Life Aspirations Essay
As a writer I grew through my usage of imagery and language psychology. Also, I grew through how I talked about myself, and what my plan was for life. My first draft was almost skittish and I didn't use a lot of imagery and emotion to try and pull the reader in. My final draft emphasized my creativity. I used imagery and sensory input to immerse the reader into my story. I spoke from a third person perspective up until the last few lines, to really impact readers. I ended up changing to a first person perspective because of my friend Owen's critique, basically he said it was almost too distant because of the third person perspective.
Evidence of change:(shows the tense change)
She’s so proud of what she has created. She walks down the street seeing her art encapsulating billboards and advertisements. She sees her canvases decorating homes and murals plastering the walls of businesses. Her clothing concepts coming to life before her eyes as people stroll on by. Album covers exploding to life because of that one extra line she decided to add last minute. The smiles of her students and twinkle in their eye when they learn a new technique. I am not the next Leonardo Da Vinci, but I will not disappear in this world. So, pay attention and watch close as I sing my heart out with my messy paint covered dress. That’s the passion you want to see in this world, and that is all I have to give.
Full Essay:
Saige Michael Rasmussen
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Tell us about your career goals and life aspirations. What steps will you need to take to achieve these goals?
I am not planning on going to college immediately, but within the next year I would like to build a marketing platform and narrow my artistic style for a streamlined process.
I see a girl, standing in a studio with paint smeared across her face. She cackles as she dips a paintbrush into dirtied water, droplets splashing onto the studio floor. She steps back, wiping the paint and sweat concoction from her brow. She listens carefully to the bustling streets just outside her walls. The chitter of heels and sneakers echo between her wooden studio. The chatter of people’s body language fills the air. The scent of acrylics and oil fill her nose, with a hint of turpentine. She pulls into her painting, studying her strokes and retracing her steps, “Long sweeps of thick grey for the roads. Thin strokes for the speed combusting from the car. Along with swirls of glowing white, red, green, and yellow for the feelings we keep boxed away.” The wet paint settled into its final destination. It’s as heavy and hard as the concrete outside, and drips with busyness like the street corners. Mixtures of emotion boil in the painting much like the city outside, culminating into the oh so complicated yet simple life we all lead.
Her life is just as messy but so full of happiness. She started a business, developed her marketing skills, and then proceeded to forge a place in the world. Her studio is full of all walks of life, from students to critics, children to businessmen. She creates masterpieces of art in all different ways, from tattoo designs to canvas gallery pieces. She teaches classes for young artists struggling for a foothold. All in all, she’s a girl with an accomplished dream. It may seem small, but all she wanted was to bring creativity into people’s hearts and see them understand how to use it to help others and themselves.
This woman, with all her giggles and shouts started out silent. Her silence filled most spaces and she was alone. All of her ideas and hopefulness was clouded by inky black smoke. The torments that life threw at her became her. Numbness filled her veins and nerves shook her bones. Panic was an alarm with no off button and pressure suffocated her in her bed. She was so utterly and completely alone. Parents shaken apart and that smoke filled their lungs as well, it was just in the form of other abusive people. But, that ink became her medium and she blossomed in her own ashes. She promised that no one would feel the loneliness she cradled within herself. So she took that ink and painted a night sky so she could fly and watch over all the little stars in her care.
Oh look at her now, laughing with her customers, with the sun rays pouring into her eyes and creating a masterpiece on it’s own. Look at how she dances with her pencils and paper or how she falls silent when staring into her computer designs. She built this space on her own. She studied and took multiple online classes on design and how to market yourself as an artist. Then built her freelance business online, taking commissions from all around the world. She slowly built up her style and specific taste and then turned her space into a place for learning. In the process, she bought a studio and filled it with all the tools that allow for creativity. She created a space for exploring techniques, skills, and marketing for young artists of all kinds. Quite honestly she’s a jack of all trades. She studied video editing, photography, music, graphic design and pure studio art. She used all of this knowledge to help teach her students.
She’s so proud of what she has created. She walks down the street seeing her art encapsulating billboards and advertisements. She sees her canvases decorating homes and murals plastering the walls of businesses. Her clothing concepts coming to life before her eyes as people stroll on by. Album covers exploding to life because of that one extra line she decided to add last minute. The smiles of her students and twinkle in their eye when they learn a new technique. I am not the next Leonardo Da Vinci, but I will not disappear in this world. So, pay attention and watch close as I sing my heart out with my messy paint covered dress. That’s the passion you want to see in this world, and that is all I have to give.
