Stanford University

A fine stroke of graphite tenderly breaks the purity of a snow white piece of paper. Soon enough, heavy grey contours will curl and dance around fragile lines and smooth gradients to form an image. I have shaped a magnificent universe inside my head in which I am creator, in which I am in full control and my pencil allows outsiders a glimpse into this extravaganza. Others do not understand that art is not merely a hobby to me. They do not understand that the illustrious world hidden beneath my skull drives any single important action in my life. Whenever I feel as if I am on the brink of…