What do you wonder about, ponder, or wish you knew more about that isn't within your intended field of study?
Would you ever be willing to put everything else on hold to satisfy your curiosity?
300 words
A bead of sweat dripping down my face, my heart beating fast as glossy pages and neon colors surround me. A crazed look appears in my eyes as I take scissors in hand and begin collaging. Yes, it may seem like a high-risk hobby, but its one that allows me to express myself when nothing else can. I come from a family of artists and have always found joy in creating visual expressions of my intangible feelings.
Whether I have the time to hone my mechanical artistic skills or not I find that art is a part of my life. Each time my mom completes a painting she brings me into her studio to analyze the color, composition, and overall impression of the piece. Although I often sacrificed my desire to pursue more academic classes, my exposure to art allowed me to see the beauty of the world around me.
My Grandpa, however, never lost hope. Each birthday present always had a set of pastels or brushes so I could continue my practice of art. My Grandpa was fond of sketching me and my brothers and though he is gone, his images remain, preserving behind glass frames the meticulous effort and endless love he had for art. His simple brushstrokes could mean a lash of anger or a gentle admiration. Now adventures to museums seem more personal as I question what the painter or sculptor was feeling while working on a piece.
I have always had a dream to study art history, although my intended field of study is international relations. Each piece of art tells a story and it is an art historian's job to find it. To be immersed in a world of ambiguity in art would be a curiosity worth satiating.
Would you ever be willing to put everything else on hold to satisfy your curiosity?
300 words
A bead of sweat dripping down my face, my heart beating fast as glossy pages and neon colors surround me. A crazed look appears in my eyes as I take scissors in hand and begin collaging. Yes, it may seem like a high-risk hobby, but its one that allows me to express myself when nothing else can. I come from a family of artists and have always found joy in creating visual expressions of my intangible feelings.
Whether I have the time to hone my mechanical artistic skills or not I find that art is a part of my life. Each time my mom completes a painting she brings me into her studio to analyze the color, composition, and overall impression of the piece. Although I often sacrificed my desire to pursue more academic classes, my exposure to art allowed me to see the beauty of the world around me.
My Grandpa, however, never lost hope. Each birthday present always had a set of pastels or brushes so I could continue my practice of art. My Grandpa was fond of sketching me and my brothers and though he is gone, his images remain, preserving behind glass frames the meticulous effort and endless love he had for art. His simple brushstrokes could mean a lash of anger or a gentle admiration. Now adventures to museums seem more personal as I question what the painter or sculptor was feeling while working on a piece.
I have always had a dream to study art history, although my intended field of study is international relations. Each piece of art tells a story and it is an art historian's job to find it. To be immersed in a world of ambiguity in art would be a curiosity worth satiating.