FRO 2012: BWA

In all stages of my life, art has played a significant role in helping me in so many ways– in expressing my feelings or thoughts, understanding concepts, or simply enjoying what is presented to me, the list goes on. As a child up to the middle of high school, drawing played a tremendous part in my life. Well, sure other kids drew their house with a tree next to it on command or they doodled in their notebooks, and I confess that I did the same. But, as narcissistic as it may seem, I felt like I had a deeper connection with art, specifically drawing, at a younger age. Geometric shapes used to and still do intrigue me in their most basic forms, they were simplistic yet vehicles for so much more. Drawing with a pencil in my hand literally soothed me, so I couldn’t stop my wrist from viciously sliding and rotating from point to point. No blank canvas was safe from me. Even my school desk was such a nightmare that I can not even visually fathom it anymore, they were absolutely enveloped in that soft graphite color so that it was hard to even see a tinge of that beige desk color anymore. It was so bad that teachers would have to purchase an alcoholic solvent or something to wipe it down because an eraser was easily out of the question. But, fortunately for me, all that meant was that they gave me a new canvas to work with. This drawing stage lasted for quite a while although the desk drawing habit stopped abruptly after my middle school mentioned that they really did not appreciate it. Although the drawings were not exactly sophisticated in any way, it is to blame for leading me into so many directions like photography, graphic design, painting, and animation that allowed me to express myself and to enjoy myself on heights that could not be achieved in any other way.