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All about women in the art world; famous female artists and subjects, and artwork with a feminist perspective.
Two sides Topsy-Turvy
My passion for my project stems back to my childhood. I owned a Topsy Turvy Doll which had been sewn by my Grammie. One side of the doll was little red riding hood, the other side her Grandmother. Lurking behind the Grandmother’s bonnet was a sinister bad wolf. I admit I was obsessed. Turning the doll over and over only to surprise myself each time with the wolf when I pulled back the bonnet to reveal the snarling wolf. Was is a warning of danger? Were the Grandmother and Red Riding Hood never truly safe? What ever the meaning it was visual story telling the ignited my love for dolls and sewing.
Genevieve JordanPublished 3 years ago in VivaHow to describe colour shades
I used to love the smell of these type of colour crayons. Growing up, I remember that I was annoyed the colour did not stick to the paper. It was the waxing effect of the colour that you could scrap off the piece of paper and at times, it would simply not colour as per its main purpose. These type of crayons were something popular but kind of fancy in my childhood days. Not everyone used to have them or be able to buy it. It seems to me now, looking back in time, that it was more like a snob purchase. Something with which you show off to people that, "hey I can afford these fancy crayons for my kids and I am proud to exhibit this wonderful trait of me, as a mom, this awesome, trendy woman that I still am, even though the motherhood is suffocating me, but hey, I am here to stay, as a mom, so, cheers to me!". Or at least, that's how I interpret it.
Annaelle ArtsyPublished 3 years ago in VivaWhat You Never Thought About Grief
"She passed." As they were spoken, I was wounded. I tried dodging the words in my mind as I continued enquiring: "who? her sister?...No, you mean her sister?."
Jara Rios RodriguezPublished 3 years ago in VivaFollowing My Creative Needs
Sewing is in my blood. Both of my grandmothers worked in the sewing factories in Kingston, NY from the 1930’s – 1950’s. I started to sew when I was 10 years old and have always had an interest in creating new things by hand. Over the years my talents evolved from making my own doll clothes and clothes for myself, constructing a backpack from a kit that I travelled through Europe with, and even sewing my bridesmaid’s dresses.
Constance SnyderPublished 3 years ago in VivaElegant life
In the years of my life, elegance has already entered the autumn of my life unconsciously. As I was born in autumn, I have a special liking for autumn. In my opinion, autumn is the most romantic, elegant and intoxicating season, and the life born in this season must have his beautiful yearning and longing.
danyonasriel27Published 3 years ago in Vivatake a deep breath
A planned short trip was finally abandoned because of his son's cold and fever. After listening to the rain hitting the window all night, I hope my son can get better soon.
Harm.nect.87979Published 3 years ago in VivaTour d’scissor
Oh how very useful are a pair of scissors, oh more than I could have ever imagined. When deciding on whether to enter the contest I began to reflect on the scissors in my own home and all the times and seasons the various pairs have been dedicated to specific tasks, some to the great outdoors and others destined to the miscellaneous missions situations call for.
My Undying Love of Art and Crafting
Hello my name is Melly Herrera, I am an artist currently residing near Los Angeles in San Fernando CA where I grew up. My interests include Painting, drawing, printmaking, writing poetry and photography. I am a proud daughter to immigrant Guatemalan and Mexican parents. I attended Pasadena City College where I studied a variety of subjects including psychology before deciding to focus on my love for art after a semester abroad in Florence Italy and a couple summer spent art gazing with my mother in some of Mexico's most beautiful museum. I later moved to San Francisco CA in 2018, where I lived for three years and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Studio Art from San Francisco State University. I aim to acquire my Master’s degree in either fine arts or illustration in the years to come.
