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Family-themed art is a look into one's living room; it depicts celebration, crises, and the quiet moments of familial interactions.

Color the World
Growing up I soaked up the times when my mom, Amy, (who was an exceptional artist), would let me sit in her basement studio and watch her work on her marvelous creations.
By Carlee Clark5 years ago in Families
Life And Passion
Somethings in life make me happy. While other things in life make me sad. If you had to go around and ask people on what there passionet about what would they say? Maybe they would say, Sky diving, Or Bungie Jumping, Or Free Falling, Or maybe somthing bold, Or something totally scary. If that where me. I would say no to all of that. The thing in my life that I am most passionet about is all of my activites that I like to do. And not just I, Or me, But what Holly Like's to do. Wich is Knitting, And Coloring, And drawing, And Acting, Going out for plays. Why are there so many thing's you may ask? Because each and every thing that I just said has a special meaning to them. 1. My knitting, I love to knit because I love to always keep my self busy and my hands going all the time. If I am not moving all the time I am board. Also, After my dad had his stroak I learned that knitting was a big stress releiver for you to be doing. I read it from a flyer at the hospital that he was in. The other reasion on why I love to knit, Is because just knowing on how happy I can make other's feel when I give them my finished prduct really bring's joy to my life. It puts a smile on othere's faces. And really brighten's up there day. 2. How coloring make's me passionet is because, When I color I feel free. I feel like I am in charge. Like I can get to decide on what to do and how to do thing's in life. Because you are choosing on what colors you want. And how your picture is going to look. I feel like the world is at peace like it should be. I feel like I am on a wonderful vacation. That is where my drawing and coloring combine. The feeling what I get from my coloring, and drawing, And knitting, Is like that wonderful vatation feeling, The feeling of the warm sand, And the clear water, And the softness between your toes from the sand. The Beautifule trees, And the pretty flower,s Pink, And Purple and Spring. Also all of the animal sounds the birds how they chirp that beautifule song each morning as you wake up. That is the feeling that I get when I am knitting, Or Coloring, Or Drawing, It really sweeps me away and takes me on a vacation even though I am not. 3. I bet you are asking on how does going out for play's make me passionet? When I go out for plays, They make me feel happy, They make me feel on who I am, To where I can stand out and shine. To where I dont have to be afraid any more of life. I love going out for play's because, You are not alone or by your self any more. Even though you may not know any one at first. You will get to know them. And you will feel like family, And you will feel like you have friends. And someone you can count on. You will feel like you can spread your wings and fly. Like you are being lifted up in to the stars. Like you can prucue any dream that you have. Like you are famous and you are in HollyWood. One more reason on how going for plays makes me passionet, Is because I love being able to make others happy. And just being able to put a smile on someones face for a couple of nights until the play is over with. And until the next one begings. I love knowing that I have made a change in someones life. After all maybe someone had a horrable day. And for that one second you changed it all around. Because you where eithor in a play, Or you Drew them a nice picture, Or you colored them a picture, Or you took the time to knit them a scarf, Or a hat, Or fingerless gloves, Or a bow, that that they could where in there hair. Thoes are the things in my life that make me passionet.
By Holly Hernandez5 years ago in Families
Crafting: The Ultimate Recharge
On June 7th, 2019 I got the phone call no parent wants. My daughter had a mass removed, a cyst, "nothing to worry about" the doctor told us over and over again, about 3 weeks earlier. "I have good news in bad news. The bad news is your daughter has cancer, the good news is it is treatable. Any questions?"
By Heather Noll DeMill5 years ago in Families
Painting to Inspire
My good scissors slice through watercolor paper, the initiation of putting together my babies' first art project. The items spread out on the table are cobbled together from years of art supplies. Some from my college days as a visual art student, a decade and more in my rear view. A few are from assisting my parents in building stock in their craftshow driven business. Most of my craft supplies come from my volunteer days with grief camp, a counselor of six and seven year olds who's main commonality was the death of someone dear to their hearts. Felt balls, pipe cleaners, foam letters, tiny, colorful clothespins.
By Katlin Smith 5 years ago in Families
A Birthday Heirloom
My grandmother abhorred sewing. To this day she brags that the only sewing she ever did was as a nurse stitching up patients. My mother, Ann, learned to sew from her grandmother, my namesake, Grace. I don’t know who taught Grace to sew, but if her sewing machine could speak, it would have tales to weave of the miles of fabric she pieced together to create magnificent quilts that she shared with her family, friends, and the community. Her love of quilting was a legacy that she knew she needed to pass on.
