Light My Fire

I'm home. After a long train ride, in which I JUST missed my first train and my transfer, and ate a not-so-good meal at Burger Heaven (the name should have been warning enough). I'm home and I'm happy. My happiness stems from what happened prior to these events... open house at NYSID (New York School of Interior Design). I have been looking forward to this night and it more than lived up to my expectations. The open house consisted of an hour of alumni and faculty talking about the school, a tour and ended in the gallery where designers work was on display. I realized my dream can be a reality. My big fear was that I cannot draw, and guess what, many other students couldn't either, but they learned.

NYSID sparked a fire under me and now I am running towards my passion. I am a firm believer in doing what makes you happy, and exploring every inkling you have (within reason). Although finances are a huge hurdle I have to jump over (it''s very expensive), I have hope and faith. As Dean's coach said in the Ultra Marathon Man (current read) "If it feels good, you're not pushing hard enough. It's supposed to hurt like hell." Granted he was talking about running, I intrepret it as nothing comes easy, you have to work hard for what you want the most and the harder you push the bigger the reward. I will continue to pray, be patient, and work on small projects. One day when someone asks the oh so popular question, "So, what do you do?" I can smile and say happily "I'm an interior designer."

Brush + Acrylic + Love

I love art. Specifically, modern art. Unfortunately, I had never painted a day in my life...until a few days ago. I decided to put a brush in my hand, paint by my side and a canvas in front of me and see what happens. It was an AMAZING Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn, and to take advantage of the first sunny day since spring started, I painted outside on the balcony and basked in God's creation.

The idea of this painting had come to me literally 10 minutes before I put paint to canvas, while I was watching music videos on VH1. The lines in the painting represent music, and the wavering moods it can put you in, the high and low notes of songs as well as your life. Many people have a song that brings them back to a time in their life that they never want to forget, or maybe just the opposite. The saxophone represents situations that evokes emotion once you hear a music.

I let my hands and the strokes flow freely, however, painting light colors on a dark background was not the best idea as I had to go over these strokes multiple times for the black not to show through. Overall, I am thoroughly satisfied with my first painting, seeing as I am not a self-professed artist. I am proud that I wanted to do something and I did it. This is just another small step in this new journey that I am on to be happy. And no matter what the picture looks like after I set my brush down, painting makes me happy, and happiness is a true masterpiece.