My Trip To The Los Angeles County Museum Of Art

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By writing this essay I am given a chance to reflect on all of the memories that have brought me to this point in my life and all that I can seem to think about are lists. As a kid I had this unshakable habit of over analyzing minor details, I would constantly stress myself out on a daily basis over simple tasks. I was afraid of not having things go according to plan and as a result I developed a weird quirk of spending a large portion of my time making lists. I would write endless “to do” lists that covered things from within a day up to the rest of the year, practically developing carpel tunnel along the way. Unexpectedly my anxiety issues eventually ceased one day the same year I turned thirteen with a simple trip to a museum. I look back on that day fondly, remembering that when my dad promised to take me somewhere fun but wouldn't tell me what we were doing I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I imagined he would taken me to Disneyland or the movies but instead he took me to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. It wasn’t what I was expecting and so I went without much expectation, and what I discovered was a whole new world made up of canvas and color. I remember …show more content…

In the beginning I had a lot of difficulty getting past my apprehension, I stared at my first blank canvas thinking that it was already perfect, I figured anything I added to it would ruin the picture. My lines wouldn't be straight enough, the brush stokes would have too many irregularities, and god forbid that whatever I created had any flaws.When I eventually began and finished my first painting I hated it and the same followed for the next 15 paintings that I had made. At that point I had had enough and I stopped, deciding that I could be happy by just visiting museums and look at other peoples art. noticing that my nervous habits would dwindle with the reassurance of a paint

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