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Artistic, musical, creative, and entertaining topics in Journal's workplace sphere.
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
Crystal Sculpture
Last year, effects of the pandemic in combination with a series of other unfortunate life factors had me down in a deeply negative state of wellbeing. I feel like most people can relate to this at least to some extent. Scrolling through youtube videos like a zombie i came across a video of an art piece that immediately sparked something in my soul. Finding my art medium (cold glass/crystal sculpting) has rejuvenated my soul and given me an excitement i have not felt in years. I have always been a creative person, but could never pin down an outlet for my creativity. This was the epiphanal moment that changed my life. From that moment on, i have spent all of my free time researching, learning, and honing my skills so that i may be a conduit to bring beautiful energy into the world.
By Eric Niehe5 years ago in Journal
What I Wish I'd Known When I started Selling my Artwork Online 5 years ago.
I decided to take a big risk and started selling handmade cards and some bits of jewellery on Esty almost five years ago, after two good friends encouraged me to do it. I had never even heard of Etsy (I'm sorry, what-sy?), and up until then I had always been able to draw and make some nice cards, but really, sell them?? For real? Maybe...
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Journal
An Unexpected Path to a Deeper Practice
Like so many people across the country and globe, the coronavirus pandemic completely transformed my professional life. From one perspective, my main occupation in the healthcare industry came to an abrupt end. From another, I was presented with the opportunity to invest completely in my more fulfilling work as a jewelry designer. Nearly one year since the onset of the pandemic, I find myself more invigorated than ever in my craft practice. I’ve built my brand around the notion that handmade objects can affirm who we are as people, and arriving at this place is a journey I would hope to share with others.
By Derek Mirabilio5 years ago in Journal
Running With Scissors
Since before I can remember, I was making things. When I was a kid I painted, I doodled, I stitched, I glued and I cut every picture out of every magazine. (Let’s just say there were a few “talks” at the dinner table about who might’ve been responsible for the the missing photographs in our prized set of encyclopedias — why are you looking at me?)
By Danielle Krysa5 years ago in Journal
Wearing My Grandfather's Pocket Change
My grandfather owned a car dealership. Due to his work, he would travel a lot so he collected coins. But not like coin collectors do where they polish them up and keep them in glass frames or cases, my papa would come home from a long trip and toss them in the top of a shadow box table. That may sound fancy, but he used it more like the bowl near your front door where you throw your keys and whatever is taking up space in your pockets. It was a small three legged wooden table with a circular glass top you could screw off to reveal a velvet padded surface used to showcase something beautiful. It was full of dirty old coins from every country you could think of and the occasional crumpled up dollar bill.
By Emma Shepherd5 years ago in Journal
The Taste of Ink
In a complete burst of spontaneity, I awoke abruptly one morning and insisted I needed a new tattoo. I required it that day. Absolutely no exceptions were to be made. I did not have the slightest clue what I desired or what tattoo parlor I would be adventuring to. None of it mattered in the slightest. I just sat down and started roughing out a design. When I arrived at the nearest tattoo parlor the artist complimented me on my rough sketch. The man's notice was significant enough to take me by surprise. I enjoyed doodling plus constantly drooled over tattoos. I suddenly slammed into the idea that I wanted to become a tattoo artist.
By Franchessica Hannawacker 5 years ago in Journal
Paper Dolls On Paper Stages
Textured paper flew between my left hand and the determined scissors in my right. I checked the clock - almost midnight. Security would be around any moment to kick me out and lock up, but I had just enough time to finish trimming Amaterasu’s sleeves and just enough caffeine to make the drive home.
By Sloane Killion5 years ago in Journal
