Whether in study, work or life, we are all familiar with the essay, right, the essay can be divided into elementary school composition, secondary school composition, college composition (essay). I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays, the following is a painter's essay that I have organized, for reference only, I hope to be able to help you.
Painter Essay 1
I am an ordinary elementary school student, but my dream is not ordinary, my dream is to become a painter.
At the beginning of my study of painting, there was a sketching, the teacher let us paint a towering mountain, not long, a painting I thought was perfect was completed. I brought it back to my mom, who said, "You didn't draw this, did you?" I said confidently, "I did it, call the teacher if you don't believe me!" My mom really called and asked. After learning the truth, my mom was so excited that she hugged me and said, "You're a great son!" I felt so happy too.
Since then, I paint more self-confidence, I know how to do things can not be double-minded, to be an aesthetic, opinionated people. I want to paint all the world's Qiankun million things, crawling on the ground, swimming in the water and flying in the sky, I also want to use my full of deep feelings of the tip of the brush, proud of the brilliant colors waved out of our great motherland, depicting her prosperity, strength, beauty and colorful.
At night, I had a dream, I dreamed that my dream came true. I really became a painter, and I was trying hard to depict my motherland standing in the east of the world and the small Chinese dream in my heart.
I woke up, the dream woke up, but my dream has not woken up, I want to go toward my dream, forward!
Painter Essay 2I have had a dream since I was a child, that is, to be a painter, but now there is a small change, what is it? That is to be a cartoonist, I hope I can use cartoons to bring change and joy to readers.
If you ask me, "Why do you have a dream?" I would answer, "Because I've been drawing since I was a kid, and drawing is my talent and my hobby, and art can be a stress reliever." Besides, being a calligrapher is tiring, isn't it? Writing calligraphy requires a lot of practice .... A long time, not only have to write all the time, all the time, there is enough boring, the teacher has been asked to east, asked the west of the prospective character is too big, too small, to write in the middle of the grid ...... and so on, there is enough annoying, and that is not my favorite, nor is it my hobby.
Then what to do to reach the dream? You must be creative and have a sense of humor, and, to know the taste of the reader, not too monotonous. You can do a plan book, plan book content can be written, practice a few minutes a day and God what time to start practicing, have the opportunity to learn more about relevant information and participate in activities, more and the same interests of friends need to collaborate with each other when encountering setbacks, cheer each other, cheer and encouragement, do not be influenced by other people, there is a possibility that your dream will be dashed.
I hope I can dream to bring you wireless dreams and joy, and into your life, wild also hope that you can, like my cartoon, and give me some support and encouragement.
I hope that I can dream of bringing wireless dreams and joy and integrating them into your life, and I hope that you can like my cartoon and give me some support and encouragement. I like it very much. My mom says I've been interested in drawing since I was a child, and I always like to take a brush and paint, and I'm still the representative of the art class in my class. Besides drawing, I am also good at handicrafts. My sister also likes drawing very much, and every time I go to her house, we always compete with her in drawing and handicrafts. Whenever I couldn't beat her in drawing, I would think: she can do it, why can't I? She takes two minutes to draw a pony, so I can do it. She can make ten roses and ten noon flowers in four minutes, why can't I? The answer is: I can do it, I will do it!
My mom always said, "You're like a little mule when it comes to art." I've already set a theme for my future - to be a painter.
In order for me to learn more art knowledge and skills, my mom also enrolled me in painting classes. In order to cultivate my interest in art, my mom always encourages me to go to more art activities.
I have thought, if I am a painter, then I want to be like the magic brush Ma Liang, painting the world's most beautiful things, painting the world's most touching stories, painting the world's greatest buildings. Come on! Let's **** together for our dreams.
Painter 4Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Autumn is a magical painter, she brought coolness and gentleness, and a box of colorful paints, quietly, quietly to the world.
"Painter" came to the field, saw him dip his brush into the paint, and then a big brush, the field crops ripened instantly. You see, sorghum raised red torch; rice paddies become golden, far away, a breeze blowing, a piece of rice paddies as if the golden sea. Farmers see, face hung with the joy of harvest.
