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Ashley choi

reaching for connection

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     I never really thought of art as something special to me. I always did it without hopes of getting better or honing my skills in any way. That was until my middle school art teacher. She inspired me to get better and prove to the world of what I’m really capable of. If it wasn’t for her telling me my art was terrible and that I should give it up altogether because I had no chance of improving, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Spite, anger, and confusion really pushed me to explore my talents, because I’m anything but a quitter. I don’t know if it’s because of my Aries sun or Sagittarius moon, but there’s a fire that burns inside me, a fire fueled by white hot anger. Art has always helped me emotionally, just creating something from scratch that I can be proud of is an accomplishment in and of itself, and I’m glad I was pushed to pursue this side of me. I couldn’t imagine it any other way. Junior year really showed me that even in times of immense stress, I could always fall back on creating silly little paintings. Even with a pandemic and feeling of ever present dread hasn’t hindered my art making, so I guess I’m in it for the long haul.

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