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The art of paper filigree and its importance in my life
Memories of childhood are like an old scrapbook in the mind. Slightly unorganized, lacking dates and times, but the images are vivid. One such memory for me is the first time I was introduced to paper filigree also know as quilling. Long thin strands of multi colored paper laying flat on the table. Each one cut to different lengthens, individually curled and folder to create a portion of a larger picture. I was 7 or 8 years old. It was the sample craft to try at my mothers monthly crafting group. The memory is faint, mostly of the colorful paper carefully twisted and glued to create a flower. I remember my fascination with the final product, and the beauty that came from the clean lines and simple picture created from paper. As with some things in childhood, the allure was fleeting, and quilling wasn’t a craft continued by my mom. Little did I know as that small child, the impact and importance that paper quilling memory would have in my life.
By Melissa Braun5 years ago in Humans
Picking Up The Pieces
In September of 2019 I had a freak accident. I fell and hit my head on a large boulder. The impact knocked me out of consciousness and fractured my skull. It resulted in a Level Three concussion and internal brain bleeding. A traumatic brain injury left me broken and it took 6 months to put the pieces back together to resemble some sort of normalcy. Two years in I still have unique difficulties. There is so much we do not know about the brain and although I went to countless specialists, all they could tell me was to be patient and rest as my brain, the most important organ in the human body, my internal operating system, healed and rebuilt itself.
By Erin McAllister5 years ago in Humans
Strange Bedfellows
Sometimes I wake up with scissors in my bed. Of all the things I could find next to me in the morning, they’re not the worst - a disappointing one-night stand or the head of a prized racehorse come to mind - but they’re certainly not the best. Sharp implements do not play well with bedclothes or sleeping bodies.
By mckenzie floyd5 years ago in Humans
Cut & Paste
As much as the world tries to jade and corrupt me, I maintain a soft heart firm in its belief in kindness and the kind of magic some might insist we lose with childhood. Despite maintaining somewhat of a Peter Pan syndrome all my life, doing childhood over seems a bit daunting to me; however, I’d give for certain moments again. I’d give to sit a spell at a little desk (big then; the kind with the hole for the inkpots still). I’d give to feel again the anticipation of my teacher reaching my desk, of her licking her index finger so that she might slip off two exact pieces of construction paper and leave them on the desk in front of me. All for me!
By Erin Stewart5 years ago in Humans
Lessons in the Art of Friendship
The art of friendship is truly an art - something beautiful that we don't see every day. Something that takes real attentiveness and patience, and is a skill that grows over time. Some of the best lessons I have learned in the art of friendship came from my hobby of creating foil artwork from leftover candy wrappers.
By TheaMarie Burns5 years ago in Humans
Scissors, My Solitude
Scissors, My Solitude By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran I was a kid who found sanctuary in a long, narrow closet in my room where I cut out paper dolls and gave them lives. The scissors were mine and I had to hide them from my older sisters. To this day I am a scissors hoarder. There are scissors in every room of my house. And in my studio, where these days I am making books, Fiskars scissors are at my fingertips. I even have student sized scissors for when I teach book making classes to kids. I have gifted Lefty Fiskar Scissors to all my left-handed friends. When I give scissors as a present, people look at me funny, and then I say, “You can never have too many scissors.”
By Nancee Marie5 years ago in Humans
Fiber
My art leads me, the rhythm of the colors tell me where to go, what shapes to make; the velvet waves of an infinite ocean, the yellow, flat earth sprawling into the green hills holding up the impossibly expansive blue sky (the heavens). My art is an attempt to capture that which cannot be tethered, merely observed, taken in, like a setting sun giving way to colors which remind me that we share the sky every time our eyes gaze outward and upward.
By Grace Beckman (she/they)5 years ago in Humans
For Lifelong Friendship: Cut and Paste
“What are you doing, throwing a personal parade in here?!” My friend Kris stood in the doorway, surveying me—and the absolute mess of my room—in amused disbelief. A steady beat of music, thumping rhythmically through the walls of the bedroom, suddenly pierced through the open door behind him.
By Christine Ochs-Naderer5 years ago in Humans
Cutting Cords, Tying Knots
Although I've always loved to get down on any sort of craft session, I recently took up the art of macramé (hippie power) as a way to deal with my trichotillomania. For those who don’t know, "trich" is a body focused repetitive behavior (BFRB) which means that I pull out my hair when I'm stressed or anxious. It’s actually very common and is akin to skin picking and nail biting.
By Kali Hodges5 years ago in Humans
