Visual Observation

I sat cross-legged on the soft rug adorning my bedroom floor, assessing the blank canvas before me. My paints lay scattered all around me in no pattern at all, strewn across the floor like leaves gracefully dropped from a maple tree in October. The white face of the canvas whispered countless ideas in my ear, and intricate designs flew across my vision. They fought each other for attention before my mind settled on the one that spoke to me most. I quickly studied the spectrum of paints at my disposal before I selected a few and squeezed them onto a palette. Using a brush, I began to lay down colors strategically onto my canvas, watching my vision unfold itself before my eyes. The paint arced across the surface, as stark against the white material …show more content…
I feel it in my heart: the way the colors complement each other and contrast in such beautiful ways. In school, art classes were always my favorite part of the day. I hungered for more to learn and more skills to acquire. My whole life, I’ve been sensitive to the colors that surround me. I feel as if colors and shapes are a language of sorts, and I possess the ability to translate them to the rest of the world through my art. Though I can naturally interpret colors, I am always in need of more ways to express them. I observe the world around me as it turns to its own rhythm. I study the way people move and the way nature interacts with its surroundings, and I learn from the things I see. In school, I took classes that taught me new mediums and new skills. I used the internet to teach myself skills I could not adequately learn through school. I broadened my horizons and added new tools to my belt so that I could express myself in even more ways. I learned to go beyond simply drawing with a pencil; I could paint and sculpt and work digitally as well. I can speak the language of shapes and colors more fluently, and I hope to hone these skills even more in my future to convey messages clearly through