Evidence of change:(shows the tense change)
She’s so proud of what she has created. She walks down the street seeing her art encapsulating billboards and advertisements. She sees her canvases decorating homes and murals plastering the walls of businesses. Her clothing concepts coming to life before her eyes as people stroll on by. Album covers exploding to life because of that one extra line she decided to add last minute. The smiles of her students and twinkle in their eye when they learn a new technique. I am not the next Leonardo Da Vinci, but I will not disappear in this world. So, pay attention and watch close as I sing my heart out with my messy paint covered dress. That’s the passion you want to see in this world, and that is all I have to give.
Full Essay:
Saige Michael Rasmussen
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Tell us about your career goals and life aspirations. What steps will you need to take to achieve these goals?
I am not planning on going to college immediately, but within the next year I would like to build a marketing platform and narrow my artistic style for a streamlined process.
I see a girl, standing in a studio with paint smeared across her face. She cackles as she dips a paintbrush into dirtied water, droplets splashing onto the studio floor. She steps back, wiping the paint and sweat concoction from her brow. She listens carefully to the bustling streets just outside her walls. The chitter of heels and sneakers echo between her wooden studio. The chatter of people’s body language fills the air. The scent of acrylics and oil fill her nose, with a hint of turpentine. She pulls into her painting, studying her strokes and retracing her steps, “Long sweeps of thick grey for the roads. Thin strokes for the speed combusting from the car. Along with swirls of glowing white, red, green, and yellow for the feelings we keep boxed away.” The wet paint settled into its final destination. It’s as heavy and hard as the concrete outside, and drips with busyness like the street corners. Mixtures of emotion boil in the painting much like the city outside, culminating into the oh so complicated yet simple life we all lead.
Her life is just as messy but so full of happiness. She started a business, developed her marketing skills, and then proceeded to forge a place in the world. Her studio is full of all walks of life, from students to critics, children to businessmen. She creates masterpieces of art in all different ways, from tattoo designs to canvas gallery pieces. She teaches classes for young artists struggling for a foothold. All in all, she’s a girl with an accomplished dream. It may seem small, but all she wanted was to bring creativity into people’s hearts and see them understand how to use it to help others and themselves.
This woman, with all her giggles and shouts started out silent. Her silence filled most spaces and she was alone. All of her ideas and hopefulness was clouded by inky black smoke. The torments that life threw at her became her. Numbness filled her veins and nerves shook her bones. Panic was an alarm with no off button and pressure suffocated her in her bed. She was so utterly and completely alone. Parents shaken apart and that smoke filled their lungs as well, it was just in the form of other abusive people. But, that ink became her medium and she blossomed in her own ashes. She promised that no one would feel the loneliness she cradled within herself. So she took that ink and painted a night sky so she could fly and watch over all the little stars in her care.
Oh look at her now, laughing with her customers, with the sun rays pouring into her eyes and creating a masterpiece on it’s own. Look at how she dances with her pencils and paper or how she falls silent when staring into her computer designs. She built this space on her own. She studied and took multiple online classes on design and how to market yourself as an artist. Then built her freelance business online, taking commissions from all around the world. She slowly built up her style and specific taste and then turned her space into a place for learning. In the process, she bought a studio and filled it with all the tools that allow for creativity. She created a space for exploring techniques, skills, and marketing for young artists of all kinds. Quite honestly she’s a jack of all trades. She studied video editing, photography, music, graphic design and pure studio art. She used all of this knowledge to help teach her students.
She’s so proud of what she has created. She walks down the street seeing her art encapsulating billboards and advertisements. She sees her canvases decorating homes and murals plastering the walls of businesses. Her clothing concepts coming to life before her eyes as people stroll on by. Album covers exploding to life because of that one extra line she decided to add last minute. The smiles of her students and twinkle in their eye when they learn a new technique. I am not the next Leonardo Da Vinci, but I will not disappear in this world. So, pay attention and watch close as I sing my heart out with my messy paint covered dress. That’s the passion you want to see in this world, and that is all I have to give.