Art Progression

The childhood I had in Korea was not one with great memories; in a society highly judgmental about outward appearances, I, a chubby girl with pink Harry Potter glasses and a 'piggy nose' was a nice source of a joke to my peers. Elementary school was a place of tease, and I became more introverted. Since I didn't have many friends, I turned to inanimate things to spend my time with. Since then, drawing was my favorite hobby. Paper and crayons were my best friends.

Knowing my love for art, my parents let me attend an art academy. In there I learned how to draw with a pencil, color with watercolors and mix hues of acrylic paint. I dreamed of becoming an renowned artist that stood in a gallery full of her paintings and fans of her work.

When I came to study In America, at age 11, Art was the one constant that stayed through my academic

I loved Art. I obsessed over art.

You would assume, that the years that I spent Art-ing would by now have made me one of the greatest artists at school. Sadly, you would be wrong. At seventeen years of age, I still wasn't very good at art. Even though until the first year of high school art was a hobby at most, I was always mad at myself. As I spent hours and hours stressing over better artists than myself, a realization dawned that I will never be as good as them. Sure, I was better than average. I could draw shapes and objects to a fair likeness. But was I really good, like scouted-from-Disney material? Not at all.

In school, art began to change. As I pushed myself to take more rigorous art classes in high school, art became a duty. I had to finish this sketch within a week. I had to get a plan graded by next Tuesday. When I took AP Drawing in my Junior year, everything started to fall apart. With five other AP classes to deal with, and my naturally slow pace, I was late in turning things in, and my grades were horrid. I disliked art more throughout the year, and with every graded artwork, I felt like a