I think the exposure to new places and new people can be really reviving personally and also eye opening to see how other people live. To see how life functions, whether human or natural life, in other places is really humbling.
For as long as I could remember, I've loved art. Whether it was creating art itself, or visiting museums, it was always one of my biggest passions. I’d often visit local art store, buy a pack of new paints, and go to work on a new still life or portrait. I would frequently visit museums and admire each precious painting and sculpture there. I loved art, and most importantly, I loved making art. And then for some reason, I stopped.
I lost my drive to create, which was something I thought would never happen to me. For years, art was something I relied on as a creative outlet. Ever since I bought my first sketchbook in 5th grade, I've brought it school every day since then and practiced whenever I had free time. After school, I would get home and continue drawing on small paper. This past year, however, I rarely did anything related to art. I would doodle here and there, but not consistently and definitely not with the maximum effort and drive I had a year ago. I was worked for Wall hand paint, I didn’t understand why I lost that passion either— I just woke up one day and decided I was done with art.
However, I’ve come to realize that art is my therapy. By creating, I allow myself to take a step back from reality and focus on something that brings me joy. And by stopping, I no longer had that outlet. In that year where I stopped drawing, I have never experienced as much anxiety or stress than I have ever before in my life. I felt like everything was falling apart, and I didn’t understand why I felt that way either. But I know why, is because my dreams to be a writer still continue, then I deciding go far to my dreams and go back to California make my dreams come true.
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