Thursday, August 2, 2012


                                                              How does art choreograph my life?

Since I can remember I’ve always loved the smell of crayons! I think any kid would too. But the thing is I still love the smell of crayons! I’m not the only one in my family that has this creativity burning inside. Most of my family almost all has an artistic advantage. My dad he was in a band also he is an artist by his own time. Meaning that he draws only when he wants, not when you tell him to. All my brothers and my one sister, we all draw and create things with our hands. I think I was very blessed to grow up in a family that has so much imagination and creativity. The way that my families creative side had an impact on my life, is that there was never a wrong in anything that I made growing up. There was always a go do more and that’s great! That feeling of even if it’s bad go try again and again. thats basically were it started for me. I was a natural born artist. literally!

                My older brother and me we grew up one year apart from each other. We were always so close, even now we still are. He helped me improve my drawing abilities and myself growth as a person. My art would have never improved, grown on its own if he was never there with me. As you can tell from the picture he is also an artist. He’s my favorite artist in secret. He already works for a company that has grown and is growing. He does incredible things with a pencil. A lot of my inspiration to pursue my art comes from watching him. He struggles every day trying to work in that kind of industry, and he’s always telling me if you love something don’t be scared to go get it. You are the only person who can keep you from what you want in life. we watch documentories about art, we go looking for street art when we come across it. its a bond.

                The way my art effects my life, is that I’ve grown up with so little that it makes me want to accomplish so much. I want to be able to wake up every morning, tired and mad wanting to go back to sleep, but being happy because I know what I will be doing that day will be what I love to do.  I want to be able to give back to those who gave me so much. To show the ones who said I couldn’t do it, that I did. To make those who believed in me proud. it motivation that shapes my art. to constantly want more for my self, and for others.

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