Jazz music and aromas of vanilla and espresso bean pervade the air half a block before I reach the entrance of the shop. Creamy white trim outlines large, glass window panes beyond which one can glimpse into the interior of the Midnight Rooster. Framed photographs, some color depictions African tribal members and others in black and white of derelict shacks and barns, adorn the gently-hued walls. Overstuffed armchairs and a black leather couch encompass a coffee table laden with New Yorker magazines and a chess board. A tiled walkway funnels into the robustly-antiqued wooden front door. Above, Christmas tree lights coiled around clear, grapefruit-size balls dangle from a rectangular-shaped, burgundy awning which, in a type-writer font, bears the store's name, "The Midnight Rooster." The facade is fresh, spontaneous, and uniquely hip compared to the 1950's architectural style adopted by its neighboring buildings which line the streets of downtown Hartsville.
I briefly pause amid several small, circular stainless steel tables and matching metallic armchairs which cover the sidewalk in front of the shop and notice a familiar looking figure sitting in one of the three chairs in front of the right window. The petite young woman dressed in khakis and a black sweater appears relaxed with her feet resting in one of the chairs and a white mug of coffee on a paper napkin beside her on the table. Glancing up and seeing me, she folds a canvas-covered sketchbook before introducing herself.
Jessica Avant, known to many Hartsvillians as Jessie, is the owner of the Midnight Rooster Coffee Shop. She is twenty-three years old. Curly, dark brown, bobbed hair outlines her thin freckled face, and narrow, modern-looking, ...
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...gets motivation for her art from a number of different things. "Walking with the Lord has an influence on my work, although it's not obvious from looking at it. I also get ideas from images and conversations I have with people." I asked Jessie if art, a seemingly ubiquitous aspect of her life, was something for which she was passionate. "I've always liked art, and I have a wonderful gift for creating art, but art is very much a discipline for me. I've had to learn to become passionate about it."
Finally I asked how, in retrospect, she views her decision to start the Midnight Rooster. She paused thoughtfully before answering, "I never really thought I'd be a business person, but I guess its good to have that sort of mind set; go with the flow. I'm not too concerned with money. Relationships with people and doing what you love are more important to me."
... some points I'm going to cross common experiences. Some of them are going to stick and become a little bit peculiarly mine . . . I don't worry about that. I worry about the paintings . . . the drive to make art ("Concepts in career: Frank Stella").
From small stick figures, to cartoon characters, to more realistic anatomy and detailed work. This only happened because of my dedication and constant practice with a pencil and paper. Though I do not consider myself the best artist, I became proud of my growth and motivation that branched out to other aspects of my life. This habit of practicing led me to take challenging courses and pursue other passions, like music. Though music seems a little minor in my life, it runs through the family, and I could never be where I am without the practice time I put in both my passions. The small details I picked up from them have helped me immensely in school. From motivation to not give up and the extra effort to understand the material, I created a process of how to do things, and I found myself grateful for the times where I felt lost, and found my way back. Through art, I found my sense of self and the motivation to excel and challenge myself in everything I
Edna seeks occupational freedom in art, but lacks sufficient courage to become a true artist. As Edna awakens to her selfhood and sensuality, she also awakens to art. Originally, Edna “dabbled” with sketching “in an unprofessional way” (Chopin 543). She could only imitate, although poorly (Dyer 89). She attempts to sketch Adèle Ratignolle, but the picture “bore no resemblance” to its subject. After her awakening experience in Grand Isle, Edna begins to view her art as an occupation (Dyer 85). She tells Mademoiselle Reisz that she is “becoming an artist” (Chopin 584). Women traditionally viewed art as a hobby, but to Edna, it was much more important than that. Painting symbolizes Edna’s independence; through art, she breaks free from her society’s mold.
This marked the beginning of his inspiration to form a personal, expressive, and religious stance on his art values and style. He has found his process and content that will be apparent in his future work.
I intend to use potatoes for my investigation because these are sufficiently large, to enable all cores to be taken from the same potato, which will assist in ensuring a fair test.
When you love to do something, you want to do it every day, all the time, till you get sick of it. Even then that excitement and devotion to do it is still there. That is how I feel about art. I have a great passion for it. It is a form where I can express myself in a way words can’t.
“Class,” I announced, “today I will teach you a simpler method to find the greatest common factor and the least common multiple of a set of numbers.” In fifth grade, my teacher asked if anyone had any other methods to find the greatest common factor of two numbers. I volunteered, and soon the entire class, and teacher, was using my method to solve problems. Teaching my class as a fifth grader inspired me to teach others how important math and science is. These days, I enjoy helping my friends with their math homework, knowing that I am helping them understand the concept and improve their grades.
potato cells. In order to find the best way to do this experiment I am
* Make sure each piece of potato is exactly the same size as the next.
Her Passion for Learning & nbsp; It took me eighteen years to realize what an extraordinary influence my mother has had on my life. She' s the kind of person who has thoughtful discussions about which artist she would most want to have her portrait painted by (Sargent), the kind of mother who always has time for her four children, and the kind of community leader who has a seat on the board of every major project to assist Washington' s impoverished citizens. Growing up with such a strong role model, I developed many of her enthusiasms. I not only came to love the excitement of learning simply for the sake of knowing something new, but I also came to understand the idea of giving back to the community in exchange for a new sense of life, love, and spirit. & nbsp; My mother's enthusiasm for learning is most apparent in travel.
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Anybody that knows me knows that my passion and goals in life have to deal with fashion. If I could be anything in this world I would love to be a designer of some sort or at least be in the industry. When it comes to clothing and style it just comes easy one of the easiest things I’m good at. Fashion is an art form it allows you to express your view on style anyway you choose. And to me I feel like nobody has the right to judge that. Style hasn’t always come easy to be though just like everything else it takes time and practice it’s still a work in progress. When I look back to my middle school and early high school years I wonder deeply about my choices, middle school had to have been the worst. I was going through a colored jeans faze, I would wear bright yellow, honey mustard yellow, sky blue, purple, and pink. If somebody were to name a color I probably had jeans that color. It gets worse though because I would have the worst possible combination choice of shoes to go along with a matching bead necklace and bracelet set, followed by a grey or navy blue uniform shirt. It’s clear I had no idea what I was doing the best part is I was being myself and that’s all that matters. No matter how much I think my style has grown I’m only human and will look back and probably wonder why I wore the outfit I’m wearing sitting here writing this essay.
I think about art often. My father is an artist as well as my sister. I grew up surrounded by art either in paintings, dance, or art performances I attended at my sister’s high school, the arts academy. My desire to create art must have a root in my childhood, where I was constantly involved in beautiful creations of the human
Many artists say that they were born to do art, that it was always in their blood and that they cannot remember a time that art was not a part of their lives. For me, this was exactly the opposite. I was always trying to do my best in science and mathematics and art was not even on my radar until I was a freshman in high school where I met my first inspiration for art, Zack Smithey. I was lucky enough to have Mr. Smithey as a guide for the start of my art career all four years in high school and he really pushed me to develop my portrait work. He helped me develop the foundation of my artwork, but at that point I was merely duplicating what I was seen and really had not developed an aesthetic of my own. For me, art was a challenge for me to