Loving Art
Art has captivated me since early childhood. From my first macaroni and glue project to my most recent attempts at anatomical studies, art has grown from a mild interest to an integral part of what defines me. The constant challenge of updating and improving technique and styles, as well as continuously finding new inspiration, has always brought me deep satisfaction. I can still vividly remember the precise moment when art really came into my life. It first piqued my interest while I was a primary student in New Jersey. I was sitting at my table, visibly grumpy, while the other children cheerily threw paste and pasta onto a sheet of poster paper. I had just finished my macaroni man, but instead of proudly wanting to show it to the teacher, I sat there confused. I intuitively knew there was something more to art than that. However, for the next few months, this was the caliber of work that was expected of us. I asked the teacher if I could do something else, something harder, but she merely smiled and told me my macaroni project looked "pretty". It was obvious, even to a child like me, that I would not get help with my newfound interest. At that moment, I found my resolve. If I were to progress, it would have to be
After a year of searching, they found Guy Dorian, a professional comic book illustrator, to train me. For the first time in my life, I became cognizant that only through hard work and dedication could I ever achieve anything meaningful-and for the first time in my life, I wanted more than ever to do so. I still feel some of the burning passion from my childhood whenever I draw, but for the interim the steady flames have receded into mere glowing embers. He is an outgoing person with a great sense of humor - and can work wonders with lead or ink. My interests branched out into other areas, and soon I found my dedication to art faltering. After my third year in Beijing, I moved back to New Jersey for a year of private schooling. I started to draw all the time, whenever and wherever I could. Lee, would be my first true art teacher. , I would look to these greats for inspiration, and to Mr. Now, I wanted my art grounded in reality. By now my parents were taking my all-consuming hobby fairly seriously. Unlike countless other fleeting childhood interests, art stayed with me.
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