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With Fiskars As My Weapon, I Can Change the World.
With Fiskars As My Weapon, I Can Change the World. From 2020 into 2021, the world took a blow to the gut, enduring pain, loss, fear, and other emotions that rein indescribable. For me, a 19-year-old empath hiding in the safety of my boyfriend’s home, I ached for those who were on the frontlines not only fighting a global pandemic but systematic racism, the climate crisis, and threats to our country’s democracy. Being alone with my thoughts was hard, as it was for most during quarantine; however, a pair of Fiskars provided me some distractions: I cropped all my old t-shirts, cut my bangs out of boredom (a mistake), and took on hand sewing; of course, when I wasn’t learning Tik Tok dances. Yes, Fiskars has been in my back pocket through the not-so-impactful times this past year, but they have been there for the most impactful times as well. Throughout quarantine, watching the news, and being on social media was hard. I constantly wondered, “What can I do to lighten the burden on those who can’t help themselves?”. I marched in as many protests as I could, signed petitions, joined an activist group, and planned a canned goods drive for family’s impacted by COVID-19. I still felt like I could be doing more to impact lives more profoundly.
By Magdalena Rene Nickle5 years ago in Humans
Honing a Craft
In this essay we will take a close look at how joy and happiness are natural by-products of fulfilling the creative process — I will let on a little about what I'm crafting on now, discuss the existential art of crafting mentality and talk about why scissors are just, so important.
By Alex Johnson5 years ago in Humans
From Trash to Pirate Treasure
As a woman in my mid-30s, I have a lot of the things that often come with growing up: A job, an apartment, and a pile of clothes that have just one or two things wrong with them. Growing up has meant more working than playing, and skewing my spending more in the direction of bills and responsibilities, rather than toys or the adventures that I dreamed about growing up. As a child, my dress-up bin included outfits to help me imagine myself as pirates, princesses, animals, astronauts, and everything combined and in between. Nothing gave me more joy than taking a simple scarf and tying it around my waist to hold a paper towel roller sword, or putting on bulky clothing to simulate the protective gear of a space explorer.
By Jennifer Trustem5 years ago in Humans
Beadwork and Cultural Connection
My husband told me I need a hobby. I guess watching TV mindlessly isn't considered a hobby. At first, I was slightly offended by his suggestion. It's not like I don't do anything. I enjoy gardening but as I get older, bending down for hours on end and eventually throwing my back out doesn't appeal to me anymore. So, I took some time to think about what I'd like to do, and what I hope to get out of it.
By Alison McLaughlin5 years ago in Humans
Paper Angels
“And you, my dear, … are Most Polite.” “Ugh,” really? I received my first award in the second grade. I resented the title, returning to my chair, while Most Improved smiled at Best Penmanship and Works Well with Others laughed at Best at Sharing. Ugh! The most pleases and thank yous spoken in any given day? Please! I needed to hatch an escape plan, tunnel my way out, find any diversion from becoming a future member of the Decency Police.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Humans
The Cutting and Collecting of Magic Things
As how sometimes in dreaming hours a dog will still want to run, in mind finding further wide fields or sandy beaches, in body moving their legs swift and horizontally outward, scraping the air at some magic earth only they can see…
By Rosemary Stafford5 years ago in Humans
Marching with Scissors
I thought she died at 50, that woman who was me, singing her heart out with abandon, dancing like a lunatic, awash in sequins, glitter, sweat, and the mad delirium that is performing for an audience. I thought life killed her: married, divorced, career, married again, kids, divorced again, married (third time's the charm). Not much room for music in all that. Got older. Not much room for sequins or activism. Afraid of failing, of looking old, of losing what was once as natural as the pulse you feel when you press your fingers against your wrist.
By Anna Purnell (she/her)5 years ago in Humans
Passive Confessions
I used to be a professional belly dancer… well I guess I still am technically, but without the ability to gig or teach it doesn’t really feel right to say it that way and hasn’t since April 2020. I used to perform every week and teach classes and private lessons and, to be honest, things were going well. So well that I had finally given notice at my other job and was ready to go all in with this dance thing. I was overjoyed about this and the confidence it gave me fueled ideas and choreographies, big plans for my future as a performing artist.
By Chantal Bianca Schoenherz5 years ago in Humans
If You Don’t Like to Meditate, Try Art
Don’t tell me to meditate. Seriously, I can’t do it. Meditation requires me not to think and it’s not for me. With all respect to anyone who loves their pillow mediation time, I propose artitation. No, it’s not a word. As I mentioned, I like to think. I also enjoy making up words.
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Humans
Pirates, Parrots, and Hot Glue.
Hi, my name is Addy. I am going to be a senior in high school this year and I'm a costume/prop designer for my school’s theatre program. I’ve always loved arts and crafts. Ever since I was little I have been drawing, creating, cutting, gluing, and making. From paper mache and duct tape wallets to DIY Halloween costumes and now to puppets and costume pieces for productions.
By Addy Lambert5 years ago in Humans
