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Blank Canvas
Thoughts racing through my mind as swifts as a breeze dancing through a field of lilies as the sun highlights the stage. I’m frozen in amazement watching the uninformed dance of flowers as is draws me closer to my scape. I close my eyes to feel the breeze run across my faces as the melody elevates the path to endless peace within every stroke of my canvas.
By chocolate Forbidden Fruit 5 years ago in Journal
My passion for ART ❤️
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always had a passion for both sketching and writing. It started out when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I started seeing a counselor and she was the one who told me that expressing myself through writing will help get my feelings out on paper, and it can remain totally confidential because it’s in my personal diary, only for my eyes to see. I first discovered I can sketch when I was a little younger, maybe around 7 or 8 is when I sketched my first real picture. It started out as me sketching stick figures because I wasn’t really good at recapturing what I saw yet. But as time progressed and as I continued to copy newspaper sketching and other drawings I saw, I got better and better at it. I got so good that one day someone wrote me a check to sketch a picture of him and his family.
By Monique Williams5 years ago in Journal
Bringing Imagination to Life.
Step (1) of a great work of art: the Concept. Imagery comes to life! One of my favorite pieces of art is not one that I created. Rather, it is a small piece drawn in pen and ink by my late grandad. It holds a picture of a mother goose protecting her little gosling. I am drawn to this piece because it demonstrates unusual detail from his artwork. Grandad was the advertising artist of the family, and loved expressing his views of people, vacations, and town happenings through caricature. In my mid-thirties, I have chosen to develop my own artistic talent. I enjoy drawing people’s faces, not because I am particularly good at it, but because it reminds me of a moment in time and teaches me to keep dreaming. My favorite pieces capture unique expressions, those that grab a reaction that might happen only once. For me this differs from a photo because I can incorporate my own perspective from a face. In personality, I am a think-outside-the-box type person. If there is something that I have not done before, I want to try it. This is more difficult for me when it comes to art. There are moments when I follow inspiration and try new things, but mostly I incorporate black and white pencil sketches, with some color thrown in occasionally for good measure.
By Hannah Marie. 5 years ago in Journal
Catch the Fire
In the poem “Catch the Fire” by Sonia Sanchez, Sonia said “ Sometimes I wonder: What to say to you now. In the soft afternoon air as you hold us all in a single death? I say—Where is your fire? I say—Where is your fire? You got to find it and pass it on.” From a young age, I always knew what my fire was. I knew that I possessed a purpose that transcended those of my peers. My ability to create meaningful art in various forms could allow me to reach and uplift so many people in my community and those alike. Growing up, I explored my voice as an artist through community theatre, dance ensembles, art classes, photoshoots, and writing. As I encompass year 20 of my life, my voice is becoming more sophisticated and I feel a need of service to my community to share it. In March of 2020, the global pandemic formally known as the Coronavirus locked me in the house for six months. Over these six months, I was forced to define who I was an individual and artist especially the connections and separation between them both. Through tears, writing, laughter, and thought, I developed a seven chapter project that would be broken up over the span of seven months. This project is entitled “SELF/Warfare”. SELF/Warfare explores the makings of my being: what fuels me, motivates me, censors me, and uplifts me.
By Garrett Mason5 years ago in Journal
Catch the Fire
In the poem “Catch the Fire” by Sonia Sanchez, Sonia said “ Sometimes I wonder: What to say to you now. In the soft afternoon air as you hold us all in a single death? I say—Where is your fire? I say—Where is your fire? You got to find it and pass it on.” From a young age, I always knew what my fire was. I knew that I possessed a purpose that transcended those of my peers. My ability to create meaningful art in various forms could allow me to reach and uplift so many people in my community and those alike. Growing up, I explored my voice as an artist through community theatre, dance ensembles, art classes, photoshoots, and writing. As I encompass year 20 of my life, my voice is becoming more sophisticated and I feel a need of service to my community to share it. In March of 2020, the global pandemic formally known as the Coronavirus locked me in the house for six months. Over these six months, I was forced to define who I was an individual and artist especially the connections and separation between them both. Through tears, writing, laughter, and thought, I developed a seven chapter project that would be broken up over the span of seven months. This project is entitled “SELF/Warfare”. SELF/Warfare explores the makings of my being: what fuels me, motivates me, censors me, and uplifts me.
By Garrett Mason5 years ago in Journal
The friends I made during Covid
Like everyone else, when Covid hit I was unprepared for just how lonely it would be having to stay away from loved ones and friends. I needed a hobby to give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. If you can’t meet new people – why not make them?
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Journal
Piece by Piece
The idea of Happiness today seems to exist as the goal, the endpoint, and the hope. For Most, it is not a state of being that rules our everyday life but instead exists only when the work is done, the bills are paid, and the world is still turning. Happiness and future happiness have been in my thoughts daily, as I am a recent graduate of the University of Texas and the only question people know to ask me these days is: What's next? For so long, I have pictured happiness like a chocolate cake at the end of a marathon. Once I finish school, once I have a steady job, and once I finally have money, then is when happiness kicks in. Then is when I can binge eat my cake and put the proud '26.2' sticker on my car. However, there was a wrench in my plans when life didn't go as expected and for worse or for better: a pandemic happened. We all know the effects of Covid-19, but the one that looked me straight in the eyes was employment, and the lack of options I had as time ticked closer to graduation. Not only do I already hate running, but nearing the end of my race it felt like I was zip-tied to a bag of bricks on my last several miles, and at this point I am so hungry for chocolate cake. But in times like these when the reality of this short life hits, it makes you think: why suffer through a marathon at all? As for my life, I'd rather be on a stroll, dropping the weight of each expectation tied to my back - brick by brick - and that's where scissors come in.
By Blaire Kaufman5 years ago in Journal
This lady is an artist...
This lady is an artist. She never had any formal training, but she loved and searched for beauty — in her life, in her relationships, in her faith. She saw tiny details that others didn’t notice -- the intricacies of a fern, the different colors of green in the spring, the adorable fuzz on a bumble bee. She wore “interesting” clothes that others didn’t always understand. And she brought colors and flowers and joy into her small home, inviting beauty into her space and her heart.
By Elizabeth Kay5 years ago in Journal
