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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
A single one just doesn’t cut it
I have this problem (according to other people at least): I find pretty much everything interesting! That might not sound like a problem at first but maybe you will arrive at the same conclusion when I tell you a bit about me and the scissors in my life. There are four of them. Five if I count the kitchen scissors that I mostly use to cut open spice pouches (which is really not that thrilling) and six if I count the gardening shears that are mostly unused, because we sadly don’t have a garden (yet), so I will leave these scissors in the drawer for the moment.
By Zora Kastner5 years ago in Humans
The Country Cottage
I’m building a dollhouse! Not for one of my granddaughters as most people would expect, but for me. My goal is to create a showpiece as opposed to a child’s toy, something that will display a glimpse of life in a fantasy world. A beautiful country cottage created for an elven inhabitant. As time goes on, other mythical beings may join the elf.
By Heather Macdonald5 years ago in Humans
Weaving a Life’s Story
Beginnings I was eight years old. A Swedish couple living across the street from our Connecticut home made a living hand weaving. The attic of their historic house was packed with floor looms threaded with bright colors in various stages of fabric production. They used mohair and other expensive yarns for scarves and blankets, but also less expensive materials such as durable plastic strips and strong cotton yarn for some of the rugs they made. They were very kind, showing me how to make butterfly skeins of mohair on my fingers to save the small, leftover scraps of yarn they had cut off their looms with scissors. Skeins saved in this way could be pulled out and used without tangling the colorful yarn.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Humans
Nightwatch Series
As a multidisciplinary artist, I create sculptures that vary in style from the realistic figurative to the abstract and my personal process of creating is engaging, inspiring and educational. I have created life-sized and larger sculptures of people for institutions, private commissions and personal artwork. With over 40 years of experience in creating sculptures, I enjoy working from the fine details of a sculpture to engineering the larger scale monuments while truly preserving and eliciting the character and the life of the people that are honored.
By Yossi Govrin5 years ago in Humans
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Humans are remarkable things. As I sit upon my bed, classic rock thundering around my room I have cornered myself in, under siege by leather and paper and scissors and glue. This is my time for meditation. Away from the doom and gloom of a world gone mad. The pandemic cannot touch me here. This is my temple.
By Ross Pelham Austin Lockhart5 years ago in Humans
Happiness is a New Painting
I read a meme on Facebook the other day, “Do something every day that makes you feel glad to be alive.” I thought back over my life for the answer. Whether I was doing well or down in the dumps, had money or was scrambling to meet my bills, the one thing I did that always made me feel glad to be alive was paint.
By Banning Lary5 years ago in Humans
Art is my Therapy
When the paint brush is in my right hand, moving down for a stroke of paint off my wooden palette, with a blank canvas in front of me is where I feel I most belong. Art is my therapy, it brings my mind to ease, and fills my heart with joy. I love to express my feelings through my artwork and to draw about things that are important to me. Art challenges me to access the deepest roots of my creativity. I enjoy adding lots of bright colors to make the artwork really pop and mix matching light and dark shades for contrast. I love to see the smiles on my friends and family’s faces when I gift them with artwork. Art is something so meaningful, I leave parts of myself in every piece that I create, it is the perfect gift.
By Vanessa Marin5 years ago in Humans
Paper Potential
My passion for paper started in the 5th grade when I learned about origami. My love for paper dolls blossomed into an obsession with origami and the area around me everywhere I went became littered with folded shapes. Boxes and butterflies, frogs and rabbits made of any kind of paper I could get my hands on, be it loose-leaf, magazine, or pizza flyer. A whole world opened up to me in which paper was no longer a two-dimensional word delivery method in books, or the bland, lined paper I doodled on more often than I did schoolwork. Now it was a medium for creating three-dimensional structures and tiny worlds that populated my imagined stories.
By Sasha Lewis5 years ago in Humans
The World Within my Well
“What makes you so special?” That’s what the voice in my head keeps asking me, not to mention talent agencies around the world. I don’t know if I know the answer, if there is just one. What makes me so special? If I were to go on America’s Got Talent would I have something to offer? Maybe my charm? My compassion? It could be nothing at all. I could be the only ordinary person in the entire world. Which, of course, would make me 100% special. Uniquely boring; technically it would work, but it’s not my work. I can write. Big stinking whoop; so can everyone else on this website. Ah, there it is. Am I looking for an answer in comparison to someone else? Am I guessing what’s acceptable and unacceptable based on other people? That’s like putting newspaper in a campfire. It’s alright to get me going, but if I try to run off of it I’ll burn out.
By alan pierce5 years ago in Humans
Idle Hands No More
I’ve never really considered myself a crafty person—everything I made would end up looking like a collection of Pinterest fails. Once in elementary school art class we made Styrofoam sculptures and I created what my grandparents refer to as my “Potato horse”. I turned a block of Styrofoam into an oblong clump and covered it in brown acrylic paint to match my horse Sonny, shoved some pipe cleaners in it to create limbs and all the other necessary equine accessories, and made a smaller Styrofoam clump for a head. I remember working so hard on this horse and being absolutely over it by the time we had to show off our final project. No matter how hard I tried I could not get the Styrofoam shaved into the shape of a horse and my final product brought laughter rather than admiration. But, 20 some years later, that Potato horse still stands in my grandpa’s office and we are still laughing about it.
By Emily Dent5 years ago in Humans
Tying Knots
It’s April 2020, early in the morning and my alarm wakes me. I check the news, check at least 4 news channels before I’m out of bed. I quickly get ready and take my cereal to my desk where I turn on my laptop for a day of work and Teams meetings. I check the news every few hours on my phone. I have lunch in front of my laptop watching a funny sitcom to unwind. I then have another online meeting. More work, more checking the news. 6pm, I clock out and go for my daily bike ride, the empty city makes me sad as I cycle through once tourist-packed streets. I get suspicious looks thrown at me from people wondering if this is really my only exercise allowed a day. I then arrive home to turn on my tablet and have a zoom catch up with my friends; I drink my glass of wine while staring at their little illuminated faces organized in a grid. I then go to bed with my phone, check the news, social media, unread messages from the day. I finally put it away when my eyes become too tired to take it any longer. The next day I do it all again exactly the same way.
By Alexandra C5 years ago in Humans
HEALING THROUGH ART featuring SALIMA HASHMI
H E A L I N G T H R O U G H A R T featuring SALIMA HASHMI acclaimed Pakistani artist and public intellectual, in conversation with Mira Hashmi, introduction by Dr. Robert Mintz, deputy director of the Asian Art Museum.
By Tushar Unadkat5 years ago in Humans
