Advanced Essay #1: [Your Mind and Your Hands]

Introduction:

My goals in this paper is to inform the reader about my struggles on figuring out what to paint for an important assignment I once had. And how that influenced me to not to listen to people who discourage me and to continue their passions. I am proud of the analysis towards the end where I express my feelings about what society expects of me but I do not what to follow what I was taught. Some things I would like to improve in the future, is to work on my transitions so the flow of my essays would go smoothly with no changes in tone.

Advanced Essay:

As I sit in on my bed, thinking about what to write, how to write about this. It stays sitting in my bookshelf, on the very highest shelf hidden behind all the happy family memories. It is something that holds my talents; a small painting created by my fifth grade self. Painting came easily to me and it was somewhere I could express my creativity and there were no limits. But this talent wasn’t satisfying the expectations of my family or the lifestyle I was grown into.

I drifted away from those thoughts and flashbacked to when I painted it. The memory was slowly fading away from my mind and it was getting difficult to remember every detail. It was an assignment every student in the fifth grade was given. We were to read, Number the Stars, by Lois Lowry over the summer. We would be focusing on impressionism and by observing closely at different artworks we were to create a masterpiece by ourselves. To expand on our ideas, our teachers let us explore the Philadelphia Museum of Art which housed quite a few impressionist artworks. I anxiously walked through the exhibit, hoping some kind of concept of what I wanted to do would bloom in my mind. I stared deep into the paintings as if I were to be dragged into it like a black hole at any moment. I noticed how the painters used strokes to make the painting seem blurry but very subtle to lead the viewer to their imagination. I already had experience in painting but I wanted this to be something new and mysterious. This task was going to be unique and I was determined to make it the best I can.

It was finally time to paint and I chose the scene where the main character, Annemarie, found peace amongst the chaos during WWll. She was watching fireworks in the night sky. I wanted to start at an angle where the view was through her eyes like she was directly seeing it. I had to put myself in her shoes and painting the scene in that very moment. As we sat in class, I let myself go and let my mind and hands do all the work. I allowed my emotions get to me and tried to feel what Annemarie would have felt so that the scenery would be powerful. It screamed happiness and excitement but sadness all at the same time. It was like you would get the same thrill of watching fireworks and just looking at the painting and being there yourself. It represented that even during the darkest times there was light.

I started from one small sparkle to a massive firework like Annemarie herself, just a young girl with great ambitions. I painted some small, and some larger than others using bright, and alive colors that brings joy within us. I painted the dark black buildings, which were above the water. They stood tall, the pigmented color of black, as prominent as ever. I painted the water with ripples and reflections and look as if it was glistening, like you can reach out and touch it. If you looked close enough it seemed as if it is moving and you can hear the soothing quiet sounds of the water. I didn’t let myself stop until I felt as if there was nothing left to add.

This all came back to how everybody thinks art is just something you accomplish just for a leisure activity. It’s something that gives people joy, it’s something you can’t throw away or hide, it’s something someone should spend time on or make it their career. It allows people to express themselves whatever the situation you are in. Whether you are angry, emotional, happy, those moods allow you to produce different types of art and makes it meaningful. It is a way of finding peace. It is the positive vibes during the bad times.

Art is dependent on ourselves. It’s on you whether you want to express this talent of yours that other people may not have. A majority of people think that arts isn’t something you should focus and spend your life on or that you won’t get noticed for it and that doesn’t mean you have to stop doing it all together. Don’t let the negativity stop you. Don’t let it knock you down. Don’t give up. Let it motivate you instead to continue with your passion. “You have the control of your future. Control of you is all in your mind and your hands. Don’t let anybody take control of your future other than you,” states Dina Torkia (UK Stylist). It’s not just in arts but other subjects as well. People telling you what to be when you grow up or what to do. Today, it’s like society has your fate written, you have to be a doctor or engineer. As Dina said, your mind and your hands give you the ability to do what you want in your life so do not let what people say get to you. This is what I have learned from this experience; get past the barriers and reach for whatever you want in life. It may take time but you will eventually get it. I could not figure out what to do with the empty canvas. But I got passed it all and produced something that was valuable. It’s not just the tiny things like this assignment, but the larger things in life.

