Undergraduate / "Art is my Life"-Autobiographical essay for Buffalo state [2]

Ever since I was 5, and took my first art class I knew I loved art. I was amazed at how I could create something new and beautiful every time my paintbrush reached paper. Even as a kindergartener I knew of nothing that could make me happier.

As the years went by, art became my escape; it filled me up when ever I felt empty. It freed my mind up and made me feel confident of my creativity. I would participate in helping to paint murals in the community and the school. And before I knew it, I was submitting my work in competitions such as the competition for the sate-wide high school directory cover.

Realizing I want to make art for a living has brought me happiness as well as heart aches. And it is for the simple fact that my parents don't consider art-making as a career. My mom displays a vague interest when ever I try to show her my work, and my dad supports me in my career choice but only because he knows I can't imagine myself doing anything else. This creates a gaping hole in my life that I am constantly trying to fill. However, it has created some form of motivation for me because I know that some day I will prove them wrong.

-This is just the beginning, please let me know what you think!