I dream that one day my art will hang in every major art museum in the world. It is a dream most people don't understand. They ask "what's so good about having your art on a wall?" For a long time I had no answer. However, I refused to lose hope. Hence I retreated into my own world of art where I found the answer to the question.
Art is special. It may not fight crime, cure diseases, or create world peace, but for me it does much for my soul. When I create a piece of art, I feel like I'm dancing, the canvas being the dance floor and my partner the brush. Doing nothing else gives me such ecstasy as making art, as seeing an idea given life on a canvas. What is my garage turns into a studio and the easel not only supports my painting but also my dream of becoming famous. All it takes is some paint and a little imagination.
Sometimes, It is painful to have my dream. People think I want to become an artist so I can take the easy way out in life, so I don't have to take all the hard classes in college. I invite those people to fill my shoes for one day. I would like them to experience art school for one day, and then tell me I am taking the easy way out. Art is not an easy way out. I t is a hard way in and hard way out.
I think I love art for the way it inspires me. It dominates my every sense. I view the world through artistic lenses. I often find myself thinking of how I can portray an emotion I just saw or how similar that sunlight in late afternoons is to Hopper's sunlight. Every time I see a blank space, I wonder what kinds of colors and designs I can fill it with. Such thoughts keep my dream alive, despite the criticism I receive.
Sure art may not be a financially safe career. But who cares. I have a dream and I want to follow it until I achieve it. And even if that means living under a bridge, so be it. As I become more and more serious about being a professional artist, I begin to ask myself the same question skeptics ask me "what's so good about having you art on a wall?" Now I understand. Now I know why. Because it means I made it, I finally made it.
Art is special. It may not fight crime, cure diseases, or create world peace, but for me it does much for my soul. When I create a piece of art, I feel like I'm dancing, the canvas being the dance floor and my partner the brush. Doing nothing else gives me such ecstasy as making art, as seeing an idea given life on a canvas. What is my garage turns into a studio and the easel not only supports my painting but also my dream of becoming famous. All it takes is some paint and a little imagination.
Sometimes, It is painful to have my dream. People think I want to become an artist so I can take the easy way out in life, so I don't have to take all the hard classes in college. I invite those people to fill my shoes for one day. I would like them to experience art school for one day, and then tell me I am taking the easy way out. Art is not an easy way out. I t is a hard way in and hard way out.
I think I love art for the way it inspires me. It dominates my every sense. I view the world through artistic lenses. I often find myself thinking of how I can portray an emotion I just saw or how similar that sunlight in late afternoons is to Hopper's sunlight. Every time I see a blank space, I wonder what kinds of colors and designs I can fill it with. Such thoughts keep my dream alive, despite the criticism I receive.
Sure art may not be a financially safe career. But who cares. I have a dream and I want to follow it until I achieve it. And even if that means living under a bridge, so be it. As I become more and more serious about being a professional artist, I begin to ask myself the same question skeptics ask me "what's so good about having you art on a wall?" Now I understand. Now I know why. Because it means I made it, I finally made it.