Hi everyone, this is my first draft of the essay. I have no one near to check any errors, so I'm hoping if you all could help me.
Thanks for your time and I really appriciate it :)
Page 87 of my book is when I was 8 years old, the day I visited an art gallery for the first time of my life.
It is still fresh in my memory. The day my mom drove down the street, with a nervous face.
"Mom, where are we going?' I asked curiously.
She answered with a smile on her face. As soon as I got out of the car, I faced a tall building that looked like it was about to collapse. I started walking into a red bricked wall, where an unwelcoming atmosphere greeted me. Everything seemed unfamiliar and I tried to calm myself down. Despite the fear, however, I told myself to be strong and dared to explore the exhibition. As I bravely marched deeper into the building, I found a crowd surrounding a humongous painting. I have never seen such a big painting with so many detailed brush strokes. It was an abstract painting of which I have never seen before and could not understand. But everyone else in the crowd was amazed. I did not get it. Why are people so amazed by it? It seems like a big picture of a dark, scary, and collection of objects that I did not know. I couldn't describe the picture with my knowledge of words at the time. Neither of the other paintings scared me nor impacted me like this one did. However, I could not erase the painting out of my mind throughout the tour of the exhibition, and it lingered in my mind even when I returned home. I had a strong feeling that I will be fond of this painting in the future. When I got in to my room, the excitement and joy came around. I picked up my crayons and started coloring my "Tom and Jerry" coloring book. Even though it was only a coloring book for age seven to ten, it felt like I was the one who painted that painting that I saw earlier at the art gallery. Coloring with passion with multiple colors, I finished the whole coloring book and fell asleep on the floor. I had the sweetest dream ever, of becoming an artist when I am an adult, with an exhibition of my own.
Thanks again!!!
Thanks for your time and I really appriciate it :)
Page 87 of my book is when I was 8 years old, the day I visited an art gallery for the first time of my life.
It is still fresh in my memory. The day my mom drove down the street, with a nervous face.
"Mom, where are we going?' I asked curiously.
She answered with a smile on her face. As soon as I got out of the car, I faced a tall building that looked like it was about to collapse. I started walking into a red bricked wall, where an unwelcoming atmosphere greeted me. Everything seemed unfamiliar and I tried to calm myself down. Despite the fear, however, I told myself to be strong and dared to explore the exhibition. As I bravely marched deeper into the building, I found a crowd surrounding a humongous painting. I have never seen such a big painting with so many detailed brush strokes. It was an abstract painting of which I have never seen before and could not understand. But everyone else in the crowd was amazed. I did not get it. Why are people so amazed by it? It seems like a big picture of a dark, scary, and collection of objects that I did not know. I couldn't describe the picture with my knowledge of words at the time. Neither of the other paintings scared me nor impacted me like this one did. However, I could not erase the painting out of my mind throughout the tour of the exhibition, and it lingered in my mind even when I returned home. I had a strong feeling that I will be fond of this painting in the future. When I got in to my room, the excitement and joy came around. I picked up my crayons and started coloring my "Tom and Jerry" coloring book. Even though it was only a coloring book for age seven to ten, it felt like I was the one who painted that painting that I saw earlier at the art gallery. Coloring with passion with multiple colors, I finished the whole coloring book and fell asleep on the floor. I had the sweetest dream ever, of becoming an artist when I am an adult, with an exhibition of my own.
Thanks again!!!