The Beginning of My Art

My love and enjoyment of art came about by accident. When I was in the seventh grade I was mistakenly put into an advance art class. I had never taken an art class in my life. I tried to get out of it, but this was the only class that would work with my schedule, so I was stuck. I figured I would make the best of it and just do the best that I could, how hard could it be. Well, I would soon find out that there would be nothing easy about this class. I remember feeling so intimidated by all the other students, it was like they were just born with a great talent and it came to them so effortlessly. Unfortunately, for me I had to work very hard just to keep up. I can not even remember the number of times I had to draw a ping pong ball to practice shadowing. Everyday I would go to class draw a ping pong ball, shade in the shadow, and bring it to my art teacher; and everyday she would say try again. The day I finally got this right was one of the best days I had in middle school. Finally, I could move on to something else. I am writing all this to say that art did not come easily and I had to work at it; but all the hard work made me enjoy it even more. I realized that I enjoyed drawing, creating, and observing. This was a way for me to interpret the world around me. I also love the challenge of being inspired by something, coming up with how you want to interpret this in your head, and then figuring out how you are going to create your interpretation into a tangible piece. So, this is how it all started, and after that art class in middle school, I was hooked.