What a Teacher Meant For MeAs a student who admittedly turned a blind eye to art in the beginning, it was only until I met my high school art teacher, Nicholas Kincaid, that art became an expression of my self-improvement. As soft-spoken he was, his discussion of art was enviously loud as he always encouraged constant improvement of my work; as if he saw every speck of potential in me to pull it off. In the moments he praises the work coming from his students, it was also during the times the he share his personal artwork that I have found art to be beautifully amazing. His ability to hone his skills that go beyond two dimensionality was an aspect I respected and admired and has forever changed my perspective on the levels in which art existed. Whether it was a piece that challenged stubborn ideals, or the practicality of art in everyday life, Mr. Kincaid taught me that art became something reflective of the present thoughts we all hold.
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As influential my high school art teacher was, his way of teaching laminates into the teaching philosophy I created for myself. One can find art impractical, but it oftentimes takes the right mind and creative space to rev the engine's mind of imagination. While everyone may have the engine revved, there's still a constant need for improvement. There may be crashes, a flat, a broken light, and with that, not everyone may have the tools to grasp the 'creative motor'. With the right amount of guidance and persevering mindset, art forms can be created, honed, and executed; and it is at that moment that art possesses itself into the world in a way that crosses what one may have thought was infinitely impossible. To teach art, is to pass on another level of excitement of the next self-improving project.
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