Personal Narrative: My Life And The Bronx

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My life is a complex and brilliant painting and The Bronx is my canvas. I am a streak of white paint that has blended and mixed well with the various shades and colors of life. After each year, Dozens of layers of strokes and patterns are added to the vast painting I call life. The canvas was never clear, and was blank to begin with as I built upon the rich experiences of my diverse ancestry. In fact, it is a portrayal of my family’s history and of the aspirations I continuously hold dear. Influences are symbolic drawing that lure in the focus of its viewers. On the canvas of life, my mother stands in the center as the baseline of the portrait. Her open and extended arms show her appreciation and concern for my well-being. Her place within…show more content…
The wide arrays of diverse colors resonate throughout the entire image. A vivid rose petal red and ocean blue shade paint the flag of the heritage I embrace proudly. The Holy Bible creates the symmetrical lines that straighten and align what is occurring within my life. Swirls and strokes symbolize the aroma from the Latino food and the waves of music that have sculpted my passion and pride for the Dominican Republic. My aspiration lies in the foreground, creating the dawn and sunset of my life. Artistic inspiration and my future mix and radiate like stars in the heavens. Gleaming lights flood and shine through the entire painting, adding vibrancy and depth to the canvas. The horizon is personified by life and potential. However, it is incomplete and waiting to be drawn, as I continue to look forward with great aspiration and joy to excel. In the mural of history, our lives are portrayed as art. Our families’ memories are embedded in paintings, which are interconnected through experiences and differences. Within the grand mural of America is where my painting lies, adding diversity to the entire artwork of African American and Latino culture. Although my life began as a simple white streak of paint, several colors have swirled and smeared with me. The plain pallid stripe has begun to become richer in tone and in complexion I continue to add layers and strokes to the painting I call

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