"Painter" came to the garden, she carefully depicted. Petunia was given a light purple, tick tock, tick tock, petunia blew a purple trumpet; autumn girl to the fuchsia and pink to the delphinium, although the delphinium has only three petals, but its petals also revealed a kind of playful and lovely. From a distance it looks like the little dresses of the flower fairies! Chrysanthemum sisters are also competing to bloom their own smiling faces, beautiful chrysanthemums have vertical down, as if the golden waterfall pouring down; some like the sun's rays, to the surrounding eruption of its vigorous vitality; some irregular birth show, like a beautiful girl in the display of her graceful posture ...... The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it!
"Painter" and came to the orchard, she painted a few strokes of ink and color. Persimmons became orange-red, like a "small lantern" hanging all over the branches; apples became red, rounded apples like children's faces, lovely extremely! Pomegranate grinning "mouth", revealing the crystal-like "teeth".
It is the "painter" to bring us a rich and varied, melons and fruits of the fall. I love this "painter".
As far as the eye can see, there is a clear stream, a colorful flower, and the singing birds, dancing butterflies. As far as the eye can see, it is a boundless painting.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle" I heard the song of the spring rain, nature, the magical painter, painted a drop of rain that moisturizes everything. After a spring rain, I like to stroll in the soaked small village, this time the village is very quiet, like the rain washed away the original lively. I walked toward a small bamboo forest in the village to explore the "secret" in my heart. The land under my feet has been washed by the rain is very soft, I also do not care how dirty, with my curious hand grabbed a handful of soil, you do not say, quite comfortable, I smelled from the soil it has been dormant for many years of flavor, smelled the unique flavor of nature. A bamboo is tall and straight, their verdure is human can't use pigment modulation out, but the nature but the bamboo coat "painting" so natural, beautiful. "A drop of rainwater slipped off the leaf and fell on my cheek. "Huh?" Did the painter's paint accidentally fall off?
The summer heat, nature, the magical painter, the sun in the sky "painting" the red. The village people are either at home with air conditioning, or in the porch pavilion with a fan fan. And the robins on the trees are hot in the cry. When night falls, the painter "tears" away the page of the daytime painting, replaced by a beautiful night picture. Park more people up, the children in the pleasant play, the women will be in the line dance, the old people sitting on the stone benches chatting about the day, but also colorful, the creek and the sound of pounding, "popping, popping" very rhythmic. They are not for the temporary retreat of the heat and happy?
Autumn wind blowing, nature, the magical painter, painted the harvest, painted the trees in the fall. I love this beautiful autumn, far away, that the mountain was originally green and beautiful, and now the painter added a few strokes, add a red fast burning up the color, but also added a golden piece. Autumn colors for this mountain embellished with a beautiful stroke, sketched out a charming picture. As I walked under a big tree, the dead leaves fluttered down like butterflies, laying a golden carpet for the village. As I walked on this carpet, a crisp sound came to my ears, which was so clear that it was as if I had heard the sound of nature playing. Is this picture of beauty being painted for the harvest season?
A sky full of flying snow sprites extraordinarily beautiful, nature, the magical painter, painted a hexagonal flower. I pushed open the window door to welcome the snowflakes. After a night of snow, my beautiful village was all dressed in silver. Perhaps, it was the pure, snowy white of the snowflakes that made the world very bright. I saw a lot of snowflake prints on the windows, which looked like they were decorating my windows! I was so excited that I rushed to the snow. "One, two, three ......." As I went along, there were more and more footprints in the snow, which were my naughty stamps. Suddenly, it snowed again, is the painter to see me naughty deliberately painted on?
Nature's painting is boundless, there is no frame that can frame this painting; nature's painting is magical, there is no magician whose magic can surpass it; nature's painting is beautiful and vibrant, there is no painter who can paint its natural scenery. This is our nature, a magical painter!
Painter Essay 6Everyone has their own ideals, and so do I. Some people want to be scientists, some quite doctors. Some people want to be a scientist, some quite a doctor, some want to be a policeman ...... everyone's ideals are different, and my ideal is to be a painter. Tolstoy said: ideal is the guiding light. Without ideal there is no firm direction, no direction there is no power of life. Since my ideal is to be a painter, I must paint the colorful world, paint a belong to my own, belong to me alone in the world.
I have loved painting since preschool. When I was young, I only felt very godly when I picked up the paper and brush. But now, I've changed my mindset. I still love to draw, but now I feel that drawing allows me to quiet my mind and let my eyes see the world. Whenever I see something beautiful, I can't help but pick up the brush, paint it, put it in the binder, and take it out from time to time to look at it and modify it.
