我最喜欢的一节艺术课英语作文九年级

我最喜欢的一节艺术课英语作文九年级
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篇1
My Favorite Art Class
I have to admit, when I first found out we had to take an art class for 9th grade, I wasn't exactly thrilled. Art has never really been my thing – I'm more of a math and science kind of girl. Give me a test on algebra or a lab experiment any day over having to draw or paint something. But art was a required class, so I reluctantly signed up, hoping I could just get it over with.
Little did I know that art class would end up being one of the highlights of my 9th grade year. It's all thanks to our totally awesome and inspiring teacher, Mrs. Franklin. From the very first day, she had this energy and passion for art that was just contagious. She really made us get excited about creating and appreciating art in a way I'd never experienced before.
The first unit we did was on drawing. Now, I've never been the best at drawing – my stick figures look like they were created by a 3-year-old. But Mrs. Franklin was so patient and encouraging as she taught us different shading techniques and
how to draw shapes, objects, and people. She'd walk around the classroom giving us all individual feedback and pointers in such a positive way. Even when my drawings looked like hot garbage, she'd point out something I did well and give me tips to improve.
Slowly but surely, my drawing skills started improving. I remember the sense of pride I felt when I actually drew a 3D cube that didn't look totally lopsided! By the end of that unit, I had filled up pages and pages of my sketchbook with all kinds of drawings using different styles and materials like pencils, charcoal, and pastels. Who knew I actually had at least a little bit of drawing talent after all?
Next up was painting, which I was even more nervous about since that's a whole different beast than drawing. But Mrs. Franklin made it super fun and approachable, having us start with super simple paintings using just a couple colors. Once we got the basics down, she encouraged us to get creative and expressive with our paintings, using colors and brush strokes to convey emotions and stories.
One of my favorite paintings I did was an abstract one representing feelings of joy. I went crazy using super bright and vibrant colors like yellows, oranges, and pinks, with lots of energetic brushwork. When it was done, I remember staring at it
and feeling a sense of happiness just looking at it. That's when I realized art can be so much more than just trying to recreate something realistically – it taps into your emotions and imagination in such a cool way.
As the year went on, we explored all kinds of other artistic mediums like sculpting, collages, printmaking, you name it. With each new unit, Mrs. Franklin would give us cool historical and cultural context about those art forms, which made me appreciate art so much more as a way of expressing ideas and experiences across different times and places.
She'd also sometimes bring in guest artists to share their talents and processes with us. One week a professional photographer came and did a whole presentation and demo on creative photography techniques. Another time, a painter came and did a live "art battle" with Mrs. Franklin, where they each created a painting from scratch, side-by-side, in under an hour! Experiences like those made me see how alive and dynamic the world of art can be.
Of course, no art class would be complete without the occasional unconventional or messyproject. One that really sticks out in my mind is when Mrs. Franklin had us do huge 4x4 foot canvas paintings...with our hands and feet instead of brushes!
We had to take off our shoes and socks, roll up our pants legs, and get super messy using our bodies to apply the vibrant acrylic paint onto the canvases. I have to admit, at first I thought it seemed kind of silly and I didn't really want to get all drenched in paint. But once I started using my hands and feet to smear and smush the different colors around, it felt so freeing and childlike, bringing me back to those messy fingerpainting days as a kid. By the end, we were all giggling messes of color, but so proud of the huge abstract masterpieces we had created.
Moments like those made me realize art class was about so much more than just learning techniques or art history. It was about expressing yourself without boundaries, thinking creatively and outside the box, and just allowing yourself to get loose and have fun making a mess sometimes! No other class gave you that kind of freedom and space to explore.
I also have to give Mrs. Franklin huge kudos for the way she designed our final project for the year. Instead of just a test or homework assignment, she had us each pick one medium we wanted to focus on, and then create a whole series of works around a theme or concept we cared about, almost like our own mini art show.
