2015 was a year where I felt very disconnected from my identity. Many of my friendships ended that year, and I still didn’t know what defined who I was—sexuality, passions, grades, friends, religion, money.
2016 was the last year I took an art class up until my last year of high school. I loved my art class—the environment and the teachers were great, but because of the ranking system in Texas, I took more AP STEM classes to remain in the top 7% (auto acceptance into UT).
The 2-year break I took from creating art, though, was quite interesting, and when I started making art again in senior year, my aesthetic and skill level improved. Perhaps by merely observing art in my Art History and Humanities classes through the years, I improved subconsciously.