My Encounter with the Arts

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. “ ~Elizabeth Lawrence.
Recalling memories from my ignorant years, I can still picture myself sitting next to my sister watching her do her art projects. Every time she arrives home, I would linger for that moment when she brings out her art materials. Back then, I used to be her assistant artist wherein I had the privilege of getting hold of her art materials and handing her whatever she needs. I may not have been able to identify what the colors were, whether complementary or supplementary colors, but one thing’s sure in my eyes, they are all surrounded with dazzling lights! There’s just something I wanted to share ever since, however I feel guilty the moment this recollection come into mind. Candidly, whenever my sister is not at home, I would sneak into her room and search out for her art supplies. Subsequently, I would go to our living room and do “my thing”, sketching through vague curves and strokes, well on the brighter side, that makes me a good abstract artist right? The living room then turns into an enchanted place with me as the Princess Artist along with my enchanted colorful equipments.


Every day seemed to be a culprit-day until the very special day took place, the day when I acquired my very OWN set of coloring materials. Just like an average kid does, the next thing I did was bragging it to our neighbors, and flaunted how great I am in drawing, blah blah blah. That was back then, when everything I knew about art was just simply in forms of drawing and crayons. When I enrolled in kindergarten, I encountered a different arena. Moreover, there were tons of new things ahead of me, new set of playmates, teachers, etc. Thus, I was introduced to the world itself, nature. I had classmates who had the same interest as me. So we would usually draw and color together. During dismissal, while waiting for my tiya to fetch me, I would sit in the playground’s merry-go-round, and observe the different scenarios of individuals.


Little by little, I was able to contemplate that random scenes can be put into a single portrait, and vice versa, that a single portrait can be interpreted with various panoramas. Until then I was able to widen my horizon as an artist in my own little ways. I grew more matured not just as an artist, but as an individual as well. I created crafts way better than during my ignorant years. Goodbye innocence, hello to world of creativity. Nonetheless, those creations during those years somehow had aided me towards becoming an open-minded artist. Hence, it served as a stepping stone towards self-discovery. Sometimes, to pursue a new idea, the artist must forfeit his deposit on an old idea.


Later on, I was introduced to the art of music. I used to sing in our comfort room (though I’m usually out of tune). But then again, I found music as an art. It’s just astounding how poetry goes along pretty well with harmonies; rhyme words and melody. Just like in portraits, you would be able to express what you feel in a form of a song, from love songs to songs of praise. Furthermore, I was inspired to compose songs. I managed keeping some, yet unfortunately, others were put into dust. I may not be a good singer, yet with a major ingredient of determination, at least, I can have an alternative of being a composer someday.

My high school years were pictures of good memories. My friends and I take pictures in major school activities. Often times, we spare some time during weekends to have movie marathons. It made me think that photography and film make such an excellent art! After pondering on that notion, before uploading pictures to my blog site or social networking accounts, I edit pictures first, adding themes and adjusting contrasts. Every birthday gatherings, my friends would usually let me edit movie presentations with regards to the profile of the celebrant. These are the major reasons why I chose taking up Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication.

The growth of an artist is a constant extinction of character, a continual self-sacrifice perhaps. From today onwards, I hanker to encounter greater things even if it may lead me towards the world of jeopardy. We already are in that world of this day and age anyways. There are no definite methods of escaping the world than by following Art. Thus, there are no definite methods of relating oneself to it than by Art. As of today, I’m still on the road towards self-discovery as an artist. Every single scene we encounter each day is an art, and we are the artists. We are the artists of our own future, it is in our hands to decide whether or not, to sketch and color our lives with passion towards knowing the purpose of our existence.