Reality is this bank, the ideal bank, the interval between the rapid river, action is the bridge over the river, as long as you put effort, you will be able to reach the other side of the ideal. Therefore, I have to look at a few paintings of famous artists every day, copy one, and experience the secret of it.
Although this ideal is far away from me. But I think it can be realized if I work hard.
Painter Essay 7In the middle of the 16th century, when tomatoes were first introduced to Europe from the United States, some people suspected that it was poisonous because of its delicate color, and gave him a daunting name - wolf peaches.
After a long time, a painter in order to test the tomato is not really poisonous. So early one morning, he carried a basket to the market to buy two big and red "wolf peach". He held the peaches in his hands, his hands and feet were trembling and shaking, but in order to prove whether the peaches were poisonous, he had to do it. So he closed his eyes tightly, and immediately stuffed the wolf peach, at first he did not react, but when the wolf peach has been stuffed into his mouth is, he magically 'realized, the wolf peach is how delicious ah!
At noon, when he ate his lunch, he felt that his appetite was particularly great today. He thought, "Could this be caused by the "poisonous" wolf peaches?" It was amazing. I have to tell everyone that the wolf peaches are not poisonous! The artist thought for a long time and gave the peach another beautiful name - tomato.
In the evening, when the artist was bored, he put the rest of the tomato on a stool next to the easel, and it was clear that he wanted to paint the tomato to keep it forever.
From then on, the painter insisted on eating a tomato every day, and his body became even better than before. From then on, the tomato got the fame it deserved.
This incident tells the world not to follow the trend blindly, so that the loss of not only delicious flavor, but also spiritual things and property.
Painter Essay 8If someone asks me about my after-school hobbies, I will definitely blurt out: painting!
Whenever I see children with colorful brushes, sitting in front of the drawing board, my heart is always full of curiosity and anticipation, my eyes staring at the throbbing tip of the brush up and down, left and right, as if I was creating. When a beautiful picture was presented in front of me, I was even more envious, and my heart itched to try. So, I started to learn to draw.
When I first began to learn to draw, there are many strange ideas in my head, but I can't begin to pick up the pen, and it's hard to draw a stroke, but I don't always think it's to my liking, and then erase it and redraw it, and so on and so forth, and then the paper was altered all over the place. Looking at some of the "ugly" works, I was a little sad, the original painting is not as fun as imagined, the heart will play a retreat.
My sister saw all this in her eyes, and came to my side, picked up the paintbrush, in my "ugly work" on the modification of some. I watched carefully, gradually, a smile appeared on his face, panicked from my sister's hand grabbed the brush, muttering: "This is my painting! My sister cried and laughed, "Painting takes time, it's not that easy to get good at it!" I pretended not to hear, lowered my head and pretended to draw one or two strokes, but the bottom of my heart is full of gratitude to my sister.
Nowadays, my drawing skills have been slightly successful, and I can always use my own young hands to draw out my imagination. Even my usually unsmiling mother gave me a thumbs up and praised, "My daughter is really a little painter!"
Hehehe, I want to be a big painter!
Painter Essay 9I am a little painter, and I usually like painting very much." The "simple and lovely" elephants; the "black-eyed" panda; the "fast and furious" cheetah; the "tall" public **** car ------ are all in the picture. I often make a lot of jokes in order to draw.
I remember once, as soon as I finished my homework, I started painting without stopping. I was hungry to draw, suddenly, my mother's kind and familiar voice came to my ears: "Stop drawing, come and eat!" But I was still immersed in the world of painting. In this way, I painted, painted ------ five minutes past, ten minutes past, twenty minutes past ------ mom's voice raised to one hundred and eighty decibels, yelling: "Dinner!" But I turned a deaf ear. After another moment, Dad's lion-like voice reached my ears, which brought me back to reality from the world of painting all of a sudden. Only to see Dad sticking one hand in his waist and pointing one hand at my nose, he said furiously, "We've been eating for so long, and you're still drawing!" I felt puzzled, and when I looked, it turned out that it was already late. I then slowed down and stammered, "It's because I was so engrossed in painting that I didn't hear you call me to dinner." When I finished dinner, I realized it was already half past nine.
After my unremitting efforts, a vivid and beautiful paintings in my pen quietly born, whenever this time in my heart a sense of accomplishment will come. I believe that after unremitting efforts, I will become a good painter, with that beautiful brush to paint the motherland that magnificent mountains and rivers!
