For the first essay, I would like to talk about the artist who drew the picture which appears on the first part of my web page.

One day, I was in a book store, and I found a section that had bunch of books about artists. I was really interested about art, and when I was in third grade, I even determined to be an artist. People around me used to say that "You draw well, I am surprised with your picture." However, as I grew up they said nothing when I showed my pictures to them. I think they were just trying to encourage me because I was a young girl. Soon I recognized that my drawing skills were not good enough to be an artist. Nevertheless I gave up my dream, I still liked art. I was very impressed by the books. Then I found a book about an artist, named Mary Cassatt. I saw some of her pictures, and from that moment I came to love her, and her drawings.

Without specific reasons, I started to imitate her drawings. I bought the book that I saw in the book store. I prepared for some large paper, and pencils, and erasers. I thought my picture also had to be very big because I remembered that the size of one of her pictures were so big that she had to make people dig under the ground to make it stand. I really drew hard. I concentrated for like 3 hours. It was I who couldn't even stay sitting on my chair for like 2 hours. This time I was not expecting anything like being an artist. I just enjoyed myself.

The winter vacation came. My family determined to travel to Canada, and Chicago by our car. When I went to Chicago, my family also went to the Art Institute of Chicago, a famous art museum. It was my luckiest day. It was having a special exhibition of Mary Cassatt. I just could not help. I went in, and bought a ticket for it. I waited, and waited. Then, it was my turn to go in. There were so many pictures. Some were also in the book, and some were new pictures that I hadn't seen. I think I stayed there for like an hour. I tired to go in again after I was finished, but a policeman stopped me. I am still mad at the policeman even though I understand her duty. I bought her biography, calenders, frames, and cards. That day was one of my happiest days in my whole life.

In this school, it is very hard to keep my interest in art. Although we have art classes, it is only for using Photoshop. I want to move my arms, hands, fingers. I want my body to be covered with watercolors. Looking at other people's pictures, I feel as if I have got the whole world. I feel peaceful that nobody can't interrupt my happiness.