most cherished element. However, it would be quite a dangerous power since there is water everywhere. I came up with a theory that people who could bend water could also control vegetation and even humans (turns out I was correct in the latest episode). The idea of “blood bending” sounds invigorating but unfortunately; this is truly only a mere fantasy in my mind.
I also wanted to take the form of art called Tai Chi which is beneficial to your health and relaxation. It is a soft type of martial arts which is what I prefer. It is beautiful to look at as well as to feel. When I saw this "Avatar" for the first time, I recognized the tai chi art form they used for water bending. It fit rather well since this fighting style creates a flowing energy and fluid movements that water can easily represent. So now I feel even more determined to learn this ancient form of body art.
Sadly, I haven’t been near the ocean or any other body of water in such a long time. This may sound peculiar to people, but I feel lonesome knowing that this vast body of serenity is at such a great distance. Perhaps one day I will reunite with this aqueous element again; the lost piece of my soul that flows everywhere except back into me.
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