I Think My Mom Was Right
They say never run with scissors. Everyone knows that. But the rest of the picture can be blurry. Here’s why. I was raised being told that respect, above all other principles, was top. I have held onto that my whole life as one of the most conducive iterations to my existence. Respect is of the utmost importance. Without respect, there can be no love. And with no love, there is no respect. A fun little diadem of wisdom. Now, in the same household, I was also raised understanding that sex was worlds different from porn. I think my Mom was right. Porn isn’t really a good example of sex. And without adding much else to the point. I’m going to come back to scissors. I moved to Hollywood January 2020. I had about a month or two of living under my belt before “we all know what” happened. The time of living after the world closed down was turbulent. Alone and wildly accelerated. This led me out into some new artistic fields. At this point, I’m living with my girlfriend — to be wife. And it’s safe to say — I don’t watch porn. Before she had moved in and the world moved away — I had made my way to an overcrowded, dusty, and fantasy esq. bookstore. It was of course ran by a lovely old man in an olden chair. I was searching philosophy, psychology, poetry, (the best three P’s) and I found a book by a woman, Sexual Reality: A Virtual Sex World Reader — her name was Susie Bright. This book was a fierce cultural escapade diving headfirst into the world of sex. Stories ranging from strip tea, the virtual orgasm, and to men who love lesbians. I went up to the old man and he carefully inspected my choice. He then said to me, “You know, we’ve got a ton of vintage playboys, VHS tapes, and various porno mags.” I halted at the proposition. I had no ‘need’ for these, but then I thought an even better thought! What if I make some radical collages — I could use the designs for anything. Turn something pornographic into infographic — at least! Next thing you know, I’m going home with three. I get home and start fishing around — my lady doesn’t love the initial purchase, but the idea of turning porn into real art… does the trick! Right there — turning porn into art meant something more to me! Love is art… passion is art! This had helped me understand what my Mom had meant all those years ago. With every glide of the scissors across the page I felt like I was recovering an area of existence with such depravity, addiction, suffering, and abuse into something that could explore true femininity, true beauty, and true passion. Scissors are such an oddly aggressive tool. Sharp like the teeth of a shark. The cutting made me feel strangely uncomfortable even though my mission was freedom. My mission was unadulterated redemption. I was slicing through a web that entangles so many. Freeing porn… to be something beautiful. It all meant something divine — the scissors, the tape, the paper — I was in the construction zone. I was re-constructing and it was a holy mess. I worked and worked and found myself truly loving the process. I knew what I was doing was worth my time. I could see the collage coming together — all of its colors and myriad objectives. The experience ended up convincing me to change my ways and learn to live a life free from constriction. I needed to free myself from the bindings of existence and unwrap my mummified state. All I needed was a pair of scissors to do it.
Jacob Louis BuckleyPublished 3 years ago in VivaA Work of Art
As Tamara washed her hands, she closed her eyes, so she would not see herself in the lavatory mirrors. It's not that bad, she thought. You always make more of it than you should. Just look, damn it. You're not a little girl anymore.
Craig and Wendalynn NewmanPublished 3 years ago in VivaTrying Something New
I’ve been a musician for 12 years starting with violin in the 5th grade and classic guitar in the 9th. I’m painfully average at both and music is something I have a love/hate relationship with, but I wouldn’t quit it for the world. I’m particularly partial to stringed instruments, but the ukulele always put a sour taste in my mouth. Not because there was anything wrong with the instrument, but because of the misogyny I internalized about girls who played the instrument not being real musicians. The memes are all over the internet. The quirky girl who wears big dark framed glasses and flower crowns, may or may not have dyed hair, and has a wall of fairy lights in her room. I didn’t want to give men another reason to pick on me so I avoided ukulele like the plague for ten years.
Olivia BarkerPublished 3 years ago in VivaSalute the weavers of Karnataka
Karnataka is famous for its Art and Culture as it is famous for its Heritage and also its famous cuisine. Amongst the art fraternity my vote goes to the weavers of Karnataka. This is because they have kept up the tradition from centuries and not allowed it to disintegrate. In fact the weaving community takes pride in their art and have preserved it from generations.
Subbalakshmi Devi GPublished 4 years ago in Viva