Art. Being able to express myself. That is what I am most thankful for outside the realm of family and social anythings. I've always been the one to express myself. In middle school, it was writing. 8th grade I got into photography and "film" making. I carried my tiny pocket camera around school most days and took pictures and funny videos of my friends. I could probably dig some old ones up. High school I got into more hands on forms of art as a hobby but I continued to take photos and record everything. We used to schedule photo shoots after musical practice for fun. That was my life. Always creating. I went to college thinking I wanted to be a biology teacher but as soon as I failed that first biology class, I was forced to think and reevaluate myself and what I wanted. I wanted to do something with art. I had to explore. I signed up for a drawing class and that was my first formal art class since Art 1 in high school. The next semester, I changed my major and signed up for the art classes I needed. As hyper critical as I was about my art projects, I was proud of what I'd done. I was in my element. I wasn't a fish out of water. I began my photography journey officially last year September during my art semester with my first official shoot being my sister-in-law's and NOW brother-in-law's engagement photos. From then on, I began getting attention for my work. At school, I entered the art show. Mind you, this was the first time I had ever done a conceptual piece and the first time I had even entered a contest/showcase. I was praying that my work would pass the pre-judging and get INTO the showcase. I was so happy to see my work up, it was insane happiness. The morning after the award ceremony (I did not attend) I walked right past my work and went into the classroom. I was proud but was sure I did not place. It was my first time after all. My teacher handed me an envelope and I was utterly confused. I placed third.
I entered the art show the next semester but unfortunately did not place. I was still so happy to pass pre-judging and see my work on the walls in the fine arts building. It's a great feeling.
Here is some of my old drawings and photos I found when I was packing up my room for our big move!
Whatever your passion is, don't let it go. Feed it your time and your heart. You'll never regret it as long as it keeps you happy and living life colorfully.
Excuse my posting on Friday, I completely forgot about my Tuesday posts!
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