jeffoh93
Jan 31, 2015
Undergraduate / Nursing my way back to school - University of Washington Transfer Personal Statement [3]
New Version (Unfinished)
Good design has to do more than just meticulously shaping the outside; rather it has useful attributes and thoughtfulness that make it a work of art that I truly is. For years, I was left unaware of my approach to design classes giving only minimal effort as possible. During my time at Bellevue College, interior design was the first major that captured my interest, and the classes were fun and relatively easy. Yet despite the commendations from professors and peers, I was not really a dedicated student. It was the lack of passion in me; it did speed up the process, but I did not gain much else.
It took me a while to realize that I am indeed a student of art. Willing to change my perspective, I humbled myself thought back of my past.
I had a keen interest in cars and buildings since childhood. Other than playing with conventional Pokémon cards and airsoft guns with my neighborhood friends, playing my own game of city building was my favorite playtime activity. By gathering up every type of toy that I had, and making them into a miniature town, it was a proud achievement and a magnificent sight worthy for a picture on the fridge.
I would explain to you that those matchbox cars were roaming on the cardboard street while the Lego people walked alongside them. Sometimes, I would imagine the town had hills. To make them, my emptied out Lego boxes were put closed side up, and then by placing the street which was a linear foldable hardcover book, it was complete.
My parents encouraged me to do what I love doing even later in my teen years, though I found my interest disappearing fast. My mother would advise me to become an architect reflecting on my childhood, but I resisted stating new hobbies and pursuing them such as music production and various sport activities. Also, the complete lack of design courses led me to think realistically about becoming a designer or architect.
Until college arrives, taking an art class was my only option to have a creative output and I naturally became very focused on my projects. For the final, every piece was to follow certain theme that we could choose. Most of my artworks turned out as city skylines, vintage art deco buildings and cars, and ancient roman structures. Personally, it was embarrassing when I could not compete on an artistic level of detail. With more organic and natural with sceneries of forests and human figures rather than buildings and cars, I really wanted to pursue design instead of art.
New Version (Unfinished)
Good design has to do more than just meticulously shaping the outside; rather it has useful attributes and thoughtfulness that make it a work of art that I truly is. For years, I was left unaware of my approach to design classes giving only minimal effort as possible. During my time at Bellevue College, interior design was the first major that captured my interest, and the classes were fun and relatively easy. Yet despite the commendations from professors and peers, I was not really a dedicated student. It was the lack of passion in me; it did speed up the process, but I did not gain much else.
It took me a while to realize that I am indeed a student of art. Willing to change my perspective, I humbled myself thought back of my past.
I had a keen interest in cars and buildings since childhood. Other than playing with conventional Pokémon cards and airsoft guns with my neighborhood friends, playing my own game of city building was my favorite playtime activity. By gathering up every type of toy that I had, and making them into a miniature town, it was a proud achievement and a magnificent sight worthy for a picture on the fridge.
I would explain to you that those matchbox cars were roaming on the cardboard street while the Lego people walked alongside them. Sometimes, I would imagine the town had hills. To make them, my emptied out Lego boxes were put closed side up, and then by placing the street which was a linear foldable hardcover book, it was complete.
My parents encouraged me to do what I love doing even later in my teen years, though I found my interest disappearing fast. My mother would advise me to become an architect reflecting on my childhood, but I resisted stating new hobbies and pursuing them such as music production and various sport activities. Also, the complete lack of design courses led me to think realistically about becoming a designer or architect.
Until college arrives, taking an art class was my only option to have a creative output and I naturally became very focused on my projects. For the final, every piece was to follow certain theme that we could choose. Most of my artworks turned out as city skylines, vintage art deco buildings and cars, and ancient roman structures. Personally, it was embarrassing when I could not compete on an artistic level of detail. With more organic and natural with sceneries of forests and human figures rather than buildings and cars, I really wanted to pursue design instead of art.