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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.

Rocks Spread Joy
Do you remember as a child picking up rocks, and stacking them into wobbly towers? You know when your out on vacation, or some where boring. You sat down and played with the rocks. Like the little 4 year old in left field during a t-ball game, since the ball would never get to him. He would just entertain himself with rocks and the occasional bug. That bug becoming the rock king, inside his rock castle. As an adult just watching how a young child just plays with the rocks, and seems to be so content. Rocks are joyful pieces from our Earth.
By Jennifer Holdridge5 years ago in Humans
Country Roads
I always clung to this idea of my hometown, forcing myself to keep nostalgia alive even though I didn’t believe a word I was saying or thinking. I still catch myself doing it from time to time and I suppose it’s really a defense mechanism. I’ve had some of the most painful events of my life living in my new hometown and I don’t want to let myself think about this place fondly because of that. The sad fact is that the only reason my worst memories happened here is because it is my hometown and I did the vast majority of my growing up here.
By Chrisie Hopps5 years ago in Humans
A New Hobby In Lockdown
Like many people, the lockdown means that I have been stuck inside the house, for the best part of a year now. At the beginning of the dreaded pandemic, I lost my job because I worked for a small company, who couldn't afford to survive anymore - they were having money issues way before the virus. I was jobless, homeless and had to move back in with my dad. Which I saw as a massive failure, because I never wanted to move back in with my parents. Sadly, my mum died in 2018, otherwise I would've lived with her instead. As many of us have, I've been really struggling with my mental health all through lockdown. I've had depression and anxiety for years, but this past year has really heightened that.I hate being stuck inside at the best of times, but when you're actually being forced into it? My idea of absolute hell.
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Humans
Bundle Post Thoughts
I love to crochet, I have dozens of projects that I just have in my closet and in a small tote under my bed. I have tried for years to find ways to sell my projects, or I guess, just do something with them. I finally decided the other day, since I learned how to make a cute little produce bag, that I wanted to gift them as presents. I obviously thought about it before, but I know for a fact, not everyone will appreciate or use my creations, and since I put so much love into each one, I refused to do that.
By Carolann5 years ago in Humans
R.I.A
Hi! My name Is Chayntelle. I am an Artist. I am a Songwriter. I am a Composer. I have been doing writing for years. I started songwriting in 6th Grade. I am now in High School.
By Chayntelle5 years ago in Humans
Find your creative style Challenge
This is a no-fluff challenge and it will start right now, no delay. YAY! Just to be clear, this is not a “how to draw _____ challenge” and will never be. Sorry.
By Rita Viana5 years ago in Humans
For the Love of Haiku
A few months, I set myself a little ‘challenge’ on Twitter. I decided to write and share one haiku a day. It didn’t exactly work out the way I planned - some days I forgot to post and ended up playing catch-up on other days - but I did successfully write thirty-one haikus throughout the month *high five*.
By elaine c.5 years ago in Humans
What I Wish to Tell You
I sit in my favorite down town café with my usual order: medium Peanut Butter Mocha Frappuccino with no whip, no drizzle. $4.49. During the summer it was $4.50 even, but now I get a penny back, and get to think that I’m lucky. I sit at my usual high table with bar stool, so I can sit or stand as I please. My lap top is open with a fresh, new document ready to go. She should be here any minute. In my head, I practice what I’m going to say to her. You turned out just fine, after all. You never lost the taste buds to enjoy dinosaur egg oatmeal and Lucky Charms. You’ve made a career of your art, music, and writing. Good for you! High School was not a bad as you thought it would be. Crushes really are not that big of a deal. You really should wait until you’re thirty to date. It’s kind of a waste of time.
By Sarah Massey5 years ago in Humans
Open Space
In all honesty I thought that when the time came to write this paper on the final chapter of contemplative dance practice: open space, that I would be able to define open space. However, I find myself still asking…what is open space? I feel as though it is a space in which a group of individuals holds in order to provide way for original expression in a communal space. Therefore, there is room to express oneself within an influential environment. “Individuals become a group; the improvisation is a single total event, or succession of events in which each person becomes simply a part” (Forti 72). In this explanation of the space I feel the key word is simply. It is important that within the space we do not feel the need to perform or take part in something we do not feel connected to do so.
By Amanda 5 years ago in Humans
A World Where Sarah Draws
Sarah sat before me, putting pen to paper in a local coffee shop. My friend Hannah and I decided we wanted to get a tattoo done, but we needed someone's feminine touch added to the process. Only 2 weeks prior we discovered her in her element at Painting With A Twist. Instantly we had this awesome connection that has surpassed the night of wine and canvases. So after a click of a button following her on Instagram, I knew she had to be the one to design our tattoo.
By Kayla Lindley5 years ago in Humans
So you Didn't make the final Cast
Well hello! It's been way too long since I have added anything to my blog collection of theatre themed blogs. So here we go.
By Kevin Rothlisberger5 years ago in Humans
Choosing Is An Art Form
Sunny summer afternoons in the city park were Adam’s favourite time of the week. From atop a large hill that looked out over the steel and glass towers in the distance, the park provided enough green space for multitudes to enjoy. For families like the Pushmans, working-class people living mostly in apartments around the city, the greenery, and open space was a temporary haven.
By Stu E5 years ago in Humans