As a beginning to my blog, I am going to post a letter that I wrote to anyone who desires to read it. In this letter, I explain a bit of my past, and the great influence that art has had upon my life. I have gone through so much this semester, and I hope to improve in many different aspects this final semester of my high school experience!
To anyone who might ever read this,
Art is conceptual, full of expression, application, skill, and imagination. Drawings, graphite, painting, pottery, jewelry, charcoal, mixed media, watercolors, are all special words that relate to art and life. Art is not just art, a picture on a wall, something you look at and forget about later. It is special, unique to each and every one of us. It makes us all different. Our different talents, likes, dislikes, and morals and views on the world are placed into the great and hard work that we put into these pieces. A work of art is like a person: it has its own colors, its own flaws, its own moments of greatness, its own moments of hell and destruction, its own moments of being a shining light in a crowded room full of people, its own moments of sitting in a garbage can, waiting and wondering if it will ever be able to get out. They can be taken out of their perfect spotlight and change places many times, or can be hung in a single place all their lasting years. You never know what might hit you, what changes you might add to your pieces, or your own life, and whether these changes are a must or simply just a want. Works of art can evoke emotions, as people evoke emotions of those around them. They can be brutally honest renditions of instances in life, or have hidden meanings that might be uncovered at a later date with careful and close observation. Anger, pain, peace, and kindness can all be found deep within a single piece, whether you see them or not. The artist, the person, the creator, of each of these pieces, has each and every emotion listed, whether they feel them at the time, or whether they are deep down inside, waiting to be awakened at any moment. Art is emotion. Emotion is a part of being human. Humans are life; they are surviving, living things. Therefore, art is life.
Although art is not a breathing human being, it is a part of life that everyone should be able to experience. Whether you are feeling angry at the world around you, depressed, and alone, you can go to art for help. It never leaves you alone, it reflects your thoughts, and takes all your emotions, feelings, and pain away and holds it for a later time when it is convenient for you to pull it out. Whether this moment of letting the emotions back in ever happens or happens every day, it holds it for you so the burden doesn’t have to be on your back at every waking moment. It holds truths and peace, hope and sanity, whether you believe it to or not. It holds your likes and your dislikes, anything you wish it to be. What you wish is at your own command, right at your fingertips, always.
Before this school year began, I felt on top of the world, as if there was nothing that could stop me through my final year in high school. This came to an instant halt when I realized just how much I hated myself. Every morning, noon, and night, I feel as if the world was crushing down on me, laughing in my face, telling me what a failure I am and that there is nothing I can do to fix it. That I should die, simply vanish into thin air, purposefully pass away, as if not a single soul would notice. Pushing back depression is not an easy thing to do, but rather difficult, for it is always lingering in the back of your mind. Although you feel at times you can control it, you let yourself get down and make it difficult to pull yourself out, like stepping into a bottomless pit of quicksand. Art is a perfect means for me to let go of these protruding, painful feelings and get myself back on my track to life success. When I sit down and draw or paint, I feel weightless, as if there is nothing on my shoulders that can bring me down. It is something I need to do on a daily basis and never let go of, and this is what I am planning on doing my entire final semester of school at Lakewood Ranch High School. I am determined to keep this goal alive each and every day, and to make sure that I never let go of the drifting vision of the light at the end of the tunnel. This light represents my success, and myself, and through my artwork this final semester, I will do this to my fullest.
I hope you enjoy my blog this semester, and thank you for your time.
Kaley Danielle Tyler
Art is conceptual, full of expression, application, skill, and imagination. Drawings, graphite, painting, pottery, jewelry, charcoal, mixed media, watercolors, are all special words that relate to art and life. Art is not just art, a picture on a wall, something you look at and forget about later. It is special, unique to each and every one of us. It makes us all different. Our different talents, likes, dislikes, and morals and views on the world are placed into the great and hard work that we put into these pieces. A work of art is like a person: it has its own colors, its own flaws, its own moments of greatness, its own moments of hell and destruction, its own moments of being a shining light in a crowded room full of people, its own moments of sitting in a garbage can, waiting and wondering if it will ever be able to get out. They can be taken out of their perfect spotlight and change places many times, or can be hung in a single place all their lasting years. You never know what might hit you, what changes you might add to your pieces, or your own life, and whether these changes are a must or simply just a want. Works of art can evoke emotions, as people evoke emotions of those around them. They can be brutally honest renditions of instances in life, or have hidden meanings that might be uncovered at a later date with careful and close observation. Anger, pain, peace, and kindness can all be found deep within a single piece, whether you see them or not. The artist, the person, the creator, of each of these pieces, has each and every emotion listed, whether they feel them at the time, or whether they are deep down inside, waiting to be awakened at any moment. Art is emotion. Emotion is a part of being human. Humans are life; they are surviving, living things. Therefore, art is life.
Although art is not a breathing human being, it is a part of life that everyone should be able to experience. Whether you are feeling angry at the world around you, depressed, and alone, you can go to art for help. It never leaves you alone, it reflects your thoughts, and takes all your emotions, feelings, and pain away and holds it for a later time when it is convenient for you to pull it out. Whether this moment of letting the emotions back in ever happens or happens every day, it holds it for you so the burden doesn’t have to be on your back at every waking moment. It holds truths and peace, hope and sanity, whether you believe it to or not. It holds your likes and your dislikes, anything you wish it to be. What you wish is at your own command, right at your fingertips, always.
Before this school year began, I felt on top of the world, as if there was nothing that could stop me through my final year in high school. This came to an instant halt when I realized just how much I hated myself. Every morning, noon, and night, I feel as if the world was crushing down on me, laughing in my face, telling me what a failure I am and that there is nothing I can do to fix it. That I should die, simply vanish into thin air, purposefully pass away, as if not a single soul would notice. Pushing back depression is not an easy thing to do, but rather difficult, for it is always lingering in the back of your mind. Although you feel at times you can control it, you let yourself get down and make it difficult to pull yourself out, like stepping into a bottomless pit of quicksand. Art is a perfect means for me to let go of these protruding, painful feelings and get myself back on my track to life success. When I sit down and draw or paint, I feel weightless, as if there is nothing on my shoulders that can bring me down. It is something I need to do on a daily basis and never let go of, and this is what I am planning on doing my entire final semester of school at Lakewood Ranch High School. I am determined to keep this goal alive each and every day, and to make sure that I never let go of the drifting vision of the light at the end of the tunnel. This light represents my success, and myself, and through my artwork this final semester, I will do this to my fullest.
I hope you enjoy my blog this semester, and thank you for your time.
Kaley Danielle Tyler