For my project, I decided to go with painting, and explore the theme of nature and environmental conservation through my artworks. I spent weeks sketching ideas, mixing colors, and carefully crafting about 6-7 canvas paintings depicting scenes like a rainforest, coral reef, field of wildflowers, and other representations of our planet's beauty and natural wonders. My last painting was actually an abstract piece made of swirling brown and grey hues, depicting the damage being done to our environment through smog and pollution.
When it came time to present my series, I wasn't just showing off paintings – I was expressing my passion for defending the miracles of nature we too often take for granted. Art became my voice and vehicle for advocacy. And you know what? When I was done presenting, I got a roaring round of applause from my classmates and Mrs. Franklin. In that moment, I felt like a real artist whose work could actually make an impact.
That final project and the reactions it received honestly gave me such a profound appreciation for the power of art. These works I had toiled over weren't just pretty pictures to hang up –they communicated messages, provoked thought and discussion, and made people feel something on a deeper level. I realized art isn't just a hobby, but a pivotal part of humanity's ability to
communicate universal feelings, stories, and perspectives in unique and compelling ways.
As I walked out of that art classroom for the final time, dropping off my portfolio of work for Mrs. Franklin to grade, I felt a bittersweet feeling. On one hand, I was relieved my year of art class was finally over and I could get back to focusing on my stronger subjects like math and science. But on the other hand, I already missed the freedom, creativity, and joy that art class had brought me.
Most of all though, I felt immensely grateful for Mrs. Franklin's amazing teaching and passion. She singlehandedly transformed my perspective on art from viewing it as a boring, impractical elective into appreciating it as a powerful tool for personal expression, creative thinking, and even impacting important causes. Art class ended up being so much more than just a required course – it was place where I built real skills, explored my imagination, and found my voice as an artist, albeit an unexpected one.
Who knows, maybe I'll keep practicing and developing my artistic talents throughout high school and beyond. Or maybe I'll end up pursuing a completely different path. But either way, the lessons, experiences, and confidence I gained from Mrs.
Franklin's art class will stick with me for life. Thanks to her incredible teaching and contagious passion, art is now deeply woven into how I perceive and engage with the world around me. And for that, I'll always be grateful for my favorite, most
eye-opening class of 9th grade.
篇2
My Favorite Art Class
Art has always been one of my favorite subjects in school. Ever since I was a little kid, I loved drawing, painting, sculpting with clay or play-doh. There's just something so satisfying about creating something with your own two hands. When I'd finish an art project, I'd beam with pride looking at what I had made from just a blank canvas or shapeless lump of clay. Art class was always a welcome break from the more rigid academics of math, science, and English class.
This year in 9th grade, I finally got to take an actual art class as an elective instead of just having art incorporated into other classes. On the first day, I was so excited walking into that art room. It had a completely different vibe and atmosphere from a normal classroom. The spacious room had high ceilings and big windows allowing in tons of natural light. The walls were covered
in previous students' artwork and different artistic inspirations and posters. There were shelves full of paints, brushes, canvases, sculpting tools and every type of art supply you could imagine. You could feel the creative energy pulsing through the room.
Our art teacher's name was Mrs. Franklin and she had to be one of the coolest teachers at our school. She always dressed really trendy and artsy, with paint-stained smocks, funky jewelry and wild hair dyed different colors. You could tell from the moment you met her that she just exuded creativity and passion for art. During that first class, she went around the room and had each of us share our favorite type of art and what we hoped to get out of her class. The answers ranged from painting to pottery to fashion design to sculpture and everything in between. I said that while I loved all forms of art, my favorite was definitely painting and that I hoped to become a much better painter and learn new techniques.
Over the course of the semester, we got to experiment with pretty much every type of artistic medium you can think of. We started off with the basics like pencil sketching and shading, learning about lines, shapes, proportions, perspective and other fundamentals of drawing. We then moved into painting, starting with watercolors and getting the hang of color theory, brush
strokes, composition and more. We learned about different painting styles and got to try our hand at things like abstract art, impressionism, realism, portraiture, landscape painting, and more.
