My work has had many different influences and resources. The art I do is inspired by Japanese anime studios such as Studio Ghibli where they focus on traditional pen strokes for their artwork and lots of vibrant colors.

 

    My senior year art portfolio’s theme was animals, nature, and spirits. This idea began when I drew a lion’s face. The face was done and I was about to begin on the mane but I immediately decided not to: I was tired of drawing things the way they were supposed to be drawn and I craved for something new to look at. I replaced the mane of the lion with an array of flames that faded in colors from red to blues to purples and whites and many more colors. When the project was completed It was immediately loved by everyone in my class and even my fellow students throughout the school.

 

    The lion was only the start of my love for vibrant art and it spiraled out of control from there.. Every assignment I did after that was color upon color upon color with low amounts of negative space. As stated before, I have always been intrigued by color, to me it represents life and joy. There are some who are swayed in their art by their current emotional state, with me, this is not the case. I have been severely depressed, overwhelmed with joy, lost or angry and my art is always going to be bright, or cartoony and filled with life.

 

    I quickly mastered the use of the coloring pencil. The tool I had used since I was about 5 years old was second nature to me because I’d used it so much. Recently, however, I began expanding my tools and working with computers to create my art. On my 19th birthday in 2016 my mother purchased the Adobe Creative Suite for me. The software included amazing programs such as Photoshop, Illustrator, After Effects, and Adobe Animate. Once I sat down to use the program one time I was addicted.

 

    On a deeper level, I would credit my long love for vibrancy to my want for brighter days and happiness all around. I did not have a bad childhood: I was fed, I had a home, and I had clothes on my back but there were some downsides. Every family has its skeletons in the closet and mine is no different, there are a lot of things that I wish I could go back and change, make them happier moments but I can’t. So, the happy times exist in my art. On the outside I may just seem like an eager young artist who wants to get recognized and awarded but there is a much deeper side to the lines in my work. Every stroke, color fill, border, shape, you name it; It all has value to me.

 

    The greatest influence to my entire love for art are my parents. My father was an artist in his younger days, he would draw beautiful artwork in a huge sketchpad that he left over my grandmother’s house. Sadly, He stopped doing art a long time ago and has since pursued other venues. My mother was an artist with her words, an author. She could draw some things with pencil but never much more than notebook doodles, but she had something In her that created my passion. My mother was a complete lover of all arts, she gave us everything we needed, and looking back on it now I can see that It may have been hard for her but she never let us know it. I can clearly remember trips to the museum or to the library where my curiosity for art was fed and grew from thoughts, to actions, to hobbies, and now to a career. I could never thank my parents enough for their contributions to my skill set. My father for planting the seed and my mother for nurturing it.