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.art. .by. .megan. .tee.
what this is about...
This is my on-line art gallery that displays a variety of art related skills. Along with the final products, some of the processes in which I took to reach them are also displayed. This is my passion. This is what I love to do. What I do, I do for a reason. This is the world through my eyes. I want every piece, photo, and message to reveal something to you... I want each person to see a little piece of me. I hope that by viewing my art, you will get to know me deeper than what you see on the outside. Remember, there is more to something or someone than meets the eye... enjoy! :)
the reason I do what I do...
My grandpa, Oliver Tyler, was a painter. My dad's dad. Not professional, but he painted the most beautiful things. I had never gotten the chance to meet him. He had died before I was born. I wish I could have met him though. I see his paintings all around my house, and I think to myself how wonderful they are. They make me so happy to look at them thinking, "My grandpa painted those, MY grandpa…he was good." As I think about it now, it brings me to tears thinking I did not get a chance to meet such a great artist.
"I don't say everything, but I paint everything."
- Pablo Picasso
As I tried to think of what it was in my life that defined me as myself, I came to a realization. In my entire 19 years of life, I could not choose to pinpoint one day or one moment that stood out to be defining. But the more I thought, it hit me like a rock dead on my forehead. There is only one thing that can fully define me as an individual, one thing that I can call my passion. It hit me harder. Art.
This is more than just a class that is required at some high schools; this is what helped me find out who I am as an individual. Some see art as something to pass time or merely overcome boredom. For me, it is a way to say things I find myself not being able to say aloud. Things I find myself holding in spill out of my pencil and onto my paper. Places I could only dream about engulf the tag board in front of me. People I could only imagine meeting run out of my pencil and onto my paper as if in a marathon. My emotions pour out of me and flood the pages of my sketch book. I am able to become someone else in a whole different world. I am able to show people things in a different way than they normally view them. And the best part is there is no avoiding it. They can't simply tune it out when it is right there in front of them. I can express to people my views, my opinions, and my life, all in my own way. Maybe that is why I am able to let art take control of me. It allows me to have complete control. I can draw my own ideas; my own people; my own worlds; my own views; my own everything. I can be myself completely, uncensored, and unfiltered on paper.
When I create art, with anything from a pencil, watercolor, charcoal, tempera paint, shading pencil, pen, clay, oil pastels, soft pastels, or newspaper clippings, I feel relaxed. It's as if nothing in the world can stop me from finishing what I am working on, except for maybe a momentary brain blackout of course. For the 2 years I took art classes, it was what I looked forward to everyday; a whole hour to lose myself in color, and paper. Every project I ever worked on and finished, I did so with satisfaction, satisfaction of knowing that I got across what I wanted to in that piece of work. The feeling of satisfaction is, on my scale, one of the best feelings a person could have, knowing they did what they had set out to do. In my mind, I can take anything and put it on paper and arrange it to my satisfaction. Each art piece that I have ever done, I left a piece of me on that paper, whether it was a past heartbreak expressed in a collage of heartache, or a quote with a picture to go along to help with the deeper meaning I found in it.
Art projects ranged from love and heart break to political issues and deeper meaning. There was one in particular that gave me some complication. It had been a year since my first love ended. Typical sad story of a girl in high school, I still yearned for that special boy. Comparing every contestant after him but finding none that could compare. I would fall but no knight in shining armor would be there to catch me like he did. I was a tower ready to come crumbling down.
Then I got my chance, at the end of the year for our final project Mr. Martinez assigned an independent project. No guidelines. No boundaries. I was free to create anything. I was yearning for love and couldn't escape heart break. The two most dangerous poisons and I couldn't seem to get enough of them.
The blank sheet of tag board lay on the table in front of me. Thoughts and ideas ran total chaos in my head but my mind drew nothing. All I could think was, "How can I possibly show people what I'm feeling inside? Make them feel what I feel?" It had to portray the one feeling that all people live their lives for, love. And the one feeling that is inevitable, heart break. Finally, two days later, I had come to a decision. Roses. I had been using roses in past art project as sort of a signature piece of the work. Not just any ordinary rose however, mine were special. I used water color to fade the red on the leaves and the green on the stem to give them a unique look. And what better way to symbolize love? So roses it was. Using an overhead projector, I projected three large roses onto the wall where I had taped up my tag board. The tracing began.
I'm a collage girl. Many of my projects had been done in some sort of collage style. And I felt it was my best skill. So why not top off my final project this way? The roses were big enough to put small pictures inside of the rose petals. The problem was what pictures to use. Onto the internet it was. I went searching for the perfect pictures of love and heart ache and anything I could use. I had a lot of petals to fill and about a week to finish. Each step of the way my head filled with precious memories that had stopped me in my tracks. That project was harder than I had thought.
Due date was one day away and I had finished. Roses filled with pictures of hearts, quotes, lovers, and sadness. Yet, something didn't seem right, something was missing. That's when my fellow artist, Amanda, who had sat next to me showed me a quote, "Love is the slowest form of suicide." Depressing, but something about it fit. It was the finishing touch to one of my best projects.
People I had shown said they could relate, which was exactly what I had been trying to get across. I guess that's why art is such a desire for me. I can reach people on a personal level and get them to really consider my thoughts, get them to really think and maybe even get them to find something in themselves they hadn't been able to reach before.
My passion for art and how it has helped me through the good and bad times and how it has defined me as me, is hard to explain. I feel like bursting and spilling every thought and every feeling that I have about art, but I can't seem to put it into words. I just know that ever since I picked up that pencil and began my first art project my freshman year, art has helped me become who I am today. It is like that burning fire that never will go out because the flames are too great. It is that passion that irks my heart in the best way possible. Every chance I get I want to explain myself by drawing a picture or even doodling what I feel. I may not fully understand the concept of how to use certain colors or certain shapes for certain feelings, but I do understand that to create art I don't need to know everything about the subject I simply have to know that it makes me happy and have that passion that burns inside of me.
So even if in 10 years I do come across a moment that I know clearly could define me, I could promise that I would still agree that art is what would define me as who I am because I know that the feeling I get when I draw is a feeling of being myself for everyone to see and could never be replaced. If only my grandpa could see me now…
my passions...
Passion is knowing what you want and never stopping until you get it...
photography
painting .&. drawing
web design
graphic design
jewelry
curious?
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art...
art gallery...
graphic design...
photography...
jewelry...
some inspirations...
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megan_tee@me.com
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