One of my favorite projects was when we spent a few weeks studying the Renaissance masters and art movements like Baroque and Rococo. We analyzed famous works from painters like Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Raphael, Caravaggio, Rembrandt, and Vermeer. We talked about the advanced techniques they used like chiaroscuro, contrapposto, foreshortening, sfumato, and tenebrism. We then spent weeks practicing and attempting to recreate our own paintings inspired by the Renaissance greats. It was such a rewarding challenge trying to capture the same drama, emotion, shadowing and believable realism that those Old Masters achieved.
Another unit I loved was when we learned about different sculpting methods using clay, wire, papier-mâché, and even unconventional materials like aluminum foil, plastic bottles, and recyclables. We started off with simple sculpting techniques like pinching, coiling, and slabbing for basic shapes and forms. We then moved into more advanced sculpting methods and learned how to capture proportions, posing, texture and details to make
incredibly realistic human and animal figures. One of my proudest accomplishments was the life-sized papier-mâché sculpture I made of a howling wolf. It wasn't perfect, but it felt so rewarding to construct that 3D figure from essentially just newspaper and paste.
Towards the end of the semester, we worked on two of the longest and biggest projects - a large self-portrait painting, and then a completely freestyle final project of our choice. For the self-portrait, we spent weeks studying the proportions and details of the human face and form. We started with basic sketches and proportional measurements, then kept refining and perfecting our portraits. We learned advanced painting and color-mixing techniques to accurately capture the tones, hues and shades of human skin, hair, and eyes. We focused on lighting, shadows, and depth to make our portraits have dimension and pop off the canvas. After probably a month of work, we had to unveil our completed self-portraits in front of the whole class. I was both terrified and proud to share the larger-than-life
self-portrait I had toiled over for so long.
Finally, for our cumulative final project, we were given total freedom to create whatever we wanted using whichever mediums we wished. We could work individually or in small
groups, and the only requirement was that it needed to be meaningful to us in some way and reflect who we were as an artist. Some students chose to create giant papier-mâché sculptures of their sports team's mascot, others did fashion design sketches and created conceptual outfits and haute couture gowns, a few students made short films or animated movies, and others did massive collaborative murals or collages reflecting things important to them.
My final project ended up being a massive 4 feet by 6 feet acrylic painting depicting a scenic nature landscape I loved hiking in near my hometown. I wanted to incorporate every painting and color technique we had learned over the course of the semester. I spent endless hours in that art room, putting on podcasts and just getting completely lost in creating this piece. Looking back at photos of my progress, I'm honestly shocked at how far my painting abilities came from those first basic lessons on day one. Slowly but surely through practice, practice, practice, I learned so much about composition, color-mixing, different brushstrokes, bringing elements into the foreground and background, creating certain moods and lighting, and all the subtle details that went into a believable, evocative piece of art.
On the last day of class, we had an art show/gallery walk where all of our final projects were displayed throughout the art room and adjoining hallways. Parents, teachers, students and administrators all came through to see the incredible work we had produced. I'll never forget the immense pride I felt watching people stop to admire my gigantic landscape painting and explain to their friends or family members the thought and effort that went into each little detail. More than one person asked if they could actually purchase it from me!
That entire art class was just such an incredibly rewarding experience and earned Mrs. Franklin my undying appreciation as a teacher. In a world that too often stifles creativity in pursuit of exam scores and standardized metrics, she gave us a safe space to nurture our artistic talents and express ourselves. She didn't just teach art through dry lecturing, but actually had us doing hands-on creative work every single class. Her passion for art was contagious, and by the end of the semester, all of us students wereasco creative, out-of-the box thinkers excited to continue exploring the incredible world of art, no matter what future career paths we pursued. If every academic subject could be taught as engagingly as that art class, school would be a drastically more inspiring and rewarding experience.
