When I was growing up all I needed was color pencils and paper to make me happy. I liked that anything in life could be captured with the click of a button or the swipe of a hand, rather than just using memory to remember experiences. When I was younger my mom worked at a restaurant. Every Saturday morning the same customer would come in and eat, he was an artist and had brought in some of his pieces (the only on I actually remember was a painting of Jesus). I really wanted to impress him with my art skills, so one day when I went to the restaurant I showed him a drawing I had done. I had tried so hard to stay inside the lines, using the colors I had so meticulously picked. When he saw the drawing all he said was “trees don’t have lines”, it devastated my six year old heart (maybe that’s why I’m such a negative person). I had made it a goal of mine to perfect my skills after the unwanted reaction I got. However, I came to find out that there is no such thing as perfection. I am never satisfied with my work. I always notice a curve that looks odd, that one line that is not quite straight, how one side doesn’t match the other, and how the other color would have looked better. Art imitates life, and real life isn’t perfect. Those imperfections are what makes something stand out. Art can be an escape from what is real, by creating unimaginable things and places. Through this blog I will be sharing my interest in art. Whether it be the type you see in museums, on the street, on a catwalk, or on the radio. We are surrounded by it, to the skyscrapers that pierce the skies, the cars we drive, the movies we watch, to the clothes we wear. They all started with an idea, a pencil, and a piece of paper. From something simple, comes something great.