After a traumatic experience, it is only natural that one changes. In Laurie Halse Anderson’s “Speak”, many characters gradually transform back to the people they were before a major event. The growth is evident , Whether it be through artistic expression, determination, or speaking.
Throughout my education, I have learned about many historical events, heroes, and social issues within history. As I got older, I started to realize that many of my textbooks seemed to repeat the same stories. I decided to visit the Alamo museum in San Antonio, Texas, and take note of the master narratives and the counter narratives being represented in the museum about this significant event.
The citizens of Pleasantville either embraced or denied change. Those who reacted positively to the changes occurring in Pleasantville grew happier and experienced a physical change in the form of gaining color. The individuals who openly denied the changes occurring in Pleasantville remained stagnant. These individuals, the mayor for example, grew unhappy and prevented the Pleasantville community from flourishing.
Out of the three activities I participate in at Anson High School, the National Art Honor Society would be one that has impacted me the most. When I was first put into the art class my sophomore year, I tried my hardest to drop the course. The reason being is because I knew for a fact I would not be able to fully enjoy the course with my lack of artistic skills. After being in the class for a month and completing my first art assignment, I realized how much talent I actually do possess. A passion for art was quickly created over the course of time. At the end of the course, my art teacher handed me a letter that congratulated me on being accepted into the National Art Honor Society. I felt like I have accomplished something big after reading
David Hockney has greatly contributed to the art world through his unique artistic vision. Although he is known for his strong opinions about photography, he transformed a medium he dismissed as limited. Hockney viewed photography purely as a mechanical copy. He saw the medium as not being able to express anything beyond what was photographed. Photography in Hockney’s opinion could not lead the viewer to a new form of thought as compared to a medium like painting. His criticism of the medium did not discourage him from finding different uses for photography. His accidental creation of the joiner technique created moving images. Instead of taking one shot, he would take consecutive
Similar to other immigrants my family history is somewhat compelling. Starting with my grandfather who was exiled out of Egypt in 1959 primarily as a result of the "decolonization process and the rise of Egyptian nationalism”, my immediate family and I also left France in 2004 as a result of rising tension against Jews. The migration of my grandparents and parents, from a young age, cultivated a sense of determination in me to overcome obstacles. Arriving in Miami at age 5, I had to learned my third language, English, in order to attend school. I was determined to and successfully lost my accent and got tested into the gifted program after a year of school. This determination has continued through high school where I was accepted into the Scholars Academy.
In first grade we had to draw a picture of what we would be doing 20 years from then. We had to draw what job we would have, what our hair would look like, what we would be wearing, and I chose to draw a picture of me drawing a picture. As a first grader I knew that my future would mirror what I was doing in that exact moment; I would still have curly hair, and I would still be an artist. Loudly proclaiming that I was going to be an artist when I grew up was ok in elementary school, but at the end of middle school it was often challenged with “but what are you really going to be?” The simple thought that I really couldn’t want to just be an artist confused me more than it embarrassed me, but it embarrassed me enough to
One great notion I have developed over the years is that every human has gone through some meaning experiences in his/her life that he/ she can identify with when such experience is depicted through an artwork, painting, photography, or any form of media. After coming in contact with Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother, 1936, artwork (fig 4.151), I feel more connected to this artwork because it speaks directly to me and draws my attention to my personal life experience. This artwork is more of Leo Tolstoy’s definition of art that views art from a social prospective. Lange’s Migrant Mother artwork shows a mother’s strength and determination in the time of extreme need. Observing this artwork, we can conclude that the there’s always a strong, natural
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4. Grant was the best of friend anyone could have. He loved sports and sitting next to me on the bus. We got on the bus and on the way to school.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at the Kaneland Mcdole Elementary School, I made a decision to protect my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4. Grant was the best of friend anyone could have. He loved sports and sitting next to me on the bus. We got on the bus and on the way to school.
Growing up in Indonesia, it was very tough because my parents did not have great jobs and couldn’t provide food to the table every day but they worked and tried their hardest. Everyone in Indonesia dreams of coming to America because it is the land of opportunities, however, coming to America is not an easy process. In Indonesia, there wasn’t a public school system so the only form of education was through private school, which was highly inaccessible to many due to the high costs. Luckily, I received the opportunity to come to the United States and I never took that for granted because I saw how bad conditions can really be in less fortunate countries. I arrived to the states when I was 5 and enrolled in elementary school. On my first day of school, I was terrified because I knew no English, everyone looked different, and I didn't know anyone. It was very hard to make friends because I didn't understand what they said and I couldn't communicate with them.
I am Iran Munoz-Montoya. I was supposed to be writing something about me that made me want to be who I am today; something that appeals to colleges. All I know is that I am who I am because of my parents. They had me a year before they graduated high school. My mother came from Juarez and my father came from Cuauhtémoc legally, but stayed here illegally. Illegal’s came here for a better education, and the best education my parents thought they could receive was graduating high school. After high school, they had nothing left but to work; their plans were to have a baby after they graduated. Things did not go this way, and instead my mother was pregnant her junior year. They didn’t give up though; they both went to school and graduated. They
Being born and raised in a third world country, me and my family didn’t always have everything we wanted nor the opportunity to change our circumstances. Nevertheless, we had each other and we were more than content. My mother had me in her early 20’s and had to work overseas to help provide for our family. My early childhood I was raised by my grandfather and cousins in Manila, Philippines. I later moved in with my mom and step father to America at the age of seven. Exposure to the American culture at a young age I was able to adjust to a memorable childhood, nevertheless, I had to work twice as hard as the other children because English was not my first language. At age eight, I had a preview of hard work, but it did not stop there.
The painter, the photographer, and the sculptor create their joy as if they are a child with a box of crayons. Forged in creativity, their piece growing closer to their heart and the viewers. Art heals, art helps, and art teaches. Without it, we are not human but with it, we can create galaxies. Art’s beneficial impact on communities is evident through effective health treatment, adaptive education, and economic gain.
Whether good or bad, the list of stereotypes for artists never ends. People in the art community however don’t always get a good rep. If someone mentions an artist, one may think of brilliant visionaries like Michelangelo or Van Gogh, but another may think about an unemployed artist trying to sell his/her work on the side of the road. But just because one is unemployed does not make him or her any less brilliant. Usually when kids say they want to be an artist, parents shake their heads and wonder why this could have happened. It is typically most admirable when a teenager decides they want to become something “more successful” like a doctor, or lawyer. Most people don’t seem to realize