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Artistic, musical, creative, and entertaining topics in Journal's workplace sphere.
Making the world better, one flower at a time
Would it be ok if I start my story by saying I don’t believe in passion? Why you may ask. I think passion somehow put ‘you’ in the centre. It comes in a form of self, yourself, becoming about you. There is an inherent ‘self-centeredness’ that comes when you say ‘this is my passion, I am passionate about this and that.’ It may not necessarily be wrong but that is not something I resonate with or aim for. I spent my twenties doing what I thought I was passionate about, even though secretly I never really connected with that word, even from young days. I became an architect. I studied, I worked, I talked, I drew and breathed everything architecture. But there was a hole, something missing. Then I came across purpose.
By Mekala Rodrigo 5 years ago in Journal
meeting our mind
An unruled fist grabs a tired marker. Tired of being used to unload the anxieties of a conscious mind growing within the structures of an unconscious world. The body connects with the mind for the first time in the day. The sun has long been asleep, and the moon has brought tranquillity but also doubt. The hand, governed by the subconscious and delimited by a state of despair, tries to show the mind the infinite possibilities of a creative soul. For that, nothing like a cup of tea and the warm silence of a snoozing city.
By Pedro Guarracino5 years ago in Journal
Into Hell and back for love
I am bright yellow, well with an orange-ish yellow back-side a few green spots here and there for appeal. My maker thinks of my color as an act of kiln magic – where the fires of Hell hit me the hardest. I feel pretty, in a utilitarian kind of way, compared to my life before.
By Becky Yaeger5 years ago in Journal
The Journey
A haphazard stack of poetry sits on the corner of my desk as I contemplate what to do to keep them all in one place. Even as I think this, the restless little tabby cat jumps up and knocks a sheet or two onto the floor. He looks lazily at the wrinkled sheets floating through the dusty air and seems amused as they land with a rustle onto the wooden floor. A look of complete and utter boredom rests on his whiskery face as he walks the narrow runway over to where I sit. "Entertain me!" he seems to demand as he meows a squeaky little cry. I pick up the missing poetry off the floor as I give him a scratch under his furry little chin.
By Laura Lockridge5 years ago in Journal
What Delivering Pizza Taught Me About Running A 6 Figure Business
Flour into the big ass bowl. Dough packet. Water. Cut on the mixer. Throw the dough on the table. Weight it. Roll it. Cheese. Toppings. Oven. Cut. Box, and now, I’m running out the ay door to freedom.
By Cole Connor5 years ago in Journal
Making a Beautiful Mess
I’ve been passionate about making art pretty much since the day I discovered crayons and walls. Ever since, even while raising a family and carving out a career as a creative advertising professional, I’ve managed to produce artwork in a wide range of media. Today, I find myself fortunate enough to have a modest following of online followers, dedicated patrons, and a beautiful studio in a converted wood mill.
By P. D. Murray5 years ago in Journal
Finding the Calm
Somehow my life has always been a whirlwind of craziness. I'm not sure if I create it myself or if it just finds me because I have a way of making something of all that craziness life throws at me. As a young girl I learned my first craft - cross stitching. My mom gave me my first cross stitch ornament for Christmas - I still have it to this day. You can see all the little mistakes I made and how it isn't nearly perfect, but it was perfect to me back then. Now it takes me back to the beginning; a beginning of learning a craft that taught me so many lessons. The very first lesson is that it takes patience and practice to create something beautiful. Over the years, I evolved into many different crafts, some I love, some not so much. The next lesson is that crafting is calming - if it's not, put it down and walk away.
By Darcy Jean-Andrews5 years ago in Journal
Creating the Leveling Board
It's Christmas morning. Our family tradition is to go in a circle and each person open one gift at a time. All my gifts had been opened but one. My husband, David, presented me with a large rectangular gift. He seemed very excited about me opening it up.
By Rolynda Jane Sanborn5 years ago in Journal
7 Things Your Caricature Artist Wants You to Know
Caricature conjures up memories of street artists on boardwalks or outside museums sketching visitors quickly and humorously, much to the amusement or dismay of their subjects. On the other hand, caricature includes a lot more than what you see on the boardwalk and can be more art than kitsch.
By Jen Hensey5 years ago in Journal
What is art today?
What is art today? Recently I attended a lecture on this question. The speaker said that the art of our time is important in addressing social problems. For example, good art addresses the rights of discriminated minorities, the weak, and victims of war.
By George Karouzakis 5 years ago in Journal
A Ribbon by any other name is a Rosette
A ribbon to many is but a simple piece of cloth, one to adorn around a child’s hair for a bow. Perhaps around a present to give it a little bit of extra flair. For some even just a means to tie things together for a moment, a placeholder of nonimportance and passing time. A ribbon to me becomes a beautiful rosette that is a marriage of textures, colors, finishes, and applications to make each one coordinate with my hobby buttons.
By Yanitza Sanchez5 years ago in Journal
Bridges
It's crazy how much our childhood influences who we become in life or what we want to be in the future. From what I remember, one of the first things I played with was LEGOs. There was something magical about how the pieces would connect to each other and the wonders of creating almost anything with my puny brain. The pieces were different colors and just like my mind, all over the place. Now, all that I have left of my LEGO days are my family's memories of stepping on some random LEGO piece on the floor and the LEGO container itself, which after 20 plus years I use as a trash bag storage.
By Toan Nguyen5 years ago in Journal