Painter Essay 10In my heart, the ideal is like a bright light, always illuminating people's hearts. And like the fire of hope, bright and eye-catching. It is more like a sailboat carrying a dream, bravely breaking the waves at sea. Everyone has their own ideals, and my ideal is very different from others, I want to be a painter when I grow up.
To ask why I would have such an ideal? I remember when I was a child, I did not like painting, and I preferred to be close to nature as a traveler. Once we went out for a family outing, where the mountains and waters were green and the scenery was pleasant. The flowers and grasses exuded a charming fragrance, and butterflies stood on the fingertips of the flowers and danced. A few drifting wildflowers would come with the breeze, and all of a sudden the fragrance of flowers was all around. At night, the insects would also tell their stories under the illumination of fireflies. I was so fascinated by the beauty of this place that I regretted I couldn't carry it home. Dad said to me, "The view here is very beautiful, but it's a pity that I forgot to bring my camera, if you can draw it down, the beautiful view will be with us forever." Hearing my dad's words I came to a realization, why not? I immediately found a pen and paper, a stroke began to depict the beauty of the scene in front of me, not long after the mountains and rivers, flowers, plants and trees, it jumped off the paper. My mom praised me for the vividness of my drawings. From this moment on, the ideal seed in my heart took root and sprouted, my heart is cultivating the seed of this visionary ideal: "when the painter".
I bought a lot of painting books, and whenever I had time, I put up my brush and drew according to the books. In order to make my paintings more three-dimensional, I also try to practice calligraphy, in order to exercise the strength and flexibility of the wrist. I think through my efforts, in the near future I can use the hands of the brush and colorful paints to depict the great mountains and rivers of the motherland, so that more people can appreciate and feel its beauty, so as to realize my ideal.
Painter Essay 11In the middle of the sixteenth century, there is a fruit from the Americas into Europe, see its bright colors, not too big and not too small, smooth and delicate skin. Then some people suspected that it was poisonous, and gave it a fearful name - wolf peach, and someone said, "Whoever eats wolf peach will surely die!" People heard it and felt terrible, so no one went to eat it.
Later, there was a famous painter because he loved to paint wolf peaches, so he kind of didn't believe that wolf peaches were poisonous, and the painter wanted to eat one desperately. The painter's family and friends advised him not to eat this poisonous wolf peach, but the painter said he had to eat. His family asked, "You know that the wolf peach is poisonous but you still want to eat it, what is the use of eating it?" The painter said, "The day before yesterday, the dog of Xiao Zhang's family ate the wolf peach and didn't die yet! If I die, I can show people that wolf peaches are really poisonous, and if I don't die, I can show people that wolf peaches are edible." The family was speechless.
The painter walked to the wolf peach tree, he carefully from the tree in picking a wolf peach, put to his mouth, and slowly put down,, and then put to his mouth again, the painter thought: I died, but also for the science of death, is honorable. The painter put the wolf peach in his mouth, and felt the flavor counted sweet and delicious, too delicious. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ...... painter surprisingly did not die, which shows that the wolf peach is not poisonous, it is possible, only to negate the wolf peach poisonous, so that people know the misconceptions, so that the wolf peach got the rightful beauty of the name - tomato.
Now tomatoes have become a favorite fruit and vegetable in China and many countries.
Painter Essay 12I am an ordinary elementary school student, but my dream is not ordinary.
At the beginning of my study of painting, there was a sketching, my teacher let us paint a towering mountain, not long, a painting I thought was perfect was completed. I brought it back to my mom, who said, "You didn't draw this, did you?" I said confidently, "I did it, call my teacher if you don't believe me!" My mom really called and asked. After learning the truth, my mom was so excited that she hugged me and said, "You're a great son!" I felt so happy too.
Since then, I paint more self-confidence, I know how to do things can not be double-minded, to be an aesthetic, opinionated people. I want to paint all the world's Qiankun million things, crawling on the ground, swimming in the water and flying in the sky, I also want to use my full of deep feelings of the tip of the brush, proud of the brilliant colors waved out of our great motherland, depicting her prosperity, strength, beauty and colorful.
At night, I had a dream, I dreamed that my dream came true. I really became a painter, and I was trying hard to depict my motherland standing in the east of the world and the small Chinese dream in my heart.
I woke up, the dream woke up, but my dream has not woken up, I want to go toward my dream, forward!
