After a hard day of work, every person longs for peace and quiet, for the sound of closing the door from the inside and becoming one with the peaceful refuge that is called home. However, not all homes provide the same amount of this soothing emotion, so essential to human happiness. Some homes lack color, vibrancy, emotions, life, that delightfully cozy essence. This is the reason why I decided to become an interior designer, to be able to help people make their home a true place of refuge and contentment, where their field of vision would rest on soothing images that warm the heart.
I remember being little and having crayons scattered all across my room. My mother would always scorn me about having them like that, but seeing them, the mere thought of knowing that there exists something as beautiful as colors and that my imagination has the power to create multihued pictures on papers and canvases simply astonished me, even as a small child. Art has always been a part of me. I have always felt a certain sensibility to colors and vibrancy of shades all around me, in the falling autumn leaves, in the frozen lake I used to visit when I was a child, in the delightfully buoyant kitchen of my mother, with tinted, red tiles and daisies on them, hanging from the walls. It is as if I have been looking at life through glasses which not only enhanced colors, but with it, enhanced the quality of life itself.
Currently, I am a city college student, who has established plans of transferring next year. Before college, I took art class in high school, and was quite successful at it. I thoroughly enjoyed entering art shows and contests, though it was more about participating than winning. The mere idea of presenting my art to other people was sufficient to make me content, due to the fact that other artists and their work inspires me a great deal, and they motivate me to delve deeper into my own inspiration. Having started college, I took several, art-related courses, which taught me a lot about art in general and have made me realize the profound desire I have of pursuing the career of an interior designer. Courses such as drawing, 2D design and sculpture also had a deep effect on me, as I took art into my own hands. I drew, I sculpted and I created art. This is a feeling that cannot be compared to anything else in the world. I felt like stumbling onto a profound truth, such as the one Georgia O’Keeffe states: “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.” Consequently, I took classes in art history, which funneled my knowledge forward, and I started to comprehend the immense role art has in affecting society and culture.
In addition, I was a volunteer art teacher, teaching children to make traditional Chinese art, calligraphy and paper cards. This proved to be an invaluable experience, as children find it so effortless to express themselves artistically. They have no inhibitions, they do not question their adequacy, and rather create for the sake of creation itself. This is what true art is about, not caring whether someone will like what you created or not. That is irrelevant. What does matter is that you expressed your thoughts, wishes and dreams in the most beautiful manner possible.
The reason I chose interior design is because it intertwines art with every day, human life. It not only possesses an aesthetic characteristic, but it also satisfies an essential human need and creates a function within itself. If properly applied, it offers a soothing experience not only to the human soul, but to all the senses: a warm red oozing from the carpet, a mild blue pacifying the mind, a gentle green caressing the vision, and warm memories flooding the heart. After all, isn’t that what we all need?