篇3
My Favorite Art Class
Art has always been one of my favorite subjects in school. I love the freedom of expression and the ability to create something unique and personal. While I enjoy all forms of art, there is one particular art class that stands out as my absolute favorite – Mrs. Thompson's 9th grade ceramics class.
From the moment I stepped into the ceramics studio, I was transported to a world of clay, glazes, and endless possibilities. The air was thick with the earthy scent of wet clay, and the gentle hum of pottery wheels filled the room. Mrs. Thompson, with her warm smile and paint-splattered apron, welcomed us into her creative haven.
The first few classes were dedicated to learning the basics –wedging clay, centering on the wheel, and mastering the art of pulling a cylinder. I remember the frustration of my first attempts, as the clay would collapse or become lopsided under my inexperienced hands. But Mrs. Thompson was always there, offering guidance and encouragement, reminding us that practice was the key to perfection.
As the weeks went by, I found myself becoming more and more immersed in the ceramics world. The rhythmic spin of the wheel and the cool, malleable clay between my fingers became a meditative experience. I would lose track of time, completely absorbed in shaping and molding the clay into various forms.
One of my favorite projects was creating a set of ceramic mugs. We started by throwing the basic cylindrical shapes on the wheel, then learned various techniques for adding handles, carving intricate designs, and applying textures. I chose to carve delicate floral patterns into my mugs, inspired by the blooms in my mother's garden. The process was painstaking, but the sense of accomplishment when I pulled my finished pieces from the kiln was indescribable.
Another memorable project was the clay sculpture unit. We were tasked with creating a figurative sculpture that conveyed emotion or told a story. I decided to sculpt a pair of hands, intertwined in a loving embrace. The details were intricate – each wrinkle, each vein, each curve of the fingers had to be meticulously crafted. It was a challenging endeavor, but the end result was a piece that I was truly proud of.
Beyond the technical aspects of ceramics, Mrs. Thompson also taught us about the rich history and cultural significance of
the art form. We learned about ancient pottery techniques from various civilizations, and how ceramics has played a vital role in recording human stories and traditions throughout history.
But perhaps the most valuable lesson I learned in Mrs. Thompson's class was the importance of perseverance and resilience. Ceramics is an art form that demands patience and an acceptance of imperfections. There were countless times when a piece would crack in the kiln, or a glaze would run unexpectedly, or a sculpture would collapse under its own weight. In those moments, it would have been easy to give up and start over.
Yet, Mrs. Thompson encouraged us to embrace these setbacks as opportunities for growth and experimentation. She taught us to look for the beauty in the flaws, to incorporate them into our designs, and to find creative solutions to challenges. This mindset not only made us better artists but also instilled in us valuable life lessons about perseverance and adaptability.
As the school year drew to a close, our final project was to create a cohesive ceramic collection that reflected our personal styles and the skills we had developed throughout the course. I chose to create a series of vases, each one unique in shape and texture, yet united by a common color palette and theme.
The night of our final exhibition was a whirlwind of emotions. Seeing our creations displayed so proudly, alongside the works of our classmates, filled me with a sense of accomplishment and pride. As I stood beside my vase collection, explaining the inspiration and process behind each piece to curious visitors, I realized how far I had come since that first, wobbly cylinder on the pottery wheel.
Mrs. Thompson's ceramics class was more than just an art elective – it was a journey of self-discovery, perseverance, and creative expression. It taught me the value of patience, the beauty in imperfection, and the joy of bringing something tangible into existence with my own two hands.
As I move forward in my academic and creative pursuits, I will carry the lessons and memories from that ceramics studio with me. The skills I learned – both technical and personal – have become an integral part of who I am as an artist and as an individual.
And whenever I catch a glimpse of one of my ceramic pieces adorning a shelf or tabletop, I am instantly transported back to that special class, where the scent of clay lingered in the air, and the gentle hum of the pottery wheels whispered tales of creativity and resilience.。