Can you measure progress? How? Where does it start? If progress doesn’t have a beginning, does it have an end?
I have always been infatuated by the world of art.
My love for art developed when I was younger, always thinking in my head and analyzing what was before me.
However my appreciation for art came later much later. The fall semester of my junior year I found myself in an entry level art class. This class taught me how to feel art; how to look at it. I didn’t just love the way it looked; I understood it. I was taught how to feel it, to know what the artist was trying to portray. Perhaps my favorite part of art is how the artist proclaims awareness for social issues.