The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
When I was a little girl, as most children, I was obsessed with fairy tales. Yet it seems fairy tales have changed throughout the centuries. They used to be cautionary tales to warn of the dangers in life; but now Disney churns out fairy tales primarily based on love. These stories romanticize how we view relationships; leading to dangerous ideas about how we view our love lives. I was raised on Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. These stories filled me with a longing to find my own Prince Charming, no matter the cost.
My First (and Second) Tattoo
At some point in our first year of university, my roommate ("M") and I talked about getting tattoos together. Not matching ones, just going and getting them done at the same time. It wasn't until our third year that we finally made it happen.
I Have Always Been a Flight Risk:
I have always been a flight risk. There is a new tree in my living room, potted beautifully and leaning just enough to say don’t touch me yet, I am not sure I should be here. It looks like a person at a party with strangers. Trying to stand tall but also arching away from everything uncomfortable.
No More Hurting
Eye don't know if anyone will ever KNOW how hard it has been to be this soft-hearted. But until the end of MY days Eye will do my best to show by example how much WORK Eye have done within these high walls by breaking them down to reveal a golden heART with an infinite source of unconditional love to give myself and everyone else freely, as there IS no limit to how much WE can create, when it IS done purely with the BEST of intentions because you knowingly know, it IS for the greater good, of ALL of existence.
- Second Place in Tattoo Tale Challenge
A Transmasculine Tattoo Tale
I can’t quite recall when I crossed the threshold from “guy with tattoos” to “tattooed guy”. There is a distinction, a sort of vague initiation into someone who is more defined by their ink because they simply have more of it than most people do. My body is decorated with ancient deities, esoteric symbols, and a menagerie of animals; in mostly black ink. The crowning jewel of my tattoo collection would go to the biggest and most colourful though. Covering my torso from chest to hip is a phoenix in vivid reds and yellows. It’s certainly eye catching, and my collection of crop tops increased 10 fold after getting it. My mother used to tell me, “If you’ve got it, flaunt it”, but I don’t think this was what she intended.
- Third Place in Everyday Heroes Challenge
Life and art murals, how to live side by side with a pandemic
Did you know, the human brain has the capacity to generate 23 watts of power when awake? That of the total blood and oxygen, the brain gets only 20% of it? These are all facts, but somehow it was hard to comprehend how it can relate to Mai’s death. You say goodbye, you kiss them on the forehead and then they leave. You say prayers on their funeral, you tell them you love them and you believe they are at peace, wherever they are. Sometimes, if you’re lucky you see acceptance and peace in their gaze when they leave, in my case I saw nothing. I just heard words, ‘’it will be okay’’, ‘’don’t forget to take care of yourself,’’ that seemed to bounce off my skull. I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye. They weren’t going to let me near her. The most I will get will be a thin voice on the phone, raspy from disuse, miles away while she dies in Lahore.
One Hell of a Dame
And there she was. Beautiful. Nineteen years old and had never left the country. Plans changed and she was alone. So when she received an invite to ride through Europe on the back of a bike, it was an opportunity she couldn’t resist. With a freshly broken heart and a ticket to England, she had no idea she was about to embark on the journey that would begin the rest of her life.
1 of Minnie
One word: magical. Intrigued and inspired, I closely followed Symone's journey of 1000 mini portrait paintings: 1 of Minnie
Just Innocences, Just happens and Just being. Twisting through a world that wants us to be something. Tangling ourselves through the idea that we have to be something.
A Moment in My Life
It’s Sunday and I’m sitting alone in my apartment. Tears roll down, staining my checks with the burden of all the emotions you have made me feel.
Thoughts for You
Your memory smells like Germany Christmas markets Your memory tastes like cold kisses in the alps That time we almost skied
Tarrytown Painter Takes the Long Road on Her Artistic Journey
Clara Shen was sitting in her Tarrytown Studio a few years ago, and had the impetus to go for a ride. Instead, the Chinese immigrant began splattering a colorful sports car road trip alongside the ocean. At the same time, the death of friend's dog provided further inspiration, so a four legged creature signals a joyful yelp at shotgun. But despite a multilevel kaleidoscope call across species—which screams for a buyer—Shen still sees deficiencies, and the pull of perfectionism.