First off... One thing I would like to share is why I had stuck with art throughout the years... Sure passion and creativity are two components... But without inspiration from someone important, there would have been no road to go down.
This inspiration came from a person who received the last real art piece I have done; two years ago. I grew up with her; concured fears because of her; and overall became a better person because of her. I helped her with her children, my niece and nephew, and kept her company on days she could not muster the strength to get out of bed.
Despite her condition she did not once complain. She would not ask for help; but would not refuse it. She was the one who always offered to help... Who would always let you rant, vent, cry and talk without the fear of criticism. Though not flesh and blood my sister in law was more than family could ever be; more than any friend could be.
Because of her genetic disease, she worried no one knew when she smiled - but if you really knew her you could see it... As the soul lies behind the eyes, not the lips. She was treated badly, allowed to feel her worth was less than that of other people... But that wasn't true; especially to me.
I wish I had a picture of it for you... I will try to get one if I can... The final art piece I made was of her, for her. With only words describing her as the lines of the drawing, it was made at 2 in the morning after my mom had drilled it into my head that she was NOT coming back; she was not coming home. She was waiting to die in the hospital... When we went to see her she valued that drawing so much...
On a Thursday I received a text from my mom, saying that she had passed Tuesday afternoon. It didn't really hit until I made it to work, and my manager took one look at me and I broke down. I was off work for a week.
No one talks about her anymore. It's like they are all afraid to. Everyone assumed I would not have taken her death so hard; but I took it worse then most of them.
A lot of the artwork you will find on my other thread, were all made 2-5 years ago. So many times I have beaten myself up about the fact that I was bringing shame to the promise I made her to NEVER give up on my art...
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A while ago I had made a paper dress as a unique project for school fashion class... The teacher kept it to present to new students. I would like to make another; at home and without pressure. And I would like to share the progress with you. It's going to be freestyle, with origami, sewing, beading, etc...
This inspiration came from a person who received the last real art piece I have done; two years ago. I grew up with her; concured fears because of her; and overall became a better person because of her. I helped her with her children, my niece and nephew, and kept her company on days she could not muster the strength to get out of bed.
Despite her condition she did not once complain. She would not ask for help; but would not refuse it. She was the one who always offered to help... Who would always let you rant, vent, cry and talk without the fear of criticism. Though not flesh and blood my sister in law was more than family could ever be; more than any friend could be.
Because of her genetic disease, she worried no one knew when she smiled - but if you really knew her you could see it... As the soul lies behind the eyes, not the lips. She was treated badly, allowed to feel her worth was less than that of other people... But that wasn't true; especially to me.
I wish I had a picture of it for you... I will try to get one if I can... The final art piece I made was of her, for her. With only words describing her as the lines of the drawing, it was made at 2 in the morning after my mom had drilled it into my head that she was NOT coming back; she was not coming home. She was waiting to die in the hospital... When we went to see her she valued that drawing so much...
On a Thursday I received a text from my mom, saying that she had passed Tuesday afternoon. It didn't really hit until I made it to work, and my manager took one look at me and I broke down. I was off work for a week.
No one talks about her anymore. It's like they are all afraid to. Everyone assumed I would not have taken her death so hard; but I took it worse then most of them.
A lot of the artwork you will find on my other thread, were all made 2-5 years ago. So many times I have beaten myself up about the fact that I was bringing shame to the promise I made her to NEVER give up on my art...
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A while ago I had made a paper dress as a unique project for school fashion class... The teacher kept it to present to new students. I would like to make another; at home and without pressure. And I would like to share the progress with you. It's going to be freestyle, with origami, sewing, beading, etc...
