I find solace in any form of art. When my fingers glide across velvety clay on a spinning wheel, I'm reminded that I'm the architect of my life. As I make the decision between acrylic and oil paint, I stress on the importance of versatility. While I painstakingly create a henna design on my Aunt's palm, I understand the value of wholehearted hard work and patience.
I cherish the connection made when I gift someone a piece of art. Creating for others requires insightful deduction. This quality gave me an epiphany which changed the way I saw myself. I was often tempted to download TV shows in order to escape the dilemma of being left out in a society where teens talk about the enigmas of Breaking Bad 30% of the time. But as my zeal for creating flourished, it dawned on me that we humans are pieces of art. The wondrous mechanism of the heart is ingenious craftsmanship; the mother transferring her genes to her child is not unlike the artist transferring thoughts to a canvas; my dear friends who unknowingly inspire their own gifts are works of art themselves. No one should change to be accepted; I now see that originality is vital not only in artwork but also in people.
Ever since I could hold a pencil, I've lost myself in the endless world of art. I trust that it'll be a lifelong teacher, as well as a source of pleasure and satisfaction.
I'm unsure about this essay because most essays I see are about equality, discrimination etc. Help!
I cherish the connection made when I gift someone a piece of art. Creating for others requires insightful deduction. This quality gave me an epiphany which changed the way I saw myself. I was often tempted to download TV shows in order to escape the dilemma of being left out in a society where teens talk about the enigmas of Breaking Bad 30% of the time. But as my zeal for creating flourished, it dawned on me that we humans are pieces of art. The wondrous mechanism of the heart is ingenious craftsmanship; the mother transferring her genes to her child is not unlike the artist transferring thoughts to a canvas; my dear friends who unknowingly inspire their own gifts are works of art themselves. No one should change to be accepted; I now see that originality is vital not only in artwork but also in people.
Ever since I could hold a pencil, I've lost myself in the endless world of art. I trust that it'll be a lifelong teacher, as well as a source of pleasure and satisfaction.
I'm unsure about this essay because most essays I see are about equality, discrimination etc. Help!