By Elizabeth Morrell5 years ago in Families
A Simple Escape
Growing up, my family didn't have a lot of money, and any money we did have often went to essentials like groceries and bills. So when Halloween came around, or when I had a class presentation that required some kind of costume, I was often left to my own devices and had to get creative. I remember when I was about ten or eleven years old I had to give a presentation about one of the Greek Goddesses of Greek Mythology and was absolutely mortified at the thought of going to school without a costume, so I took an old long white bedsheet and took a pair of scissors and cut the sheet in half. I then proceeded to wrap myself in the sheet trying to imitate the look of a toga and took some safety pins and tried to secure the look. I then decided that I wanted to accessorize my look by adding blue and pink fabric to the sheets, this proved to be tricky since I didn't have a sewing machine and would have had no idea where to start even if I did have one, so I did what any ten or eleven-year-old kid would do and decided that tying the blue scarf around my waist and using the pink one as a shawl was the best option. I went to school the day of the presentation, proud of myself and what I had accomplished, and while the other store-bought costumes my classmates wore looked better than the one I had put together, I was still happy with what I had come up with. After that, I decided that I wanted to learn how to create and recreate costumes so I took a few sewing classes and learned that I had a real passion for it.
By Huda Ahmed5 years ago in Families
Mother, we meet again
Mother, we meet again When I think of my mother, I immediately think of multiple women. Not that my mother hasn’t been enough, of course she has. But rather, I think of the idea of a mother – the guide, the nurturer, the comforter, to be a role numerous women have taken the title of over the years. The “mother” is thought of historically as someone who gives you life. Someone who brings you into this world. Personally, I think of “mother” as the person or persons who gives me reasons to still believe in life, at whatever frightful or fearless state I am in. She is collectively all the women who keep our fires burning, long after we take our first breath. She is the one who adds fuel to our fires when cruelty chokes us of our warmth.
By T5 years ago in Families
From Craft nobody to Crafting Champion
I was a nobody when it came to crafts or making things by hand. I didn't know how to make anything; and so, I concentrated on how to climb the corporate ladder of success as an HR practitioner and never bothered about handmade items until about nine (9) years ago after I gave birth to my only daughter.
By Olu Akinwumi5 years ago in Families
We are the weaver, we are the web
Fiber, clay, metal, wood, glass. These are the “materials of craft,” written in the order with which I am familiar, though metal and wood would probably tie for third place. I have always used my hands to create things; my parents made certain of it. Making things out of a collection of various objects has always been one of my favorite pastimes.
By Chandler Holland5 years ago in Families
Tied Together
There is a wall in my daughter's bedroom that is dedicated to the alphabet, but there are no letters. Instead, over the last two years embroidery hoops ranging in size from 4" to 12" have been added one by one to the wall. For the letter 'A', my daughter wanted an astronaut embroidered in pinks and blues. The letter 'B' were blue butterflies on a field of newsprint.
By Ashleigh 5 years ago in Families
Playing Shop:
I can proudly say that I have been hijacking my mom’s orange handled scissors since I was eight years old. She kept them hung up high where we children couldn't reach them and they would stare down at me from the wall they hung on, glistening with all their sharpness. She kept it with the other things that stayed out of our reach, like the tiny pen shaped screwdriver, bills that needed attention, and other things we weren’t allowed to touch. She made it known to us that these were her good scissors and we couldn’t use them without her permission. Whenever we did activities, we got the blunt tipped, rounded scissors that could barely cut paper, they were a bright blue, fashioned in plastic and had to be held at a certain angle for any sort of cutting power. When we got older, we were allowed to use an old pair of semi rusted black handled metal cutting shears. And then finally, one summer, we got permission to use those orange handled scissors.
By Valerie Akiko 5 years ago in Families
Buried, Forgotten, Remembered
I grew up attending elegant symphonies, wearing my nicest Spanish dress with the black lace, meeting the orchestra members after the show. I awkwardly shake their hands and admire how black their dresses are compared to my faded Spanish lace. They’re playing my great-great-grandfathers music—a famous composer from Switzerland. As a Jew, he fled his country during the war and came to the United States. Agate Beach, Oregon in fact. I was raised not too far from where my great-great-grandfather wrote some of his most prolific pieces. I spent my most formative years in a house filled with photos taken by my great-aunt, a close friend of Frida Kahlo who took many of the most personal snapshots of Kahlo in existence. Another great-aunt, who my mother was named after, was one of the founders of the Lute Society of America in the 70’s. During a violin class, it is noted she told Albert Einstein off for not being able to count to the rhythm properly.
By Heidi5 years ago in Families