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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 Dent3 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 C3 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 Unadkat3 years ago in Humans
Snip Stitch Snip
I majored in studio art in college, I had always loved being creative and it seemed like the right step to take. Painting, photography, printmaking, drawing-all these art forms were ones that I longed to be better at. I practiced hard and gained considerable skill, but to be honest, what I was the most exceptional at was the process. Sure, I could take a good photo, but I was better at developing the photographs. I could come up with a good idea for printmaking, but I excelled at the tightly controlled process of actually making the print. I thought it was more fashionable to be creative and come up with genre shattering ideas. Skill always seemed like a silver medal, nice, but not great. This was also a time where I was exploring my place in the world without my parents directly at my side, seeing who I was in the scheme of things. After a little adjustment, it turned out I was a minty fresh feminist artist. There's a brashness that comes with that first step, a kind of grabbing of rights, an insistence of recognition and equality. Those days are important to every woman that experiences them. It's the lighting of a fire. I shunned traditional female roles, don't want to cook? Don't. Don't want to wear skirts? #pantsforever. No bra? Done. Those first changes are like a vibration altering all facets of your life and sometimes are more black and white than they need to be. I don't judge that woman, she had sass. Art is a wonderful way to discover yourself. Art finds you on the surface-shimmering and obvious, and it finds you deep inside where you are sometimes afraid to look. I thought that my art had to reflect the new me, a visionary, someone who only looked forward and not back. Then an assignment came: use traditional "women's work" to express yourself. I was so angry about it because, to me, it meant that I would be turning back the clock on all the progress I had made and doing the things that I thought I wasn't supposed to do any more. I'd already thrown off those shackles, why the hell would I put them back on willingly? Sewing, knitting, crochet, that all seemed so anathema to me and the person I was becoming. It didn't matter that when I was younger, I found washing and ironing my mother's vintage doll clothes so pleasing. It didn't occur to me that designing art house clothing for my Barbie dolls and sewing them by hand was anti-feminist. I didn't even think about how my friends and I would make colorful scarves and skirts and bags and dresses so we could stand out in a sea of girls dressed in clothes from The Limited. No, this project, for some reason, was a threat. I did it, of course, it was an assignment after all. Though I barely remember, I think I made boudoir pillows and embroidered witheringly sarcastic sayings about 'a woman's place' on them. *Dust Hands* Feminist mission accomplished.
By Sarah Snider3 years ago in Humans
The Art of Living
Her presence commands the attention of all—she is the sunshine personified. Although generally adorned in dazzling shades of turquoise silks and a 1000-kilowatt smile, those who know her understand that her show-stopping exterior is but a pale reflection of the vastness of her heart.
By Dré Pontbriand3 years ago in Humans
Majestic Skies Over Fruited Plains
After having moved from Pennsylvania to North Carolina in 1987, It became part of my routine to make the trek back to visit family at least once a year. Wintertime drives could be treacherous when a large snowfall could make traveling slow and quite slippery, however making the trek during the summertime was a completely different experience.
By Mary Kamerer3 years ago in Humans
Line upon line
Up until a dozen years ago, I was an almost Working Actor, and I just loved what I did. And I was damn good at it, too. I relished playing difficult characters because it allowed my imagination to run wild, and get away with bad behavior safely on the stage or screen. I was truly in my element.
By David Pringle3 years ago in Humans
It's something to share!
I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. At the tender age of seven, I wrote stories called The Evil Apple, Killer Babysitter, and How I tied my shoe with spaghetti. Sure, the stories were three pages long, full of grammatical errors, and made no sense, but they were proof that I was a natural-born writer.
By Rayna Scott3 years ago in Humans
When I Cut
Let’s begin at the end: I lift my scissors, take a deep breath, and cut. The cloth I have woven falls free from the loom, limp and lovely, freed at last from the tension of the loom, draping as I have never seen it before. If I am skillful and lucky and have been working on a well-built, precisely square loom, the new length of fabric does not twist. Its selvedges are reasonably straight. It has the ‘hand’ required for whatever use I have in mind. It is long enough and wide enough to become something more than a length of fabric.
By Rose Kleidon3 years ago in Humans
How does contemporary art reflect our society?
You can call contemporary art as a reflection of the society. If you can deep dive and explore contemporary art, you will figure out all the reasons available for us to call like that. In fact, contemporary art is translating the experiences and values of people who live out there in the society. This fact has even been proven from the deep studies that were conducted on contemporary art as well.
By Michelle Morgan3 years ago in Humans
Holi !!
Holi, also known as the Color Festival, is one of the most popular festivals in Nepal. It occurs on the day of the full moon in the month of Nepali Fagu (February to March in the Sun Calendar) and lasts for two days. The festival takes place from March 20 to 21, 2019, and from March 9 to 10, 2020. After Dashain and Tihar Festival, Holi was celebrated with a victory over evil and the coming of spring. During this colorful festival, visitors from Nepal and abroad will pour in dried flour and colored water to express their sincere blessings and good wishes.
By prashant sapkota3 years ago in Humans