Ever since I was a kid art has been a part of my life. I can't say that it has been my only passion but it's the passion that stuck with me wherever I go. Going into my pre-teen years I was placed in private art lessons which now that I think of it, is the reason why I never stopped creating. Thanks to a man named Bob, I have grown into an artist that is proud of their work no matter how imperfect I think it is. Every Wednesday and Friday I would hop in my mom's minivan and drive down to his house where he kept his art studio. He would teach me the right way to draw. Start with the fundamentals and progress from there. He showed me how to shade, choose colors, break down complex objects into shapes, draw a portrait, and most importantly, think outside of the box. I spent four years studying with him and from the day I started he never let me doubt myself. Thanks, Bob!
About Me
Drawing, 2016, “Lindsey, Madelyn, Miranda”
After moving to Colorado for my fist year of high school I was able to dive deeper into my own artistic persona. At times I felt lost and making art was a way for me to block out all of my intrusive thoughts and stay focused on the one thing I knew would keep me happy. After years of practicing fundamentals, I started drawing out of my comfort zone. I experimented with combining abstract with realism as well as a variety of mediums. Though my favorite might always be graphite, I still find excitement in paint, marker, and ink compositions. Even through the craziness of high school, I was able to start building my portfolio, however, I still doubted the level of my artwork. It wasn't until college that I really felt my artwork had a chance of being something larger than a hobby.
Drawing, 2019, “Girl in Hood”
My first three years of college were probably the most beneficial years for me personally and professionally. Originally enrolled as a business student, I quickly learned that economics and supply chain management wasn't for me. At first, I was hesitant to switch my major but I knew that I wouldn't be able to see my true potential if I didn't. I needed to water the seed that I have been growing for the past 7 years. Once the decision was made I found that I had a new sense of drive and completed the most amount of pieces out of any of my previous years. I would work on something in class for 3 hours and then come back later in the night to spend another 5 hours progressing it. I needed to see it grow. From a sketch to an outline, from an outline to a wash, and then from a wash to a completed piece. I found joy in the process even though my back ached, fingers locked, and eyes twitched. There was an indescribable satisfaction when I stepped back and didn't need to change something. If I really think about it, I might say I'm addicted to it The thing is, I'm okay with that.
Drawing, 2019, “Denim”