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Building a Wildfire
Creation comes in many forms. I find the inspiration to create on dirty sidewalks; in the gutters on my walks home in the form of tiny plastic rhinoceros’, bottlecaps in unique jewel tones I haven’t collected yet, and the odd bead or bit of an earring here and here, left in a parking lot for the sun to bake. I find joy, and wonder, and new life in these things that are left behind. I scoop them up, plop them into my bag, and carry them home, where they will eventually be added to a new piece of art. My art reflects the beauty I find in these “grime scores,” as I call them. A lot of people work very hard to get it “just right,” and I do, too, but in a different way. I make all kinds of things – crusty costumes, rusted jewelry, wall décor decorated with human bones and moss, and I do the occasional group project building a two-story 20’ building with a base made from dozens of pallet racks and walls patched with rusted metal, a secret sliding bookcase door, and a secret backroom bar. It really depends on my mood.
By Eli Grimes5 years ago in Humans
Snips to Stitches
As my father recalls, I firmly declared “I would die without crafts,” and while dramatic, in hindsight, I see an unavoidable predestined future. An enthusiastic wide-eyed child, too young to be running with scissors, but there I was, a scavenger to any crafting material I could get my hands on. In my obsession with textile arts, and to my parent’s disapproval, clothes in their closets had become free and accessible materials to tap into the creative adventurer screaming to be released into the world of design.
By Karen Applegate5 years ago in Humans
collages to happiness
I have a drawer full of scissors from over the years I have collected, not intentionally. They are just part of the job, a very important part, the right pair can set you on a course of smooth sailing through a long night cutting through fabric like a warm knife through butter. Scissors are essential to my work, I am a fashion designer, I cut fabric endlessly it seems and I am known to pitch a fit if someone uses my fabric scissors on paper ( my sister and I have had it out over a pair of scissors!). Once you find a good ( and cute) pair like a mate, you try to preserve and protect them. Sometimes they disappear or get used in the kitchen or on a project, the things that a good pair of scissors can fall prey to are endless.
By Shamirra5 years ago in Humans
Forever Bouquet
Every young girl dreams of the perfect wedding with their very own Prince Charming. The beautiful white dress, all of your family and friends in attendance, your father escorting you to the Man of your Dreams. There are beautiful flowers everywhere, adorning the aisles and tables, intertwined in the girls’ hair, and pinned to the boys’ suits. All of the bridesmaids and flower girls get to carry flowers, but you get to carry the biggest and most beautiful bouquet of flowers. That day you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I did not know it then, but it led to my favorite project that I’m most passionate about, creating my Forever Bouquet.
By Sallee Bickford 5 years ago in Humans
Working Retail Isn't All Bad
Working in a craft store did wonders for my creative side. I realized that my mind saw things a little differently, especially since I grew up with a resourceful mom who thinks outside the box. We were poor so she had to come up with solutions to every day problems that were maybe unconventional but that were definitely cheaper. I like to believe that this sense of innovation rubbed off on me.
By Chelsie Speer5 years ago in Humans
Designing my dreams
I think I got my love of sewing and design from my grandmother, Wanda. I remember when I was a little boy I used to love to watch her sew. She had a wooden sewing table that swung open so you could hide away your machine when you weren't working. Her desk was like a Mary Poppins handbag and held everything a sewer could need. She had buttons, scissors, threads of every color, trims, everything. Usually someone in the family would ask my grandmother to hem a pair of pants for them but I especially enjoyed watching her hem or alter dresses for my sisters. I was fascinated by how she could look at a dilemma in the dress and without hesitation, pull out her measuring tape or sewing gage and get right to work fixing whatever problem the dress had. I didn't start sewing early like my grandmother. I started sewing after college when my aunt gave me her old sewing machine after she noticed I had really sparked an interest. I was not as talented as my grandmother when it came to alterations but I found I really enjoyed making something from scratch, so I grabbed some basic sewing patterns and began making. My early pieces were not the prettiest but I kept at it and a few years later I began making pieces for my first fashion show. It wasn't easy but I managed to do a full collection of gowns made all by myself in only a few short weeks. I decided to keep the color scheme black, white, & red and I was inspired by old Hollywood glamour and female stars of the silver screen. Black velvet, long white gloves, red satins and fitted silhouettes. Before the show I invited my aunt who had given me my first sewing machine and my grandmother who sparked my interest in sewing so many years before. The show was a hit and even won me Columbus fashion designer of the year. Shortly after, I was invited to present another collection and I only had a few months to create all the looks. This time I was inspired by color, athletic wear and florals. Bomber jackets with bright colors and florals, a tennis skirt with bright floral patterns and a show stopping floor length neon green vinyl skirt.
