My Journey
I opened a book. The hardbound cover shows a pair of delicate illuminated hands holding a speckled stone against a black background. The title says "Maya Lin Boundaries".
About a week and half ago, I visited Borders where I bought this wonderful present for myself. I randomly selected the title as I remember this controversial, impacting and young student architect in 1980s from Yale.
I flipped through the pages. I had to stop and read. For the first few pages, her words laid across the page with simple backgrounds of nature's elements. Her written words rang a similar tone. I can identify what she was saying and conveying in her essays. I felt the connection of familarity that I no longer feel alone with my inner and outer thoughts of the world. In other words, I felt at home with myself by this awareness.
For all of my life, I denied my passion in arts until I decided to attend art classes.
My clues of being a true artist started from the beginning of my life. I was placed into a gifted program in the arts when I was a kindergartener; where I remembered I was drawing with older students and visited museums. My colors and drawings and books were choosen in competitions in grade school. I always drew closets, irises and houses. I bought numerous books pertaining to the arts. But nothing in the arts alarmed me that I should shake the world with my designing talents as a career.
I am saddened that I didn't figured out my true self sooner. Now I have. Every connection that I am making is become brighter and better. This book that Maya Lin has written is another stepping stone to add to my aesthetic impact to the world.
Now I am ready to add Harvard onto my path.
About a week and half ago, I visited Borders where I bought this wonderful present for myself. I randomly selected the title as I remember this controversial, impacting and young student architect in 1980s from Yale.
I flipped through the pages. I had to stop and read. For the first few pages, her words laid across the page with simple backgrounds of nature's elements. Her written words rang a similar tone. I can identify what she was saying and conveying in her essays. I felt the connection of familarity that I no longer feel alone with my inner and outer thoughts of the world. In other words, I felt at home with myself by this awareness.
For all of my life, I denied my passion in arts until I decided to attend art classes.
My clues of being a true artist started from the beginning of my life. I was placed into a gifted program in the arts when I was a kindergartener; where I remembered I was drawing with older students and visited museums. My colors and drawings and books were choosen in competitions in grade school. I always drew closets, irises and houses. I bought numerous books pertaining to the arts. But nothing in the arts alarmed me that I should shake the world with my designing talents as a career.
I am saddened that I didn't figured out my true self sooner. Now I have. Every connection that I am making is become brighter and better. This book that Maya Lin has written is another stepping stone to add to my aesthetic impact to the world.
Now I am ready to add Harvard onto my path.