Three Months, Fully Lived -- Elvis Montilla
It’s honestly kind of wild how much there was to take away from just three measly months. This class showed me that it’s not about how long something lasts, but how present you are while you’re in it. Intro to Art Education became a space where time didn’t feel counted or measured — it felt lived in. Looking back now, I realize how much can grow when intention, openness, and care guide the experience.
The first day stays with me the most. There was something electrifying about it — laughter in the air, smiles brightening the space, and an immediate sense of ease. After a long stretch of what had felt like survival, that room felt like a moment of reprieve. A breath. A reminder that learning can feel human, joyful, and shared. From the very beginning, the class made space for warmth and connection, and that energy carried through the entire semester.
One of my favorite memories from that first day was laughing with Shari and Yini over a drawing we made together. One of the rules on the board was about how small changes can make a big difference, and we represented that idea by drawing me with and without my eyebrows. It was simple, funny, and somehow perfectly on point. That moment captured the spirit of the class — thoughtful without being heavy, creative without pressure. I want to genuinely thank Yini and Shari for that moment, because it grounded the day in laughter and made the lesson feel real in a way that stuck with me.
Another moment that meant a lot to me was getting the chance to play my music for the class. Sharing my song Six Months was an honor, but also a deeply vulnerable experience. That song comes straight from my core — it holds emotion, memory, and honesty. Letting people sit with it, listen closely, and receive it felt powerful. What stayed with me most was realizing that the feeling I put into it didn’t stay inside me — it made it out. It connected. Knowing that something so personal could be held by others is something I’ll always carry with me.
The art I created throughout the semester became another way of understanding myself. The green and blue collage I made represents me in a calm, grounded way. Those are my two favorite colors, and together they reflect balance, growth, and reflection. Putting that collage together felt like assembling parts of myself with intention, allowing things to exist without needing to explain or justify every piece.
The radiating lines image of myself, inspired by Rico Gatson, pushed that reflection even further. The outward movement of the lines felt symbolic — a reminder that identity isn’t contained, but expressive and expansive. That piece made me think about how art can be deeply personal while still reaching beyond the self, moving outward into shared space.
By the end of these three months, it became clear how much this class offered me — not just artistic tools, but moments of presence, connection, and creative confidence. It reinforced the idea that when time is approached with care and intention, even a short span can leave a lasting imprint.
And last, but most certainly not least, this class also gave me something I never could have planned for. Somewhere along the way, I met the love of my life. Life takes many twists and turns, and it so happens that this class was a turn toward something greater than what I initially thought I was walking into. In more ways than one, this experience was healing. Thank you, truly — thank you.