When I was four years old, my mom bought a low-rising table ridged with lego platforms. I was ecstatic, but not for the reasons you’d think. I eagerly towed the table to the corner of my room, immediately pried off the lego platforms and spilled my crayons and pencils over it, ready to work. I spent hours a day drawing on that table, making my small commitment to the arts.
“How do you get her to sit down and focus for that long?” my mom’s friends would ask.
“Oh believe me, it’s all her,” she’d laugh.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve had laser focus. It was common for me to get so lost in what I was doing I’d forget to eat because I was reading Lord of the Rings till 5am or teaching myself the entirety of Klaus Badelt musical collection on piano.
From that point forward, I’ve channeled all my focus into art. My first pieces were coarse and raw. Loaded with blind enthusiasm and raw emotion, my toddler drawings are still some of my favorite sketches to look back on. I was bad, but I didn’t care. I drew everyday. I filled up piles of sketchbooks. I vandalized the kitchen tables. I provided my family custom-crayon-wallpaper designs, unfamiliar with the word “moderation.”
As I matured, so did my art. I started branching out, experimenting with watercolor, acrylic, and graphite. Oils became my favorite. I joined a painting class in Salt Lake, gladly making the thirty minute commute every Saturday to paint for three hours. Just how I dedicated hours to art by sitting in front of that lego table, I continued to dedicate hours to art taught by teachers and mentors.
When I was sixth grade- old enough to appreciate expensive art supplies, but young enough to not have any money- I started teaching the neighbor kids piano lessons. But no money could compare to the experience Jenny Terry provided me with. We exchanged skills; I taught her daughter piano lessons and Jenny taught me art. To this day she has been one of my biggest inspirations and the most formative teacher I’ve ever had.
Drawing was my earliest passion in life and although I’ve branched out, art is still one of the most powerful forces in my life. I’ve known I want to study art since as long as I can remember, but no matter what field of study I choose, I will always see the world through the eyes of an artist. I will always pay attention to the fine details and textures of trees and the subtle colors shadows produce. I will always doodle on the margins of homework assignments and mentally be at my own lego table hours on end.
Cliche or not I wish to make my mark on the world through the arts. I wish to become like the great artists of our time, yet still remain an individual voice. I believe it is at your university where I can best hone my skills as a creator and develop my artistic voice while contributing to the school’s culture to create an atmosphere of inspiration and originality.