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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Pearls and Cast-Offs
Having moved back to my home after a brief stay with my dad, I'm out of work at the moment. I sit at home surfing through job sites and ads begging me for experience I don't have, bored out of my mind but at the same time feeling as if I'm under a monumental pressure as my bank account continues to dip lower till D Day. In the moments when I fight with my sister, which is too often for me to admit, or feel this pressure I take off some time from the internet and instead, work with my hands. I like to knit. I can't do anything fancy like a million other people who knit, I just like making little 20x20 stitch squares (though to be honest they look more like rectangles).
By Savannah Brett4 years ago in Humans
An Accidental Weaver
My Mother’s Son: I grew up playing with all the tools my mother had acquired over her years of practice. Throughout my college years, the woman I dated performed its rituals. At age twenty-eight, I took a two-day beginner’s class from a master. I became a guild member on the fifth of January, 2021, just before I turned thirty-eight. Seven days later, I stood outside an over-filled storage unit in Van Nuys writing out a paper check as exiting cars squeezed past me and my new machine.
By Philip Canterbury4 years ago in Humans
no apologies
My therapist made me do it. I had fought, bitterly, against it. Every fibre of my being screamed at me that she was wrong. How dare she treat me like a child? I did not start painting because it was a hobby, or a joy, or even a distraction. I began drawing because I had to, because she forced me to, and, literally, it saved my life.
By Joanna McLoughlin4 years ago in Humans
Japanese Artist Toko Shinoda
Toko Shinoda, Genji, 1967. Image from Sotheby’s. All through the twentieth century, Japanese artist Toko Shinoda assembled her own Modernist custom. Her profession endured more than seventy years, taking her from the shores of Japan to the thriving craftsman networks of New York. Shinoda was firmly connected with Abstract Expressionism. Be that as it may, she varied from any semblance of Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko with her experience as an expert calligrapher. Shinoda joined the old and the new to get one of Japan's most darling Modernists.
By Jacob Walker5 years ago in Humans
A Brief History
A Brief History By Stephen Donnelly Recently I have taken up a hobby of three dimensional drawing and art. I was never good at drawing on a second dimensional plane no matter how hard I tried. And the way my grandmother tried to ‘teach’ me makes it hard to want to pursue it. A lot of memories of her scratching out what I had done. Drawing over what I had drawn to make it look like she wanted it to.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Humans
If necessity is the mother of invention, then creativity is it's grandmother!
When we first moved into our house, the master bedroom was only being used for storage. The door was missing a panel, so we covered it with a framed picture, put a piece of furniture in front of the door and pretended the room didn't exist. Last week, we decided we needed a larger room and moved into it. Now, I think we can all agree that a gaping hole in one's bedroom door is not desirable. You would have thought I hit the lottery when I found the panel on the top shelf in the closet. The problem, it was in three pieces. I was able to glue it back together and found it would, in fact, fit back into the door. I did have to question just how well it would hold up, from day to day use.
By L.A. Cummins5 years ago in Humans
The Octopus
I don't know why I first made an octopus. I'm just glad I did. All I know is that, when I decided to turn a bunch of yarn into a stuffed animal, I really didn't know what I was doing. See, I didn't learn from my grandmother, like so many others have. My mom tried to teach me when I was a kid, but my obsession with doing things quickly clashed with her obsession of doing things well. I think I made a potholder, but honestly, I don't remember. I may have actually given up halfway through. But despite not having an actual product to show for that first lesson, I did gain something. My first teacher, my Mom, taught me a valuable lesson: how the final crochet product should look, and how the yarn and hook should feel in my hands as I traveled up and down the rows. I could crochet the same way a one-year-old can walk. Not well by any standard except now I had made a crochet square, while the day before I'd never held a hook.
By Katelyn Prince5 years ago in Humans
Fields of Marigolds
Fields of Marigolds. Two people exploring a field of marigolds for their youtube channel. Third-person The sun was shining brightly. It was around midday and it was high in the sky. Bees and other questionable insects that you wouldn’t see in your day-to-day life were everywhere. They were in a field full of yellowish-orange flowers, so of course, there would be insects. There were no humans there, except for Kennedy and Devon. They were there. That’s because they made YouTube videos teaching people the danger of exploring abandoned places, by exploring abandoned places. It was most of the time counterproductive because they would have a lot of fun on those trips, but sometimes it worked. Today they were exploring a field of flowers, marigolds to be exact, they wanted to teach people about that and the two of them just loved the flowers a lot.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Humans
