Falling in love with art, as it has always loved me. As long as I can remember art has been a way of escape for me. It’s the one area where you can allow your imagination to run wild. Despite the fact that art has loved me through and through, I must admit that there were times that I pulled away from it thinking another path would suit me better. While attending college I was struck with medical issues involving my hands, and I thought my artistic abilities were over. As I tried to hang on to my craft the more it felt impossible for me to pursue a career in art. I had to drop class after class causing myself to fall more and more into a downward spiral. I began to lose faith in myself. So I decided to pursue another path, which in turn God made it very clear that it wasn’t for me. I went ahead and took my associate’s degree because I had made up in my mind that I had come too far to just end things. I took a break to find out what it was that Melody could do without being in pain. However, I became less worried about my passion and more worried about how much money I would make with a degree in the medical field. I knew I wasn’t fit …show more content…
The goal was to help second generation Latino children speak and read in Spanish. However, the things I received from this experience was that my 8 year old student held on to everything I told him. He had to read me a story and draw something from the book that he learned every time we met, and I remember giving him one critique about the way he held his pencil. After that one critique, he remembered it every time he had to draw a picture. There was a time when I began to help him draw something and I held the pencil in an odd position he quickly replied, “No that’s not how you said an artist draws.” I laughed so hard that I couldn’t think of a