not about to stop bloggin.

It has been a while, true.

This weekend, I said goodbye to 2 close friends, and welcome home to another. So sad! It's weird because I don't have any school work to do. Finals are over!!! chyea. I don't like doing nothing though, it makes me anxious. So I've been reading, and looking up art. The internet has been my attention seeking-buddy. There's some cool stuff.. but i don't have the artist for them. dig theseee:

TATA for now.

Art makes me thankful for:

GONNA GET REAL WITCHU:


Art, in a lot of ways, was my saving grace. It helped me figure out who I am, and more then that, it gave me confidence.


There I was: 16 years old, my first day of Sophmore year in highschool. I plopped my insecure self down in Ms. Knego's classroom and waited for my first art class to begin. Ms. Knego seemed different then all my other teachers, she was calmer, didn't dye her hair- despite how gray it was. She spoke softly and never raised her voice. She treated every single student the exact same way. I felt at ease in that class. I felt like I belonged in that classroom. Like it's where I should have been all along.


I never thought of myself as a smart or talented person. All of my friends received better grades then me, they were on honor roll and had much better study habits. I always felt like I was behind everyone, always playing catch up, never able to sit down and actually focus on something. My self-esteem was shot, essentially. It didn't help that my sister was an A student, whose hobby was reading and writing. All my cousins were in honor roll or graduating at the top of their class. While I always had a wonderful relationship with my family, I did feel different. I needed somethign else.


Art class was different. While we worked we were allowed to talk, or play music etc. My mind and body was stimulated. I never felt like my attention span was drifting. It was the first time I really put my mind into something. I was allowed to be whatever I wanted to be, do whatever I wanted to do. Art class was a place people didnt judge you on how "smart" you were, or how popular you were, how you dressed, etc. And it turns out-- I was good at it! I could draw, I "had a steady hand and a eye for color and shape..." Ms. Knego would tell me. My confidence was up, and I was rolling with it.


By the time I was in my senior studio art class I was convinced I wanted to go to school for art. My teacher told me I should also. I remember I was working on my portfolio for college and my friends would come over and hang out with me while I was drawing. It impressed them. I felt like people had a new found respect for me, I was in my niche and doing what I was good at. My identity was coming together, and I was excited for what the rest of my life had in store. 


So, ART, I thank you. You made me an artist.