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FELTGIRLWORLD
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth stitched in red. I looked down at myself, laying on the table: not me, but a figure that easily morphed into me as the clock struck three A.M. and my eyes grew heavy from exhaustion. I’d come up with the idea while working my retail job the summer before college started––I wanted to make myself out of felt. I was in limbo between the end of school and the start of it, feeling weird about my age and the way that it made me feel both incredibly young and strangely old, and I decided to do something about it: to make a felt version of myself in eighteen hours, carry her around for eighteen more, and then say goodbye to her forever.
By Rachel E Dohner5 years ago in Humans
We All Serve
We all serve (which wolf do you feed) by the ADHD Accountant – Krid There are many things that we can do day-to-day that can bring pleasure, however fleeting. Those things that are ultimately only self-gratifying are often the most fleeting, and the easiest to achieve. Now I am not a psychologist, or anything more than an armchair theologian and philosopher. Everything that I am talking about is apocryphal or anecdotal. I admit to all manner of bias and that there are filters to my perception. Yet, having said that, I think that I have some kernel of an idea of a truth.
By ADHD Accountant5 years ago in Humans
The Journal Journey
Time and again research has proved that our brains register negative events more strongly than they do happy ones and so these negative moments are much more likely to be remembered vividly and for longer periods of time.I, too, have always found beautiful things to be very fleeting and so keeping a journal is a way to capture the happy whether in the form of cut-outs or scribbled quotes or a polaroid, if I’ve had an especially outstanding day,and have it in physical form to come back to since our human brains so preoccupied with survival can easily discard the beautiful considering it to be unnecessary.
By Noor Yasar5 years ago in Humans
Finding my Creativity
To be completely honest, this is one of the first personal projects I have completed simply because I was inspired to do so in a long time. This is not a fanart, this is not a photo I found on the internet made in my style–this is genuinely my own thing. I used one of my own photos I took at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) a few years ago when I was a junior in college. I was visiting with a few friends for a class when we ended up having an impromptu photoshoot. I never posted any of these photos online, but I use them as drawing references when I do vector art.
By Amber Rivero5 years ago in Humans
Art Calms the Storm
2020 was one of the worst years we have had in recent years. For some, it was worse than others. In the summer month of August 2020, my nephew committed suicide. This shook my family to the core. It was especially hard for me as I knew of the challenges that he was facing.
By Jeffrey Aragon5 years ago in Humans
Cut and Paste for Grownups
Cut and Paste for Grownups As I spread the creamy paint onto the thick, textured watercolor paper, I feel my breath deepen and my heart rate slow. I guide the wide paintbrush, creating swirls and leaving deliberate brush marks as I cover the page with wavy blocks of bright acrylics.
By Tiffany Doerr Guerzon 5 years ago in Humans
To Put Beauty Into The World
Crafts are not always crafts especially not for me. I’m sure by this point you have heard the phrase “healthy coping mechanism”, may even have some yourself. Now a healthy coping mechanism can be and mean different things for different people. For me a healthy coping mechanism is something that let me put beauty into the world even when I didn’t feel beautiful.
By Kimberly Wood5 years ago in Humans
Vision
My mother sewed and so did my grandmother before her. Curtains, slipcovers, clothing, Halloween costumes, Barbie dresses, the pair were unstoppable. I remember they had scissors for every purpose. There were scissors in the kitchen for food prep, the orange-handled Fiskars kept in my mother's desk or coupons or general use, scissors for little hands, scissors for big. long-pointed scissors for cutting hair but my mother’s most precious belonging were her dress-making shears. They were mysterious to me, shiny, silver, and sharp, I’d watch fascinated as they would glide through fabric with the slightest effort. I was not allowed to touch them and warned they were only for cloth and scolded should I dare to steal them for paper.
By Dawn Olderr-Montalvo5 years ago in Humans
A different perspective of Embroidery
There really is no doubt that happiness and creativity go hand in hand. There is something so meaningful when you grab a paintbrush, a needle, a pencil and your heart starts creating. At that moment your hand is only following orders from the heart; that starts creating art. That art creates happiness not only for you, but others that can appreciate it. I don’t believe people have really understood till this day the power of rolling up their sleeves and creating something with their hands. Art is highly therapeutic. And in today’s society mental illness awareness is highly important. That is why my passion for embroidery continues to be alive and growing inside of me. My desire this year is to open up workshops where people can learn a way to release their anxiety, stress, pain, all by stitching away their negative emotions. How beautiful is it to receive freedom from the inside out just by being creative.
By Stephanie Alvarez5 years ago in Humans
To Weave a Life
The first time I walked into a weaving studio, I knew that this craft would be my calling. Around me, beautiful floor looms made of wood and cast iron click-clacked as students threw shuttles across the warp threads, transforming them into cloth. In the back room, row upon row of shelves held brightly colored yarns. On that first day, I stood in those shelves for a long while, to be quiet and hidden, so that I could absorb the intensity of the moment. I became still and went inward, to be present to the expansiveness of what I was feeling. Even at the very beginning, I knew that weaving was what I wanted to do with my life. In the years since that day, my captivation with weaving and textiles has only grown. Perhaps it is a validation of the surety I felt on that first encounter. It is truly my passion, but I find that “happiness” is too flat a word to describe the impact that weaving has upon my life.
By Abigail Ahlberg5 years ago in Humans
