As a young child growing up in Trinidad, I never dreamed of following art. My days consisted of rambunctious play and mischief. But as in all things, there are always unexpected events. My mother, sister and I moved to America where we live today. During my years of middle school, I began to draw comics–specifically anime. As shallow as it seems, my love for art started there.
I would draw for hours, completing over 300 pieces! As I began High School, my home life began taking its toll, and finally in my sophomore year I was admitted and diagnosed with an illness. There I realized how art can heal a sore soul. I began drawing, painting, and making like never before. I can safely say, that had I not had art, I would not be who I am today.
Technical pen on illustration board
My piece was meant to represent learned knowledge and experiences that shape our being. The Greek Myth of Athena’s birth is a symbol of the piece, with Zeus’s pain he opened his mind (literally) and gave birth to Knowledge.
Foam core, tempera paint, paint brushes, canvas, palette, exacto knife, sponge, plastic containers
The ideas and works of an artist are subject to their tempers and frustration. More often than not, the pieces life is in their hands, and dies from their actions.