What I Believe About Art

I have a strong desire for art. I enjoy drawing. I enjoy looking at paintings and sculptures. Sometimes, when my mind wanders and I dream about my future life and occupation, I can’t help but dream about being an artist. I become fascinated with the idea of having a studio and painting my living room walls and selling my work for hundreds of dollars. I could teach other people in my studio or in a different building or at a school. I love art, but sometimes I am disappointed that my skill in art is not as grand as my desire.

In my opinion, art is a concept of expression. If you can’t use words, use pictures. Even without the skill, you can pick up a pencil or a paint brush and draw, sketch, doodle, scratch, paint all sorts of things, such as scenery, people, animals, plants, and objects as simple as a box or a star. When you’re bored, do you doodle in the margin of your notebook? I had a terrible habit of doing that, and I once forced myself to not draw on my notes because it looked unprofessional. Some people, for example: my mom, do not like graffiti. I honestly admire graffiti. Okay, not the profane and utterly stupid one-liners you see in the bathroom, but like, the graffiti that actual artists take time in doing on the walls near the side of the road. When I visited the states, like in LA or Boston, I thought the graffiti was spectacular. Being young, I didn’t know what they meant or what the pictures represented, but I was fascinated every time we drove around the cities. When I was reading the Freedom Writers Diary, there was one freedom writer that wrote about his passion for vandalizing the walls on buildings and desks in school. He’d rather draw than study any day. He knew his passion, and he chose doing it over books.

Honestly, I could stare at a painting for a very long time. I would have my glasses or contacts on, sit down or even stand in front of the painting, and run my eyes over the artist’s use of detail. So much time had been set into this piece, and I can’t help but stand back in awe and respect for merely a fraction of the amount of time that the artist worked on it. I respect people who can draw well. I even envy those who do. Even if they deem themselves amateurs, they are much better than I am. An artist knows what he is doing; he I capable of creating the picture in his head and will his hands and wrists to copy the image in his mind.

I believe that art doesn’t have to be on a piece of paper. There is art in nature. Have you ever been so wonderstruck when you walk through a forest, view a sunset, look down from the top of a mountain, or simply glimpse outside your window? Nature is art. I honestly believe that people are a masterpiece themselves. Every piece of art needs an artist, right?