All applicants: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
In their old age, my grandparents can still recall the days when they would watch over me whilst my parents were away at work. There were never any kids my age in my neighborhood, so I would always seek ways in which I could entertain myself. On rainy days, my grandfather would sit down with me and we would draw pictures together of people in the family. And on days when the sun shone, he would spend time on his garden, whilst I wandered around on my purple rollerblades and a piece of chalk in my hand, ready to create my own little masterpiece on the sidewalk until the day that the rain would come again and wash it away. Starting from an early age, I have always had a passion for art, a talent in which later on, taught me more than just the proper techniques on how to hold a pencil or paintbrush.
I took my first official art class at the beginning of freshman year. I recall shyly walking through a brick alleyway laced with ivy, my footsteps echoing as I clutched onto my newly bought sketchpad and art pencils. A gold sign hung from the top that read "Art Academia." At first slightly intimidated, my perspective completely changed upon opening that ivory door. The room itself had its own brilliance to it: the sun shone through the windows, illuminating the dazzling works of art that hung on the walls, stood on the shelves, and on the easels of the other students, who just like me, took interest in the fascinating world of self-expression. Since my first day there, every Friday at four thirty became the highlight of my week. I could continue on for the whole two-hour class period drawing, painting, even as the teacher called for our fifteen minute break. I liked the idea of recreating plain, everyday objects, and turning them into works of art.
After a few months however, due to my family's financial issues, my parents were forced to withdraw me from the class. Though my stay there may have been short-lived, I didn't let that discourage me. And though I may no longer have had that special working desk, easel, and that same unique, magical environment, I still never put my pencil down. For me, art is not just two dimensional; it transforms, inspires, and speaks.
From then on, I realized something. Art is not just about the finished product, but about the endurance of getting there, to that last stroke of the paintbrush. Every masterpiece starts with an idea or a dream, and from there, it manifests itself into a goal, in which to get there requires endless streams of passion and dedication. In my younger years, I would stare upon the works in a museum in disbelief that such great artists can spend lifetimes on their works of art. Nowadays, I look upon these great works of art with appreciation and realize the infinite possibilities that life presents us with, in which there is no time for either hesitation or fear.