It was as if someone snapped their fingers and brought me back to reality, that I realized I had something to finally write about. I opened my eyes and smiled and let myself and my hands type away, like I was painting once again.

Advanced Essay #1: Friendship

My main goal for this piece was to show my friendship with my bestfriend Saiyeh. I wanted people to see what friendship means to me. I think that I described how I feel about my friend well. I did lots of editing to my piece since my first draft so it has improved a lot. I feel that through the whole process of writing this advanced essay I did a good job, so I am proud of that. Something I can improve on is trying to find ways to use metaphors and other different writing skills in my writing.

Stuffing her life into three suitcases a guitar case and a box. It’s crazy when you pack your life it just looks so small. It makes you realize that was only the beginning of your life story. I said goodbye to my best friend that night. Blasting our summer playlist on Spotify as we danced around her mess of a room. Singing every song because every song brings back a memory from our perfect unforgettable summer. As I sit on her suitcase to close it with her, “Riptide” comes blazing through the speaker. We both stop and smile at each other. This was our summer song. As a tear crawled down her face, she realized this summer was behind her and it was time for the next chapter of her life. I took her hand and started singing. Music has always seemed to be our escape.

This moment comes in my mind when I look at the panting pinned onto my wall. I remember the moment that my best friend Saiyeh gave it to me. Looking at the sunset in the background of the painting remembering how beautiful that night was. This sunset is red, orange and yellow; all combined. When I look at this painting, so many memories float in my head. The sunset reminding me of the last day we were in Indiana together. After 4 days of looking at the sky, the last night was the most beautiful. Not just because the colors blended perfectly together but, the guitar in Saiyeh’s arms as we sang many songs made it the best night ever. Everything just felt right in that moment. We just soaked up the many memories. I never wanted to leave because “the sky is just so big” Saiyeh would say in awe.

The next thing that catches my eyes on the painting is a tree that is on the left side of the canvas. The tree is brown and you can only see half of its big trunk. This brings back all of the times we met at “our tree” at the park near us. We painted beautiful pictures and listened to music a little too loud. The tree is drawn with grass surrounding it. I remember the many grass stains that I still have on my jeans from laying in the grass at Rittenhouse or the park near us. We just were not able to stay away from parks. We just loved the wind blowing through our hair and the grass below our bare feet. Sitting on the grass, that is surrounding the tree, there is a girl. This girl’s body is facing the horizon, but her face is turned to the right. Looking at the beautiful view all around her. Her torso is a skeleton where you can see her spine and her ribs. This reminds me of beauty that comes truly from the inside. Her shoulders, neck and face are normal reminding me how we got over the many struggles and look deep within.

Friendship to me is a connection that can’t be broken. Friendship is one of the reasons I wake up in the morning. Knowing that I have people who care for me and that will always be there helps me keep my head up throughout the day. I have been through many things and my friends have came right to my door to comfort me. One time, when I just got off a serious conversation with my cousin that resulted in me crying, Saiyeh came right up to me held me in her arms as we swung back and forth on the porch swing. This sad moment didn’t last long though with her by my side the next thing I know we were both laughing so hard that are stomachs hurt. We can never stay serious when we are with each other. Another time when my dog passed away, she found out and her and I took a walk. We bought a tub of ice cream, then we sat on some random steps talking about the whole thing. Some people overuse the term “bestfriend.” They use the word very frequently for people who they don’t know much about. A best friend is someone who you have an unbreakable bond with; you can relate on a different level. Saiyeh and I have that relationship, we connect in every way. Art and creativity strengthens that relationship we can talk hours and hours about it.

