College Admissions Essay: The Art Of Drawing

I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. I honestly don't remember a time I didnt draw. But if I had to take my best guess, it would probably be around when I was four to five years old. I can remember being in kindergarten and whenever we had free time, the first thing I would do is get out a marker, colored pencils, and some paper and start drawing away. Of course it wasn’t very good at the time but it kept me occupied and brought me joy. Even when we got assignments, instead of doing the actual work, I would just doodle everywhere around the questions. I would act as if they weren't there, it was my paper, with my name on it, where I created. Who really sparked my interest in drawing to start with was my older sister Kayla. She
always drew growing up, that was one of her passions. I always admired her growing up, my goal was always to be just like her. I wanted to do draw like her, play soccer like her, everything imaginable. Anything she did, I wanted to do. Im sure this bothered her a lot but that’s what little sisters do, annoy their siblings. If she was drawing, I would plop down next to her and either draw what she was drawing or something that spontaneously jumped into my head. Sometimes she would give me tips on shading or how to properly draw some things. I saw this as one of our ways of bonding with each other. As I grew up and continued to draw, I for the most part just drew because I liked it. I saw it as a way of passing time, to cure my boredness, to make a dull moment a little more amusing. But, when I was fourteen years old, in the early first few months of my high school career, I began to learn art has a much more great deal to it than how I looked at it as child. They aren’t just lines made of led and charcoal, they are words that are silent and that you can only hear if you open up your mind. When we go to an art museum, we look at a pieces of artwork we usually find them adroit, delightful, fascinating, and even sometimes anomalous. But the person with their signature so marvelously written down in the corner going unnoticed, worked on that piece for hours, maybe even days, possibly years, just to get it done in their vision of perfection. I find this process beautiful. The fact that you can create whatever you want, however you want in such a spontaneous fashion to have it be admired is wonderful to me. There is so much opportunity that comes from just a pencil and paper, it just blows my mind. The silent words, the deep meaning, the passion, the possibility, these are what spark my attention. These are why I keep coming back to a single piece of paper and pencil almost every single day. Im driven to continue drawing because it makes me feel proud of myself.
It reminds me that I have a talent, a purpose. I can do something that I can not only enjoy but be successful at. It really boosts my esteem when I finish a drawing and am actually satisfied with it. Although as an artist, I judge my work a lot. I sometimes draw something over and over again because it’s not perfect in my eyes, it looks a little off, a line is a little too wobbly. I do this almost every single time which also pulls me away from drawing, I get frustrated and angry with my work when I can't get it just the way it is in the pictured in my head. I am sometimes even too scared to start a piece of work because I am afraid that I will make too many mistakes or worse, waste my time. But somehow, I always come back to a piece of paper and pencils. Its how I show my emotion at the time, how I pour out my feelings from the day. I just relax and release whatever is on my mind. It is my way of talking without really saying anything. This is what drives me to continue, this is why I continue to draw almost every single
day. In the future, I plan to continue drawing, I don't see myself ever not drawing.
I will most likely continue to have it as a hobby and just do it in my free time. I don't think that I will ever take it on professionally because it can be really hard money wise. Also, I just feel that it isn’t meant to be my job, I feel that their is something else I should be doing, I don't know what it is yet but I am almost positive that drawing is not it. Although this doesn’t mean I would ever push it out of the picture, I am open to it in the way in such a way as that I sometimes change my mind and that I also never know what the future has in store for me. As time goes on, I hope my drawing skills continue to blossom. I want to continue growing in this field, learn new thing. I want to continue striving to be better. I want to look back in the future and compare my work to see how much my skills have grown. I will continue to practice and work hard on drawing. From when I was a young child and could barely hold a pencil correctly in my hand, to now, my drawing ability has expanded. Because of me wanting to constantly be like my sister, I have found my passion, something I will never give up on. The beauty behind all that brings me back every time. Although I do not want to take on this passion of mine as a job, I hope to continue doing it for fun and possibly publicly show my work for more entertainment purposes and not money. All of this put together, this is why I
draw.