Destination Chicago: Milan J.

Throughout the exciting times I’ve had at NVAM, I have to say that I was not prepared for this. When I first entered the Cultural Center where Destination Chicago was being held I immediately got lost in the artwork on the first floor, but then i realized that the show was actually being held on the second floor. So as I walked up the stairs I simply fell in love with the building’s architecture, entered through a long hall,was greeted by some nice people who directed me to my table, then I helped set up.

During the time that I was helping with our own table I never looked up once, but when I did I was so surprised… Never have I ever seen so many Art types in one place made by people and teens you interact with almost every day. I was so happy to be a part of that environment because I was filled in a room of people like me who shared my interest in art as well as their own opinions on what they believe art really is.

When the show officially started, things seemed to just keep getting better. First, there was the first wave of people coming in, and their excitement in our displays was so great. It was honestly a new feeling to me because these were children younger than me who respected art for what it is and not just a picture or random object.As the show continued more and more people came, but that wasn’t as exciting as one of the main visitors that came in and took a leisurely stroll around viewing our artwork. It was Mayor Rahm Emanuel, and he really did seem busy, but even so he took the time out of HIS day to look at OUR art which is one of the reasons that he gets respect from me, because showing your appreciation in art like he did just makes me so happy to be an artist as well as a respected human being. Hopefully more memories like this will be made…and if I’m lucky they will come very soon.

Well that’s how my experience at Destination Chicago went….(not to mention i got lost downtown looking for the building and i was directly across the street from it) even so good memories come in different shapes and form. This is just one of mine.