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“The
loudest voice comes when nothing is said at all.” I am most conformable and in my own element when I have that pencil, pen, or paintbrush is in my grasp. I feel empowered and confident when I am hunched over my desk-it is my laboratory for creating art and free writing. It is like wearing a coat in the winter, its natural. Sometimes I feel that at my own conception, those arts and writing tools were tightly pressed against my tiny palms. Of course, I can supplement that pen with a keyboard and a pencil with charcoal or pastels-but in any case, I am at home with myself when I am creating. It is my voice. I can articulate just fine and am rather good at it (I have even taken part in numerous public presentations and debates), but the loudest voice comes when nothing is said at all. Ironically enough, when I am in utter stillness is when I can converse with others about my ideas emotions and thoughts the best. I can create the other person’s image, thoughts and expressions in art as easily as they can in words. But I manifest my own ideas the best. I enjoy supplementing my mouth and tongue with brush strokes on a canvas and script on paper. How I could obtain such talents, is a common and reasonable question. My response to such questions is simply, “how else could a young man stay out of trouble in the perilous streets of the Bronx?” New York City, in some spots, is not exactly the standard to American society. Therefore, I thank the city for being so harsh. It has provided me with inspiration to craft my own talents-to not only keep me out of harms way, but also to help me become successful, intelligent, and articulate so I can aid these crawling avenues in which my family and I dwell. I am more than an artist and a writer; I am a political thinker. While I feel I have answers and innovative approaches to political issues, I also feel it is important to have questions. There is more to being an artist than being creative; it is also the ability to see things differently from the norm, to view the other angle, to look at the glass both full and empty. I believe that being creative and artistic does not end at creating art. Art is the first flight of stairs to conveying your ideas. I am an artist with many sources of inspiration. I have endured heart surgery and a vicious car accident. These experiences did not force me to wallow is self-pity, but rather build my self-confidence. I have confidence to be able to tackle physical and mental advertises, to conquer the idea of life, and the confidence to be successful in my educational career-hence, building a promising character. Leading a successful life in which I feel complete in myself is not an adversity but rather a series of steps. Those
steps that I will encounter will challenge my own intellect, which will
only aid me and not diminish my future. Seeing the hardships and
struggles that my mother (who deals with being physically disable due to
a number of life altering surgeries) provides me with determination to
peruse a outstanding education. That strong education can complement not
just a strong career but also a powerful intelligent humane person.
Being lower middle
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class also aids my quest for higher education I want to be able to give
back to a family that expects great things from me and have contributed
so much to keep my dreams and aspirations alive. I want to be able to
give back to a community, society and nation that has treated me so well
and yearns for intellectual aid. I want the whole word to view and read
my creative expression and listen and evaluate my stories and insight.
If it were only known about how much I wish to say about so many things
I could be taken seriously despite the hardships that come when living
in my situation; but then again The
loudest voice comes when nothing is said at all.