I have always created artwork. Whether it be simple little crafts in kindergarten or a complex painting that takes weeks to complete, art has always been everywhere around me in all sorts of ways.
My painting journey began when I was around seven years old, and my mom had decided to have me sign up for private art lessons with a woman we knew from our church. She has been an artist for years, and her home is filled with masterpieces that she has created over the years. I don’t remember much of the first few lessons I had with her, but I still have some of the first paintings I made, the very first painting I had created with her guidance being a big, bright red ladybug standing on a small section of grass. I faintly remember how proud of myself I had been when the painting was finally completed despite its many flaws, and that painting had inspired me to keep on painting, even when I had been confident enough to attempt at making some sort of painting or picture on my own with no one’s help.
Very slowly, I became better and better at painting until, for a reason I can’t remember, my art teacher had decided to stop taking the art lessons. Despite the setbacks in my painting journey, I had decided to do my best on my own, along with doing my best in the art class that had been offered as a special in elementary school.
During middle school, I decided to attend the Crest Academy, which had an art class led by a local artist. She was a big inspiration for me and had helped me grow even stronger as an artist by introducing several different kinds of art techniques to me that I had never thought of using before, like using all sorts of recycled materials and trash to create statues.
During sixth grade, a new art class was introduced, led by another local artist who also worked as a graphic designer. His class was also a big inspiration for me because he mainly focused on drawing, which I had not spent a lot of time working on since I had been so invested in painting and using watercolor and acrylics. He had a lot of inspiring stories to tell us about his art journey, and he taught me a lot about how to become a better artist when it came to drawing, and even inspired me to want a career as a graphic designer.
After middle school, my mom had brought up the woman I had taken classes with when I was in elementary school, saying how she was still offering lessons. I gladly took up the opportunity to take lessons from her again, and, thanks to her, I have achieved a lot of difficult challenges that I thought would take years for me to overcome.
Unfortunately, her lessons have recently had to come to a temporary stop due to health issues in her family. I am hoping that the health in her family will return, and that I will be able to take more fun and exciting lessons with my old art teacher. Art has always been, and will continue to be, a very important part of my life.
