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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.

The Painting Wall
The Painting Wall A wall with a bunch of canvas that have paintings on them, in my room (there was a lot of taping and cutting involved).
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Humans
Craft
I came late to the adult coloring game. I watched the proliferation of hyper-detailed coloring books (some featuring amusing levels of elaborate profanity), the fancy sets of markers, and the inevitable thinkpieces about why Millennials seemed to be so into coloring books these days. (The dominant theories seemed to be that either we're so infantilized by our participation-trophy upbringings that we're desperately clinging to our childhoods, or that the adult life of the average Millennial has been so laden with national traumas - 9/11, the 2008 recession, the pandemic - that we're desperately clinging to our childhoods.)
By Dane BH5 years ago in Humans
The Panting Wall
The Panting Wall A wall with a bunch of canvas, that have paintings on them, in my room. The panting wall is my pride and joy. It has been a long time in the making, well since 2016, and even now I am still working on it. The panting wall consists of different paintings, the majority of them are rainbows, from different years. It looks like a three-year-old painted all of them because I can’t paint whatsoever. That makes it even more fun though. It just lets you try out different styles that you never knew were possible. But I just use my imagination and then put it on a canvas.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Humans
Student of the School of Rock
In my early teens, at the back of a Spanish lesson In School, a friend offered to me one half of her ear phone. “Hello, I love you” by The Doors was playing and I instantly fell in love back.
By Hayley Coleman5 years ago in Humans
Gray is
Gray is the color that calms me, engulfs me in a calming mist of serenity. Gray is also the color of my mothers eyes when she is sad. Gray is the color of loss, a feeling you can rarely see. Gray is the color of the ocean skies when I feel the most at home on the windy shores. So small against the unwavering color, so vast and beautifully dark. Gray is the color of my Grandfather's headstone, laying proudly against the lush green grass in the old family cemetery. Gray is my childhood home with no lights on, sitting vastly on top of its tall hill. Gray is the color I fear but also know all too well. Gray is the color I feel when decisions of the heart are not black or white. Gray is in all its perfect shades the story of my life.
By Ashley5 years ago in Humans
The Colour Orange
Orange: The colour of pumpkins, fall leaves, sunrises, sunsets and wide load signs. And when used on billboard signs, it represents cheerfulness and delight.
By Elizabeth Toma5 years ago in Humans
Maiden Voyage
A smatter of strange curved patterns colour the pearly white sky with orange and purple hues to form a surreal sunset. Cornflower blue and canary yellow join the mix displayed the unique aesthetic of a long forgotten, undying art. The smooth porcelain landscape curves down into a deep dry wasteland of doom and drought, awaiting the return of the floods to restore it to its once famed glory. Time moves slowly, soundless here as the society at large lies lifeless and depressed, their purpose lost in this now waterless world.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
BEAUTY
I remember that it was a relaxing spring day. The air was calm, with no wind or breeze. We walked, my friend and I, along an isolated path. My friend, Melinda, was pretty of sorts, had long, long hair and was totally self -absorbed in her perceived beauty. I, on the other hand, was much more docile and demure. As we slowly walked in silence, I glanced up at the sky. The clouds were far from us and puffy white. We passed a lake with some swans. Then suddenly we came up to a garden of flowers. They were splendid and brilliant in color. We could smell their fragrant aroma. We settled on a bench near the flowers and I could imagine myself communing with the souls of these silent, living, beautiful plants.
By Natalie Marino5 years ago in Humans
Lost In You
Now this should be a treat. An invitation of delight. I was wondering when you were going to come around. Ive been thinking of you. Dreaming of you. Missing you. I told myself that when we get together tonight. Id make sure to be ooen to whatever you suggest and submit to your every desire. Besides. Id do anything to be with you. A girl like me needs you. To become the woman I need to be. Can't you see that baby? What's that you say? We're staying in tonight? Oh that's an even BIGGER delight. A little netflix n chill. I'm always down for a little THRILL-ER with you. I'll put that sexy red thang on that you like. You know the one that makes my butt look big. Yes. Just for you.
By Carrie Jones5 years ago in Humans
What Lies Behind His Eyes
Globs of crimson swam to and fro across the woman’s towering canvas, but it did not overcome her, for the raw, naked beauty which possessed her, made her seem equal to that of her work. Perhaps, her nightly lovers wondered, after nights of euphoria they had never felt before, nor would ever feel again, perhaps, she was her own work of art, and every piece she created was simply another offering of herself to the canvas. The woman had no care for an apron; muddled smears of paint could make their way from her cracked fingers to her loose, entirely too long hair, but she would have to notice said stains to begin to care. Today, on her balcony shrouded in an overgrown jungle of plants, many wilted in desperate thirst, the woman worked with a palette of deepest crimsons, which she had set aside on a frail stool teetering against the heavy breeze. In one hand, wet with pigment against the side of her palm, she held a thick handled paintbrush, sloppy with paint. Her other hand, laden with a tall stemmed glass of merlot, lifted the red to her already stained lips. By the time she would come to finish her glass of Sauvignon Blonde, the merlot being the choice of her previous nights partner, (who had chosen the bottle sporting a portrait of Marilyn Monroe, with stars in his eyes as he beheld the woman’s face, for her beauty, though much less refined and polished than Monroe’s, reminded him of her all the same), the woman would find herself drinking from the lip of the bottle in lieu of refilling her glass.
By Kendelle McElhannon5 years ago in Humans
The art of Acting is the Art of Pausing
Beyond presence and talent, good acting is often viewed as a verbal art form. Elocution, diction, projection and modulation, to only name a few elements, are believed to be the obvious and essential ingredients to a good monologue or performance.
By Eric Stone5 years ago in Humans
Unlikely Art Supplies
Thrift stores are a gold mine for artists~ Normally, you wouldn't think to visit thrift stores to begin your next project as an artist. They have a random assortment of "junk", all varying in quality and appeal. Visiting a thrift store could be a last resort if you need a specific item, but they generally don't stand out as an ideal spot for gathering materials.
By K L5 years ago in Humans