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Pop-ups, Plato, and Polyhedra
“What the heck is a polyhedron?” You may be asking yourself right about now. The short answer? Three dimensional shapes such as pyramids, crystals , and geodesic domes. More specifically, they are convex 3-D figures with faces, edges, and vertices. I am ridiculously fascinated by them and even recall exactly when the “a-ha!” moment hit me.
By Ahnna Taylor5 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
Pieces of Love
“You’ve got to protect your goal!” my mother shouted at me. The young woman across from me, the one who had been thrown from a horse, had just scored again. It was her turn to stand up at the air hockey table and that seemed to be giving her an advantage. I sat awkwardly in my wheelchair trying to block the puck.
By Kerry Love5 years ago in Humans
The Power of Good Craft -- Reid Anrod for the "Create Your Happiness" Challenge
Reid Anrod // Vocal “Create Your Happiness” Essay This pair of opposing forces, I have found in the past year -- expectation rushing up from behind, and uncertainty crushing in from the front -- can be almost oppressive.
By Reid Anrod5 years ago in Humans
What is your story?
You can tell an entire story... bring forth thousands of words to the world for others to view... without ever saying a single word. With your hands, you can create a masterpiece that does all of the speaking for you. Not a single letter or sound is required to bring everything forth in many shapes and forms. The power art holds is immeasurable, an ability almost beyond the plains of this world. This profound manifestation of the innermost thoughts and desires of countless minds... their presence is here for all of us to see.
By David Albert Prescott5 years ago in Humans
The art of paper filigree and its importance in my life
Memories of childhood are like an old scrapbook in the mind. Slightly unorganized, lacking dates and times, but the images are vivid. One such memory for me is the first time I was introduced to paper filigree also know as quilling. Long thin strands of multi colored paper laying flat on the table. Each one cut to different lengthens, individually curled and folder to create a portion of a larger picture. I was 7 or 8 years old. It was the sample craft to try at my mothers monthly crafting group. The memory is faint, mostly of the colorful paper carefully twisted and glued to create a flower. I remember my fascination with the final product, and the beauty that came from the clean lines and simple picture created from paper. As with some things in childhood, the allure was fleeting, and quilling wasn’t a craft continued by my mom. Little did I know as that small child, the impact and importance that paper quilling memory would have in my life.
By Melissa Braun5 years ago in Humans
Picking Up The Pieces
In September of 2019 I had a freak accident. I fell and hit my head on a large boulder. The impact knocked me out of consciousness and fractured my skull. It resulted in a Level Three concussion and internal brain bleeding. A traumatic brain injury left me broken and it took 6 months to put the pieces back together to resemble some sort of normalcy. Two years in I still have unique difficulties. There is so much we do not know about the brain and although I went to countless specialists, all they could tell me was to be patient and rest as my brain, the most important organ in the human body, my internal operating system, healed and rebuilt itself.
By Erin McAllister5 years ago in Humans
Strange Bedfellows
Sometimes I wake up with scissors in my bed. Of all the things I could find next to me in the morning, they’re not the worst - a disappointing one-night stand or the head of a prized racehorse come to mind - but they’re certainly not the best. Sharp implements do not play well with bedclothes or sleeping bodies.
By mckenzie floyd5 years ago in Humans
Cut & Paste
As much as the world tries to jade and corrupt me, I maintain a soft heart firm in its belief in kindness and the kind of magic some might insist we lose with childhood. Despite maintaining somewhat of a Peter Pan syndrome all my life, doing childhood over seems a bit daunting to me; however, I’d give for certain moments again. I’d give to sit a spell at a little desk (big then; the kind with the hole for the inkpots still). I’d give to feel again the anticipation of my teacher reaching my desk, of her licking her index finger so that she might slip off two exact pieces of construction paper and leave them on the desk in front of me. All for me!
By Erin Stewart5 years ago in Humans
Lessons in the Art of Friendship
The art of friendship is truly an art - something beautiful that we don't see every day. Something that takes real attentiveness and patience, and is a skill that grows over time. Some of the best lessons I have learned in the art of friendship came from my hobby of creating foil artwork from leftover candy wrappers.
By TheaMarie Burns5 years ago in Humans
