art

My sophomore year Art teacher once asked me, "What Is Art?" I can't remember what my lame answer was then but if the opportunity came for her to ask me that simple question once again, I would reply: Art is fashion. Art is image. Art inspires and is an inspiration.

Art is the commonality the women in my family share. My grandmother is an artist. She has been ever since she could remember. She grew up with artwork in her house that inspired her to see, paint, and design. She taught Art to private students and high school students in her middle years. Currently, she paints in her free time as well as travel from country to country to visit her past students' galleries. My mother is not an artist on paper but she has the best eye for one of a kind pieces. In a pile of muck, you can count on my mother to pick up something delightful. My sister picked up drawing at a young age, like my grandmother. I've seen sketches she drew before she could barely talk and they had more detail than any other 4 year old girl could have sketched. When she was roudy, my mom would place paper and a pen in front of her and she went straight to work. As for me? I was disappointed that the art gene did not pass down to me. The paper and pen technique did not work. I can barely sketch a stick figure and my fashion taste is...not very tasteful.

However, I had to live 18 years before I realized that I am kind of, sort of art savvy. I might not have my mom's eye or my grandma and sister's creative hands, but I do fill myself with inspiration from all over the world. I like to express that through costume ideas and themes I draw in my head while I'm shopping around, though nobody really knows..