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Moonlight
Kyara
Gandara
92105
I chose this design because I love watercolors. Watercolors just have some sort of originality that sets them differently from other types of art like painting, sketching, and etcetra.
In this art piece, "Moonlight" by me, the watercolor makes it seem mysterious. It does not have a clear message, but it is not too abstract to not understand. Any one can make their own story and emotions through this piece.
In my perspective, I wanted to create a mysterious, but peaceful view of the world. Whenever I see the night sky, accompanied by the bright moon and blanketed by clouds, I always gaze in admiration and great romance.
I am sure many people feel the same way. Whenever a person views the moon, they are in a state of tranquility. They admire the moon's beauty and presence.
Even if the moon is being covered by the moons, you can still see it shine gallantly.
Then there is the dark tree. The tree seems to foreshadow something demeaning. I am unsure myself why it has such an aura. It is lurking somewhere in the mist, in the clouds. Or perhaps it is merely lonely and just staring at the sky. The tree can reach its branches' arms way up high, but it can never touch the moon. However, when you climb a tree, you can see that you get closer to the moon when compared to standing on the mere ground. And that is all that matters.
I am a Central America-Hispanic girl who has been raised in the poor community of San Diego, City Heights. San Diego is a highly diverse community filled with refugees, immigrants, and many other “minority races.” Therefore, you can imagine that there is a scarce amount of opportunities in City Heights when compared to other people who live in La Jolla. The point is, I have lived all my life in this rotting hell hole that has been promised salvation, yet brethren steal from each other for survival. I have been facing many problems concerning living a life of any ordinary girl. But what was it that has kept me sane and straight? The answer is art. We are all aware that certain budgets cuts have been affecting numerous teachers concerning layoffs. Many of those teachers are Art Teachers, which immediately euthanizes a school’s Art Department if that Art Teacher were to lose his or her job. Not only does it kill art, but it kills the student artists.
I remember last year, I went to work at Rosa Parks Elementary School to gain Community Service hours. Rosa Parks Elementary school is a highly diverse learning institution located in City Heights, San Diego. Its colorful demography consists of mostly Hispanics, plenty of Africans, few Asians, and rarely any other types of races. As an alumni of Rosa Parks Elementary school, I was feeling the urge of contributing back to my community. I knew from the start that I was enrolled in a poor elementary school; the education, dedication, and support was not grand, therefore it filtered a negative outcome towards many young students. Through a mental timeline, profanity from the young students has grown intensely; children in my time use to say “crud”, which later devolved to “crap”, which presently deformed to “fuck”. I feel ashamed because I know that such demeanors from students will decrease the percentage of graduation rates. Thus, I know as a young adult I have the potential of influencing young children. Even though there are already many older and loyal volunteers, the fact that they are aged makes it harder for young children to connect with their elders. But as I present myself, young children see me as wise adolescent; they analyze me as a living being stuck between the parallel lines of childhood and adulthood. Furthermore, these children bring happiness to my heart whenever they pour ongoing questions of life through their small embouchures. I provided art education to the children during art class. In return, I have received positive results.
During my time in teaching these young students, I have grown attached to them as if they were my own siblings. Even though teaching the theory of art was hard to understand for these children, their eagerness to learn brought tears of happiness to my heart. I have never felt so important and loved by anyone. Plus, it is amazing to know that children are willing to develop a art ability, an ability that will help satisfy their artistic needs by expressing themselves. I remember during an activity the children would try to catch my attention and say “Kyara! Sit over here!” They all wanted me for themselves, to warm them with my wise presence. Their bright eyes, their big smiles, and their tiny hands waving reincarnated my inner child. I was one of them. I was able to connect with them. I would always visit them after Summer school. Then my heart broke when the Art Teacher got fired. There were no more art classes for these children in the mean time. I went home crying because the one time I felt important was taken away due to budget cuts. This teacher was a married woman. She had a family to take care of. But her passion of art was sabotaged by budget cuts. She most likely is working on something that she does not love.
This is why art education is important for me. Younger people have a hard to expressing themselves or developing their artistic side. They need help to expand their imagination. I wanted to do that for them, but budget cuts stop me. This is why I want to advocate for art. I want to save art. I want to save artists. Everyone has the right to express themselves through art.
Art helped me stay away from drugs, sex, violence, and many bad actions. All I did was draw, even if I was deeply depressed. I became better and better as time progressed. And now, I have enough courage to show my talent. To inspire people.
It is our turn to help art for what art has done for us.
09/29/1993
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