art
The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Beadwork and Cultural Connection
My husband told me I need a hobby. I guess watching TV mindlessly isn't considered a hobby. At first, I was slightly offended by his suggestion. It's not like I don't do anything. I enjoy gardening but as I get older, bending down for hours on end and eventually throwing my back out doesn't appeal to me anymore. So, I took some time to think about what I'd like to do, and what I hope to get out of it.
By Alison McLaughlin5 years ago in Humans
Paper Angels
“And you, my dear, … are Most Polite.” “Ugh,” really? I received my first award in the second grade. I resented the title, returning to my chair, while Most Improved smiled at Best Penmanship and Works Well with Others laughed at Best at Sharing. Ugh! The most pleases and thank yous spoken in any given day? Please! I needed to hatch an escape plan, tunnel my way out, find any diversion from becoming a future member of the Decency Police.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Humans
The Cutting and Collecting of Magic Things
As how sometimes in dreaming hours a dog will still want to run, in mind finding further wide fields or sandy beaches, in body moving their legs swift and horizontally outward, scraping the air at some magic earth only they can see…
By Rosemary Stafford5 years ago in Humans
Marching with Scissors
I thought she died at 50, that woman who was me, singing her heart out with abandon, dancing like a lunatic, awash in sequins, glitter, sweat, and the mad delirium that is performing for an audience. I thought life killed her: married, divorced, career, married again, kids, divorced again, married (third time's the charm). Not much room for music in all that. Got older. Not much room for sequins or activism. Afraid of failing, of looking old, of losing what was once as natural as the pulse you feel when you press your fingers against your wrist.
By Anna Purnell (she/her)5 years ago in Humans
Passive Confessions
I used to be a professional belly dancer… well I guess I still am technically, but without the ability to gig or teach it doesn’t really feel right to say it that way and hasn’t since April 2020. I used to perform every week and teach classes and private lessons and, to be honest, things were going well. So well that I had finally given notice at my other job and was ready to go all in with this dance thing. I was overjoyed about this and the confidence it gave me fueled ideas and choreographies, big plans for my future as a performing artist.
By Chantal Bianca Schoenherz5 years ago in Humans
If You Don’t Like to Meditate, Try Art
Don’t tell me to meditate. Seriously, I can’t do it. Meditation requires me not to think and it’s not for me. With all respect to anyone who loves their pillow mediation time, I propose artitation. No, it’s not a word. As I mentioned, I like to think. I also enjoy making up words.
By Diana Hayes5 years ago in Humans
Pirates, Parrots, and Hot Glue.
Hi, my name is Addy. I am going to be a senior in high school this year and I'm a costume/prop designer for my school’s theatre program. I’ve always loved arts and crafts. Ever since I was little I have been drawing, creating, cutting, gluing, and making. From paper mache and duct tape wallets to DIY Halloween costumes and now to puppets and costume pieces for productions.
By Addy Lambert5 years ago in Humans
Building a Wildfire
Creation comes in many forms. I find the inspiration to create on dirty sidewalks; in the gutters on my walks home in the form of tiny plastic rhinoceros’, bottlecaps in unique jewel tones I haven’t collected yet, and the odd bead or bit of an earring here and here, left in a parking lot for the sun to bake. I find joy, and wonder, and new life in these things that are left behind. I scoop them up, plop them into my bag, and carry them home, where they will eventually be added to a new piece of art. My art reflects the beauty I find in these “grime scores,” as I call them. A lot of people work very hard to get it “just right,” and I do, too, but in a different way. I make all kinds of things – crusty costumes, rusted jewelry, wall décor decorated with human bones and moss, and I do the occasional group project building a two-story 20’ building with a base made from dozens of pallet racks and walls patched with rusted metal, a secret sliding bookcase door, and a secret backroom bar. It really depends on my mood.
By Eli Grimes5 years ago in Humans
Snips to Stitches
As my father recalls, I firmly declared “I would die without crafts,” and while dramatic, in hindsight, I see an unavoidable predestined future. An enthusiastic wide-eyed child, too young to be running with scissors, but there I was, a scavenger to any crafting material I could get my hands on. In my obsession with textile arts, and to my parent’s disapproval, clothes in their closets had become free and accessible materials to tap into the creative adventurer screaming to be released into the world of design.
By Karen Applegate5 years ago in Humans
Forever Bouquet
Every young girl dreams of the perfect wedding with their very own Prince Charming. The beautiful white dress, all of your family and friends in attendance, your father escorting you to the Man of your Dreams. There are beautiful flowers everywhere, adorning the aisles and tables, intertwined in the girls’ hair, and pinned to the boys’ suits. All of the bridesmaids and flower girls get to carry flowers, but you get to carry the biggest and most beautiful bouquet of flowers. That day you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I did not know it then, but it led to my favorite project that I’m most passionate about, creating my Forever Bouquet.
By Sallee Bickford 5 years ago in Humans