The last day with Saiyeh before she went to college, had a bittersweet feeling. Sad, because I won’t see her everyday and knowing that she wouldn’t be near. I felt the grip loosening on the rope that held us together. I also felt happy because she is about to start the next chapter of her life where she will grow and become an even better inspiring, talented, and beautiful person. I may not be able to see her everyday but I’ll always remember the many memories that we shared and the many memories to come. “A strong friendship doesn’t need daily conversation or being together. As long as the friendship lives in your heart, true friends never part.” The fullness in my heart will always be there because of our deep friendship.

Advanced Essay #1 (The Masterpiece of my Life)

Hayley Barci September 14th, 2016 The masterpiece of my life: It was a fair-weather day, the sun rays shimmering between the falling leaves of the trees, standing tall throughout the park. The fresh smell of the air inhaling, and exhaling through my nostrils. The bright, white piece of paper, with lines, circles, and different kinds of shapes. The start of a new drawing, staring me in the eyes, speaking it’s own words of wonders, wondering how I should finish this masterpiece. My mother spoke,”It is a beautiful piece you have created, my dear.” Expanding my mind into all the geographic shapes, I could possibly think of. I, as a woman, thought of the hourglass shape, that every possible woman has. Thinking to myself,”maybe……..just maybe, I could put that idea into my piece. Somehow I could tell the story of my experiences through my sophisticated, yet simple drawing. My pencil began making wonders, from tear drops, to flowers. From skies to waters, and sights never seen. The tears of hope streaming down my face, within the past and present experiences. This is was a moment of hope and joy. The love and passion I had put into this piece, reflects all of the challenges and fears I had to face throughout my life. I was always focused on the destination, instead of the journey. I then, gained that faith that pushes me through all of the challenges I face.

As I began to get distracted through the nature that surrounds my body and soul, I decided, I want to capture these beautiful views. I then slipped out my camera out of my bag, began to capture the memories seen through my own eyes. My mother looked over my shoulder, then spoke,”What beautiful pictures you’ve taken”, I replied,”sure”. Not believing any comments that have come my way. Unsure of whether or not they’re true or not. Not realizing the true meaning of loving myself, and self care.

Reminding me of the day, My whole world was flipped upside down. It was the beginning of my freshman year of highschool, I was petrified, and afraid of myself. I’m in tears, staring down at the shimmering light, reflected on the knife, lying in the palm of my hand. Thinking that the whole world is against me, I began slowly facing the knife towards my chest. Until, I hear the soft, fearful voice,”Hayley, please, put, the knife, down. I turn my head towards the right. I can see the fear within her eyes, and the shakiness within her fingers. Blaming myself for what I had just done. My mind speaking,”It’s all your fault, your mother now hates you for what you have done to her.” I’m fighting with everything i’ve got in order to make it through these challenges, but I could never succeed. At least I thought I couldn’t.Within the next day, I ended up in the hospital, or better yet, hospitalized. I was hospitalized five different times within two years. While I was inpatient, I would color, draw, and do many things that made happy, and made me feel good inside. It didn’t really matter what other people think, as a long as it makes you happy.

Through my art, I was able to realize that life wasn’t just a terrifying dream, I was able to realize that these journeys are priceless, that it’s the journey that matters, not the destination. My strength grows every single day, I believe in myself more, as I go. Art is my reflection of those challenges, and journeys that come my way. I’m in control of my life now, and not one soul can change that, nor bring me down, because here’s one thing for sure, I will, get back up. I’ve learned to not care about what other people think of me, i’ve learned about my own self-care. You shouldn’t care about what other people think of you, their opinion is not important, only your own opinions matter. Just because you have self care doesn’t mean that you’re a selfish person. It just means that you are expanding yourself and your own being. I myself was bullied for eight years straight, after all of those years of being beaten down, I found my strength within art. Within all of the colors, and the geographic shapes. Lost within all of the wondrous words to describe the masterpiece, of my life.