My artsy side

When I was younger, about seven years old, I took an art class in Korea with my brother and his friends. It was a fun class but it was a little bit scary. I had to go down this big staircase to the basement level and walk around to the back where there was small door. Upon opening the door, my classroom was brightly lit but I kept thinking why it was in the basement. Our teacher was a woman and the class was kind of fun. It had levels of different techniques you can learn, starting with free drawing. Later, teacher made suggestions of what we should draw. Sometimes, we even had quizzes on color identification. That might sound easy but each quiz had about 40 different paint colors to identify.  I was pretty good at that. Since our class was small, we often got to go outside to draw and sketch.  Maybe that was the start of my interest in drawing and painting.

Even though I didn’t take another art class until this past summer, my interest grew. So, this past summer, I had a chance to take another art class. It was a lot different from the class I took when I was seven. First, the teacher was a man; second my classroom was on the second floor, not a scary basement. Everyone in this class was so good. It was a humbling experience. There was one girl, my age in the class. And she was a fabulous artist. She did a painting of a puppy that was so good that it looked so real. And she was not happy with it. As a matter effect, the teacher told her she could do better. I had to push my mouth closed. I felt a little uncomfortable because she was so good.  But I worked hard in the class, I learned a lot and I was happy with some of the drawings I made. I decided to continue my work in painting and drawing and make it my summer project. I read some books about the artists, their lives and their techniques.

I would like to take another art class this summer or I can persuade my interest at the high school level.