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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Tarrytown Painter Takes the Long Road on Her Artistic Journey
Clara Shen was sitting in her Tarrytown Studio a few years ago, and had the impetus to go for a ride. Instead, the Chinese immigrant began splattering a colorful sports car road trip alongside the ocean. At the same time, the death of friend's dog provided further inspiration, so a four legged creature signals a joyful yelp at shotgun. But despite a multilevel kaleidoscope call across species—which screams for a buyer—Shen still sees deficiencies, and the pull of perfectionism.
By Rich Monetti7 years ago in Humans
#QueerBecky
I was attending the Academy of Acting in Winnipeg a few years ago when I first met B. She was the Director of Photography of the final film project for the course I was acting in. As a result, B and I became friends. She's a skilled photographer, as well as an emerging filmmaker. As it turned out, she too was also originally from Saskatchewan, and held similar political views to my own. We both love our dogs, and her little fur ball, the Baron, has always been a source of strength for her. We are both womyn working in non-traditional fields of work, and aren't afraid to tell stories about the underrepresented people, especially when they are oppressed.
By Marjorie Roden7 years ago in Humans
Where Are All the Poets?
A few years back, I was reviewing records of TV’s greatest adverts for work when I stumbled upon the latest from McDonald’s. Set in a classroom, strewn with cardboard boxes, a familiar song began to play in the background. It was one that evokes pure happiness in me, "We Could Have Been Anything" from the childhood cult classic, Bugsy Malone.
By Francesca Meyrick7 years ago in Humans
Falling for a Friend
I want to take all I love and press it like flowers in a book. I want to take all your insecurities and hang them to the fridge. I want to show you how proud I am of the person you are and who you are becoming. I urged so badly to spin you like a globe and drag my finger across. I wanted to discover every piece of you that you were hesitant to reveal to anyone else. When we share hidden parts of ourselves with one another, we’re trusting that person with secret sections of our hearts. I just wanted to love the bits you believed were unlovable.
By macy darcie7 years ago in Humans
What Art Can Teach Us About Love
A few weeks ago I went on a first date to the Tate Modern where I, unexpectedly, ended up seeing the Picasso: Love, Fame, and Tragedy exhibition. I will admit to having very few preconceptions: I like art but I am in no way an expert, and I have been underwhelmed by both dates and art (Water Lilies, anyone?) on too many separate occasions. This time, though, I was pleasantly surprised on both fronts.
By Eleni Peitho8 years ago in Humans
Two Weeks Girl
Let’s see, she is the definition of being “totally blonde.” Which is kind of ironic though because I would never have seen her as a dumb, kinky, quirky, super model-esque type of girl. I am here to say that she is the very opposite of those things, at least from what I know. She’s a Rockstar. Especially when I first got a glance at her punk style outfit with high top converses, high shorts (like really high lol), and her trademark for wearing a sweater that barely passed her fingertips. What surprised me more about her was that she was shy. Not like “I’m never gonna speak to you at all 'cause I get so nervous around others,” but more like “I just can’t help it. I’m shy and that’s not changing anytime soon.”
By Andre Davis8 years ago in Humans
The Way That I See You
If only you could see yourself the way that I see you. The way that your eyes crinkle and your cheeks crease into dimples when you smile super big. When you laugh so hard you don’t make a sound anymore, just a silent smile that I know you can barely contain. The way you walk as if no one notices you, but really I’m sure the whole room is staring.
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Humans
The Storm
With each new day that passes… I get a new sense of the feeling “happy” with you. Happy for me used to be a sad emotion. I was just existing in a monochromatic world. Bland. I was used to just surviving the storm, thinking I wasn’t worthy, or the next tragedy was looming in the shadow of the light of my temporary smile.
By madison bartos8 years ago in Humans
Memories in the Needles
For Karen, knitting isn’t just a hobby; you can see the connections and relationships to people in her life in the patterns of colors she creates. When I wear my gray knitted hat by her, I am reminded of kindness and generosity. When her co-worker adorns her summer tank top, she thinks of friendship and creativity. When Karen’s niece picks out her accessories to prepare for the cold Michigan winters, she feels it necessary to warn people, “I am particular because my aunt and grandma are knitters.” The way she says “knitters” is with a capital “K”.
By Kristy Loxton9 years ago in Humans
