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Scissors, My Solitude
Scissors, My Solitude By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran I was a kid who found sanctuary in a long, narrow closet in my room where I cut out paper dolls and gave them lives. The scissors were mine and I had to hide them from my older sisters. To this day I am a scissors hoarder. There are scissors in every room of my house. And in my studio, where these days I am making books, Fiskars scissors are at my fingertips. I even have student sized scissors for when I teach book making classes to kids. I have gifted Lefty Fiskar Scissors to all my left-handed friends. When I give scissors as a present, people look at me funny, and then I say, “You can never have too many scissors.”
By Nancee Marie5 years ago in Humans
Fiber
My art leads me, the rhythm of the colors tell me where to go, what shapes to make; the velvet waves of an infinite ocean, the yellow, flat earth sprawling into the green hills holding up the impossibly expansive blue sky (the heavens). My art is an attempt to capture that which cannot be tethered, merely observed, taken in, like a setting sun giving way to colors which remind me that we share the sky every time our eyes gaze outward and upward.
By Grace Beckman (she/they)5 years ago in Humans
For Lifelong Friendship: Cut and Paste
“What are you doing, throwing a personal parade in here?!” My friend Kris stood in the doorway, surveying me—and the absolute mess of my room—in amused disbelief. A steady beat of music, thumping rhythmically through the walls of the bedroom, suddenly pierced through the open door behind him.
By Christine Ochs-Naderer5 years ago in Humans
Cutting Cords, Tying Knots
Although I've always loved to get down on any sort of craft session, I recently took up the art of macramé (hippie power) as a way to deal with my trichotillomania. For those who don’t know, "trich" is a body focused repetitive behavior (BFRB) which means that I pull out my hair when I'm stressed or anxious. It’s actually very common and is akin to skin picking and nail biting.
By Kali Hodges5 years ago in Humans
Spinning a Yarn
For over a year we’ve been trapped in a touchless world. And for those of us who are single and live alone, even physical proximity to other humans vanished in this pandemic. Even in communion through video calls we were reduced to technological approximations of ourselves, images and audio. Like paper dolls back lit with blue light, we dwell in posts and pictures, online content, our two dimensional facsimiles of real life.
By Sarah Frase5 years ago in Humans
Cuttin and Walken
It is easy to be seduced by art at a young age. I mean what's not to like? Your first introduction is w a box of waxy colors that release this exotic scent when you break their seal and when they scratch on paper they leave a trail of color like Gumby dragging behind.
By cinimon imondi5 years ago in Humans
My Favorite Simple Machine
I have loved scissors ever since I could remember: the way they fit my hand as if they were holding me back, the way they open like wings and close like a beak, the satisfying crunch you feel as the blades slice through paper, and whispered slish! they make as they zip, open-mouthed, up the edge of a roll of wrapping paper.
By David Charles Bernardy5 years ago in Humans
Tying the Knot
I am not a particularly crafty person. While I love the idea of plucking an image or idea from the sky and turning it into something tangible, when I actually start creating, things get messy. My watercolour rendition of a flower was a soggy mess. My stained glass workshop produced a sailboat posing as an amorphous blob – a gift for my partner – is still buried in his sock drawer. My cake decorating workshop (which I actually thought was some of my finer work) looked like something out a horror film, according to my mom.
By Adrienne H5 years ago in Humans
Mask per Masx
When I was laid off back in April, I felt helpless, confused and worthless. So much of my identity was drawn up in having a job; that means of supporting at least myself. With fear and anxiety penting up, I chose to do what most seamstresses did when the pandemic began- make masks.
By Spider Lilies5 years ago in Humans
Modge Podge Mama
As a young girl, I was fascinated by stories of strong females throughout history. In the days before the internet, I would scour through large colorfully illustrated encyclopedias on my living room floor and fawn over stories of Cleopatra or Harriet Tubman. Even when I was a child, it was clear I had to look harder to find stories detailing women’s achievements. Still, it was always worth the search. I enjoyed thinking of them as guides along my path. I wanted to grow up to be the kind of woman they wrote about in those big books.
By Sonia Ashe5 years ago in Humans