Painter Essay 13My ideal is to be a painter, I want to put the motherland's mountains and rivers, grass and trees, all with my brush down. But if I were a painter, what would be the first painting? I would paint the Great Wall of China. When I was young, my grandfather told me that the Great Wall of China is a huge dragon. When I went to school, my teacher told me that the Great Wall is the symbol of the Chinese nation. My ideal is to be a painter, so I first admire its majestic posture, see the world-famous Jiayuguan Pass, see the people called the world's first pass Shanhaiguan. Then, with my magic brush, I will depict the dragon. I also want to paint the five mountains of Mount Tai, Mount Hua, Mount Heng, Mount Song, Mount Heng; that is known as the cradle of the Chinese nation of the Yellow River Oh, if I were a painter, I want to travel all over the motherland's famous mountains and rivers, places of interest, to depict their elegance.
Oh, if I were a painter, what else would I paint? I want to paint the golden wave rolling harvest fields; I want to paint the steel splash of the busy factories; but also to paint the hot construction site to that time, I will certainly carry the clip, to my six years of elementary school learning life of the alma mater. At that time, the alma mater, the school building will be dozens of high skyscrapers, the whole campus will be as beautiful as a garden. After decades of hard work, the teachers would be full of students. I want to put the new appearance of the alma mater, the teacher's kind face, and a new generation of children and teenagers flower-like smile into my scroll.
Ah! If I were a painter, I would always carry a drawing board, with brushes, wherever I go, wherever I paint. At that time, I want to travel around the country, with my brush to paint them all down I believe I will one day become a great painter.
Painter Essay 14Xu Beihong's horses and Qi Baishi's shrimps are amazing works, and they themselves are famous all over the world. And in our class, there is a rising painter, can be very evocative of the mood of the painting, and he, is our class of well-behaved Shen Guangcuo.
In the activity class on Friday afternoon, his "talent" was inadvertently discovered. Activity class, the teacher let each group to answer their own prepared questions, but although it is their own prepared questions, but it is difficult to fall a large number of groups, many groups of zero points on the list, there are some half-crippled on the battlefield, the only one group of full marks, it is really more than a group, the gas is dead! And sitting at the foot of the blackboard Shen Guangcuo, it is right to become a scorekeeper.
He remembers very carefully, one stroke at a time. At the beginning of the writing of Chinese characters, a look at not work, and then change the number of Chinese characters combined, still not good, only to change the pure numbers, really with eighteen ways to keep score. At this time, he seemed to have a sudden burst of inspiration and drew in front of the score with colored chalk. Seeing this situation, as the closest to him I should stop, but I watched with interest, do not know, a look spellbound.
With yellow and white chalk, he was sketching out sunny, cloudy and cloudy skies. He is using these three drawings to indicate different situations, moods and scores. The group with full marks has a blazing sun, sending warmth in the middle of this harsh winter. Above the group with zero points, draw a cloudy sky with rain, just like their mood at this time, depressed. He listened carefully to the content of the class, but also painted a picture of the hearts of the people, deserved to be a great painter.
Painting dragons and tigers is difficult to paint the bones, know the face of the people do not know the heart, the heart are painted out, not a big painter?
Since I learned to paint, mom and dad have been calling me a little painter. When it comes to this nickname, there is a little story!
On Saturday, I had nothing to do at home, so I had been reading books on the road to success of famous painters. Suddenly, on a whim, I also wanted to paint a portrait. But who to draw? I looked left and right, and saw my mom was seriously reading the book, that look can be really beautiful! So I decided to let my mom be my model. Mom, can I draw a portrait of you? Of course! Mom quickly agreed.
Mom sat on a chair, feet together, a sweet smile on her face. I picked up the pen and began to draw the outline, head, body, hands, feet? At this time, mom moved a little, I hurriedly reminded her: mom, don't move, I haven't finished drawing yet. Mom smiled and said: Got it, little painter! Ah, call me little painter! I was so nervous and excited that I happily went on to draw the eyes, the nose, the mouth? Finally the outline was done. I took out the watercolor pencils and began to color, black hair, green clothes, yellow buttons? After more than an hour of hard work, the beautiful mom was finally painted. When I showed the portrait to my mom, she exclaimed again: wow! Little painter, you are wonderful!
Mom not only called me a little painter, but also took the painting to every family member, neighbor, friend to see, and said to them: this is my little painter painted, great, right?
From then on, everyone called me Little Painter.
This is the first time I've been called a painter.