For as long as I can remember, I have always created worlds of my own. All that was required for me to create these universes was a piece of paper and a pencil. As I grew up, I discovered that drawing wasn’t just a hobby of mine, but a solace when I felt the world crumble beneath me. This comfort would only evolve and I would eventually find a new joy in my art that would forever change the way I viewed my work and talent. This realization is what lead me to the decision that being an artist is what I love and it’s what I need to do to remain happy.
I have endured a few hardships in my life, such as being bullied, living with a single parent and extreme loneliness, yet I have managed to turn those problems into something positive. As an artist,
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This was also the time when I struggled a bit in school and back home, causing a lot of sorrow to fill my life. Because of this, I always had my sketchbook in hand, ready for its pages to open the portal to a world where I am able to fix all of my problems. I found myself drawing at any and every moment that I could and others around me began to take notice. They began to complement me on my work, saying that I had quite the talent for a girl my age. This helped boost my self-esteem not only as an artist but as a person, I began to find value in myself with the help of the one thing I discovered I was good …show more content…
Not only did I severely underestimated the work needed for it, but I didn’t understand how valuable the effort I put in was. The deadlines, staying late after school to complete tasks, having to be patient while working with other staff members; all of these things were some of the many demanding duties I faced. They felt like burdens, forced labor, and soon my art felt like this too. I no longer drew for my own content, I drew just to get an “A” in a class. No person should have to view the one thing they felt the most passionate about as a task. Losing that impulse to create things that I love caused me a long period of artist block; where I just about stopped drawing