Friday, October 12, 2012

Becoming Me

Friday, the last day of the week. I am so glad it is Friday. Today is day 6 of story week. I hope that you have enjoyed reading my stories.

We all have those moments that make us who we are. Those moments that define us, when you finally realize your gift or calling in life. Today I am going to tell you how I became an artist.

I grew up in an artistic home. My dad really likes to draw and things like that. Well my sister then became interested in art, so I naturally wanted to do art. Because I always had to follow my sister and do my best to be better than her. Growing up my dad would always give me drawing books to help me learn. I began to draw all the time. In the 6th grade is when things really hit for me. I met a friend that became very close and she loved to draw. She pushed me to be better and try different things. My freshman year I took my very first art class. I learned so much that year, and my teacher told me that I had natural talent. That gave me confidence. That year I did my fist painting, and boy did I love to paint. The feeling I would get when I would paint. It was and is now like I am in a different world. Everything goes away other than me and the painting. It is a feeling that comes only when things mean a lot to me or I really enjoy them. Throughout high school my art career just grew. My sophomore year I had my first art show, and I sold every painting I had for sale. I was barely 16 years old. My junior year I didn't do as much artwork as I would have liked, but I did a fair amount. Nothing super special happened that year with art. Senior year, things really took off. My paintings were going everywhere, from place to place from competitions to shows. It was stressful but also very fun. When I draw or paint I feel like a different person, and when I create something it shows a different side of me that is shown no where else but my work. After things are finished I always go back and think, this started out blank and I made it into this. It always stuns me, even if the work isn't very good. I love that feeling, and I love being an artist. Art is my life and my true expression.

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