My name is Holly. I am in my early teens and live with a fun family. (And a cute Guinea Pig called Strider)
All my life I have been drawing, writing, telling stories, dancing, and practically anything that has to do with art.
I used to be facinated with large powerful animals. Ok. Call me a tomboy. I never liked Barbie Dolls. In fact, I would cry if my mom ever dragged me into the "pink isle".
I was born in Milford Hospital but quickly moved to Florida. I was very small so I ended going on all the baby rides at Disneyland. But, I do remember a few things from Florida. My parents always used to take me to a place called "Gatorland". I felt like a kid in a candy store there. I would run around and look at all of the alligators and other reptiles when most small GIRLS would be afraid. When they used to feed the gators chicken, everyone could watch from high above on a walk way while those massive creatures propelled themselves out of the water and snatched the chicken out of the air. My parents told me that they were afraid that I would go jump in to swim with the gators. nah...O:)
When we moved back up, I still refused Barbies and went on adoring animals with all my heart. I actually found piles and piles of old drawings of dogs and dolphins.
But where did all the artistness begin? (is artistness even a word?) I would have to say when I was still in Florida. My grandpa used to come down (from MA to Florida. Quite a drive!) and visit. While he was there, he told me he constantly saw me coloring and drawing with crayon. Although, he said that I would only use the color purple. Purple quickly became my favorite color and I actually found old coloring pages that are covered in purple crayon. lolz.
As I got older, I went to school and had to write summaries of stories that my teacher told us. Well, she said I was great at it and remembered everything. She also told me that whatever I left out, I made up. lolz. And she handed me some of my old assignments and at the bottom of each there was a small picture of what the story looked like in my head.
And so I got older and continued writing and drawing. In fourth grade, my teacher Miss Laffin inspired me the most. We had to write in diaries and I constantly did so, leaving a drawn picture at the bottom of each entry. But I do remember one story she helped me with. It was about a girl with a horse. My first paragraph was so boring and she read it. She told me that it needed something. I went back to my seat and opened up alittle bit. I added all kinds of crazy detail to create my setting. When I was finished, Miss Laffin was so proud of me that she read it to the class. Of course I blushed cause I get so embarrassed showing my stuff to people.
And so finally I made it to middle school. Superlatives came around and I remember walking down the hallway and being stopped by people. "You are Holly, right?" I would of course nod. Then they would say "I voted for you for most Artistic." lolz. So, I guess everyone in the school thought I was the most artistic person. But I am sure I am not. I just wish that other people who are artistic go into art club with me. It will be fun and they will be able to show how artistic they are.
During the course of the eighth grade year, I wrote a story called "The Evanescent Mark". It ended up being 16 pages long. My teacher, Ms. Giguere, gave me praise on it and gave me the highest grade in the class. I was proud.
At the very end of the year, they had middle school Awards Day. I got a few acedemic awards. Although, I wasn't the highest in my class and probably won't ever be.lolz. I got two special awards that I framed. One for most creative and artistic and "Young Writer's Award". I blushed quite a bit when they called me up for those two awards cause they were the ones that I prayed to get.
Into the summer I plunged! I finally got an account on Elfwood and broadened my drawing to watercolors, pen, charcoal, colored pencil, graphite, acrylic, and so much more. Quickly, I got serious about my art and quickly learned more and more about porportion and style.
My meme, a fellow art fanatic, gave me more supplies than I know what to do with. Art books by the box full. Paint Brushes to fill my entire basement! Of course with her help, I will finally explore art more than ever!!!
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