By dakota green5 years ago in Humans
Scissors
Scissors I felt like I needed to start writing, I knew the only way to do it is to start writing about random subjects. It is hard because my mind never truly settles down and everything I could think about always falls in-line with the things I have always written. When my friend told me about the challenge of writing about scissors, I wanted to do it, but scissors is such a small object to create an entire story about.Still, I felt I could since I am constantly using a scissors for something. Later she corrected me and said I do not necessarily have to talk about scissors, just a creative outlet, something that involves the use of a scissors. Somehow that seems more complicated than just talking about scissors.You see, I have a lot of scissors; big scissors, huge scissors, small scissors, wide scissors, skinny scissors. I have round scissors, flat scissors, plastic scissors, pointy scissors, even wooden scissors. Recently I found my old Leather-man Wave, and come to find out, the scissors in it are just as sharp as all my other sharp scissors; tiny, small but handy.At first I wanted to talk about my grandma's love for scissors. She had a lot of scissors. She had a specific one for everything. Paper had a different scissors than fabrics, she even had different scissors for different sewing string and colors. But of all the scissors, her favorite was Fiskars. She had three of those stainless steel with an orange handle, which are now mine and sadly enough, right now they are sitting in a storage unit in New York City and I am over three thousand miles away.Even more than crocheting, or knitting was the love my grandma Meme had for cooking. She hardly ever used knives in her kitchen, only scissors, even to cut carrots, fish or meat. Although I am an adult now, I still enjoy the memories of her cutting green onion, celery and all sorts of greens into her big pot of soup.I was wishing when I start writing, my first things will be about my work, my job, or even my history, and not scissors, but the more I think about it the more I realize I could compress a story of my creative use of a scissors. If I had to talk about my work, there will be so much to talk about, as I am a jack of all trades (though the master of none). Currently I work construction, a job that gets you on the road, even across the country if you are good, but we hardly use scissors. Though it is used once in a while in construction, pocket knife is always faster at the job site. My jobs are usually temporary, as my passion is in art, from painting and carving, to making cards, even cooking in my kitchen is a work of art.Although I have a tote that is almost full of scissors, I only use three, as all the other scissors have some kind of a problem. The problems range from loose handle to dull blade, some I know will never work again, still I save it. It is just hard to throw out a scissors, isn’t it?The three I use now are Kitchen Aid scissors, two black and one green. Just like my grandma Meme I try to designate my scissors. The newest one came in a set with ten knives in a holder, and that is my sharpest scissors, only four years old and I still use it every day, trying to keep it as a “kitchen only scissors.” The second one is the other black scissors, five years older than my now-kitchen scissors. I designate that for my arts and crafts.The third is the green scissors and it is where I will start my story.
By shyshadow5 years ago in Humans
Love in Broad Strokes and Details
Love is recognized in its broadest strokes. Dates, flowers, chocolates, and all the other things in romantic movies. True connection and deep love is in the details. A person making a cup of coffee for you, saving the last piece of chocolate for you, teaching you how to fix something or sharing a moment are the details of love. Inside jokes, things that go wrong become stories of a lifetime. Surprises are our richest treasures.
By Ariel Friedman5 years ago in Humans
The Pin Drops
Jen and I so in love The First time I saw Jen in college, it was like out of a movie - “I love her and I don’t know why, a girl that beautiful will never be with a guy like me..." My cousin says "ya for sure.” What a guy eh! We never got the chance to date then, but 7 years later, we finally have our opportunity. It’s a dream…My aunt owns an apartment in HK - I ask if we can use it, she says, “I lent you my car and you scratched it!” The first time she meets Jen she says “I love you and I don’t know why!” and gave her the keys to the apartment that night! “I trust you... make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid”.
By Anto Chan 5 years ago in Humans
Happy See, Happy Do
She is in twelfth grade and must come up with a graduation project idea. Her proposal is late. Well, it’s not late late; she is certainly not in trouble for not turning it in yet.
By G.V. Scout5 years ago in Humans
It has to be costume sorcery...
I always felt like I was born to entertain. As a 5-year old, I could be found performing on my "stage" (in front of our fireplace) with my jump-rope microphone and my footie pajamas. I did things throughout my childhood to pursue my love of expression - I took dance classes for 8 years, learned to play the flute, did a few acting classes at the local theater company. Still, I never really pursued any of it seriously. I didn't really know how, to be honest.
By Kristina Williams5 years ago in Humans
The Storyteller
This is a story about an ordinary girl who loved stories, and who came to love telling them. When she was a small child, stories were a way for her to escape when her own story was less than ideal. Back then, they helped her to hold hope for her future, to dream of possibilities and a way of dreaming up exciting and incredible goals to work towards. She could be a dancer, an actress, a famous artist perhaps. The possibilities were endless. In her head she always imagined that even though things were difficult right now, there would be a happy ending to her story. There would be - she believed this with all of her heart.
By Kara Gillett5 years ago in Humans