Friday, April 3, 2015

I Figured that I Needed a TItle

A heartbreaking tale from the infamous Belmont High AP art student- Chunlok Lo

Really though, I am actually just some nobody in the school; I'm another one of those nameless kid that no one knows about.

But whatever. You guys asked, I deliver. Here is my story.

Art, music, creativity, was always part of who I am. When my parents took me to art courses when I was a weenie little kid in kindergarten, I was intrigued by the various interesting clay dinosaurs, finger paintings, and the mess of hot glue and wires some might call a "sculpture".

I loved it then because it was awesome. You can make literally whatever comes to your head!

Life is not so simple one can simply speak in words.
Feelings cannot simply be conveyed in the finite number of combination of letters or words.

Each words as a precise meaning that is set by the people using it.

So as long as people conveyed to each other in languages, I don't ever think people can truly share their emotions without over-reducing them.

One cannot truly share emotions unless one actually experience it for themselves.

People will never truly understand the inspiring brilliance of the sun one winter snowy day, nor truly understand the beauty of the cherry blossom on that one April day.

In that way, I always hated expressing myself in words. In words, it will take infinite amounts of words, adjectives on top of adjectives, adverbs on top of adverbs, to truly describe each moment in life in its full capacity.

And in the end, it always fails to capture the essence of the moment, the feeling generated when all the factors combine into one single experience.

That's where art comes in.

A picture doesn't worth a thousand words,
A picture worth far more than a thousand words can ever convey.

We don't have to tell what the listener what its like to be in that place at that time.
We can just show them.

Each pieces of artwork is unique to its viewer. The track of their eyes, the vibrancy of the colors, the emotions that swells, the thoughts that forms. A piece of art does not only convey one side of the debate, but millions and billions different side to a situation, differing in each viewer.

In a sense, art is about gathering all those thousands of viewpoints and guiding them to focus on the things you saw.

Art is about transcending all those layers of human interaction and drill your feelings, your emotions, and your thoughts right into the other person's heart.

In a sense, one doesn't need to be anyone to enjoy art. One needs no vocabulary nor understanding truly grasp the situation occurring. Each piece of art should speak for itself.

A piece of art is at its greatest when it can truly affect its viewers.

And that's what is beautiful about it.

To get together with other artists in the school, to stand with those that is committed to the creation of art is indeed an honor.

The class that I am most enjoyed throughout the whole school day, the class where you can act to your inspiration away from the strict curriculum of other classes, the class that doesn't ask the students not be taught but instead learn and strive through self discipline and motivation.

This class, this place, this environment, have ingrained in me experiences, inspirations, and understandings beyond the limit of the standard curriculum.

Art is so much more than just brushstrokes on a canvas.

It is something that resonates with the hearts of people.








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