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Creation is Passion
My passion is creation and creation is endless. I am fulfilled within myself. I take opportunities to put my passion into expression through creating art. I keep myself in motion. I used to spend so much time trying to perfect my art for other people instead of myself. I stopped creating for a long time because I feared the overwhelming feeling I created for myself trying to please others with my work. Now I don't aim for perfection at all. I aim to simply create. Allowing myself endless expression. Being in motion and putting my passion into something doesn’t get measured on any scale for me now. There is no perfection, just acceptance. Just as my art cannot be perfect I am not perfect, and this I accept. Still, I aim to be the best version of myself, and that is a goal I will be working towards my entire life. There is never an end to progress, learning, or growth and change. Just as I learn and change my art too transforms as I learn new techniques and styles. I have full control over my life because it comes with acceptance, and when I accept that I have no real control over anything outside of myself, that’s when I learn that I have complete control over myself. That’s the only thing that truly matters. My art is some form of representation of my inner self. Sometimes it may be messy and disorganized and other times it will be vibrant and precise. While how I think and feel directly correlates to my life it also correlates to the art I create. Fulfillment for me doesn’t come from anywhere else but myself. It’s as if my entire life up until now I wasn't me. I had been too afraid to be my authentic self, I had lost my authentic self somewhere far in the past and had just been living my life behind some shell. There was a whole other person behind that shell of who I could be, and I am still finding myself as I break free. It takes looking at all the tough things that created the shell to dismantle it. If I never look at the parts of me that are hard to see I would never find my true self that is awaiting behind them. Avoiding it will only allow the shell to consume me. I will not allow myself to become lost behind the very product of the things that created the shell. I have finally seen myself, and though it was hard, no one else could do that for me. I am seeing and hearing myself clearly now. Accepting myself and creating room for care and love for myself. Being the best I can be for others starts with being the best I can be for myself. I am supporting myself and allowing myself expression of passion through creativity. I am showing myself that it’s okay to be me. There is no need to hide behind that shell. No need to let fear confine me to stagnation, so I put myself in motion and I am filling myself up. I am never going to stop creating, learning, and changing. I am always aiming for that unreachable goal because accepting that it’s unreachable and giving it my best anyways is a hell of a win. Not letting fear talk me out of not even trying. I am taking steps forwards, like learning to walk again. What gives me passion? Why should anyone support my passion? I create art. Art is limitless, it cannot be confined or truly defined. Through all this personal growth I find the motivation to create. It is the one thing that is pure, magic in this world. It is the ability to take an idea and transmute it into this physical world to share. To express my growth in a wonderful way. I don’t ask that anyone support it because I will continue to create even without support. My true support comes from within myself, but if you can see the truly magical aspect of creation and art, then I would hope that someone could admire it. We, human beings, are creation itself. We are all creators, so I ask what is your passion? Are you going to wait around for outside support, or are you going to support yourself and take steps to simply create?
By Lilly Ashley5 years ago in Humans
Macramé of Hope – Hobby For A Cause
Macramé is a form of art that is well liked for its impeccable style that adds texture to any surface and gives an earthy vibe. It has been the rage among crafty people recently. Macramé is an art produced using knotting techniques. It became most popular during the Victorian era which majority of the houses were decorated with this Bohemian inspired masterpieces such as tablecloths, plant hangers, draperies, etc. Now macramé is making a huge comeback. As I got temporarily laid off from work due to COVID-19, I thought of a new hobby to keep me occupied. I could say that I’m not an arty person so I wanted to challenge myself by embarking in a hobby that would bring out my creativity. My friend and I were on a video call one morning when this art piece on her wall captured my attention. I was very pleased with how it looked and how it added dimension to her wall and the entire space itself. I suddenly got curious and asked her about it. She said the art piece was a macramé. Being a person who doesn’t do things on impulse, I researched on the financial implications of macramé making. I checked the cost of materials and the tools needed in making these knotted designs. After that, I looked for a store where I could get affordable, high quality materials and checked video tutorials on YouTube. Man, it was not easy. I did practice on small pieces of macramé such as earrings and keychains before I started my first major project. My first project cost me around $50 for a new pair of scissors, cord and dowel for mounting. I purchased the cord and dowel from Modern Macramé (www.modernmacrame.com).
By Jem Ricafort5 years ago in Humans
Renoir: Impressionism Master
Impressionism as a movement has imprinted itself in the pages of history not just in art-related fields but also imbibed in fashion and design. Impressionism was distinguished by petite, thin yet evident brushstrokes, trying to encapture the multiple ways in which light danced.
By Jessica Curry5 years ago in Humans
The Gift of Quilting
The Gift of Quilting Being raised in Pennsylvania Dutch country, I had always been in awe of the colorful quilts that hung on the carefully maintained farm wash-lines hung next to the dark colored garments worn by the Amish. The tourist shops, recognizing the value of these creations, placed a high price on the hand-made works of art. Some stores and auction houses required gloves to handle the quilts when examining the exact stiches and carefully mitered corners. Stories of quilting bees were fascinating but, not being Amish, I never attended such a gathering.
By Linda Massa5 years ago in Humans
Piecing Together A New World
Like a lot of us, all seven billion of us, I was looking for a fun hobby to fill my time during the first round of quarantine. The positive outlook I was trying to keep during those scary times actually had me excited to have the time to relax, and get back in touch with my creative side. After all, the long shifts as a chef and added commute in New York City did not leave me enough time for all the reading, painting, drawing, and writing that I wish I was able to do. So, I took advantage of the gift of time and I did a lot! Maybe, too much too soon? I wish someone would've told us an accurate timeline so I knew how to ration out all my activities! After a couple of weeks, I had done everything I could with my craft supplies, read all three of my books, and was back to square one when it came to entertainment. You're probably wondering about TV. Well, Netflix was always on in the background, so I'd deplete my creative and binge watching choices at the same time. I was desperately looking to try something new. I had put on Spotify radio, amusing myself with a hunt for new music. A song came up and I heard, "Run away, run away, can I bury my head, please? In a beach from your magazines that you toss on your floor." I don't know if it was the melody of the song, or the way the lyrics resonated with my situation and feelings at that moment, but it immediately became my favorite song and I played it on repeat for a month.
By Leslie Ramirez5 years ago in Humans
Story Bean Giant
The greatest gift to humanity is imagination. Something I could get lost in forever, but forever was not always a focus. You see, when I was younger, I was told to get my thoughts together to be an adult. Studying, getting good grades, and be gainfully employed so that I could teach another generation how to do the same thing. As the next generation came about in mid-2009, late 2011, and early 2014, I realized that I liked them just the way they were. I loved that their imagination was so contagious that it ignited my imagination.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Humans
