I love art. Art will forever be a part of my livelihood as long as I can afford it, create it and embrace it. In grade school, I never really took art seriously. It was just something I had fun with and the classes at school made me happy. My art teacher from my elementary [...]
These photographs were taken during one of the best years of my life. I went on so many adventures and learned more of who I was. I felt free. And yet, it wasn't forever. The photographs stay there and the memories come along, but the reality is still different. It's different because time has passed. [...]
I think one of the most surprising things I learned about myself is that I really value design and color. They could be about anything; food presentation, home interiors, choreography and fashion. It's silly to not know before, but now that I do, it seems so obvious. I did not have a desire to study [...]
I haven't painted in so long. I've had mini sparks of inspiration here and there to get my supplies out and just start. But I always end up resisting it. Or I'm too lazy to actually do the work. The motivation in me to do things this week has dwindled down a lot compared to [...]
it's the piano keys hitting the downer notes. it's the guitar that strums along with the beat. it's the lyrics that dance along the melodies. it's the meaning behind all the words; every single letter that created the masterpiece. i used to live in this bubble of misconception that what i listened to defined who [...]
without any cushion to fall on a guarantee to lean on an ally to depend on risk is everything. make or breaks the existence prolongs or delays progress unpredictable by nature risk is dangerous an opportunity of difference chances weighed either way hope renews itself risk is potential is it a right to not do, [...]
I don't think butterfly petals is their official name. I don't know the name of this flower at all. It was so eye-catching though. They were so perfect, they looked like they were made by hand; a controlled and intentional creation. But rather, they stemmed from nature. Grown from a blueprint unseen and unpredictable. I [...]
we sat on the rocks. early morning trying to catch the sunrise. we drove in it as we drove by it getting here. we weren't disappointed though because we've seen so many. it never gets old chasing the sun. it's too beautiful and you just feel like the whole world is greater than whatever worry's [...]
You laughed the stars Into the sky Twinkling along Mountains at night For everyone to see Wishing and dreaming A love that stays as True and bright. Cubby created the first two lines with her writing prompt: Laughter. Now that I realize the title of the poem prompt, this post could have gone another way [...]
go where you are most drawn to. easier said than done.
Lately, the light has been hiding in the shadows. It’s been coming out for short periods of time. But through this photograph, I remember that it’s always around. We just don’t always see it, but it’s there setting us all free.
Capturing is such a savage word.
Like taking a prisoner without freedom.
But capturing light is unlike its sound.
It’s more like setting oneself free.
I ended up printing this out for my dad and it came out gorgeously. I know I’m biased since he’s my dad, but wow, it’s one of the prettiest things I’ve seen that I haven’t seen in person. I wish I could get a shot like this, but I don’t think I ever have. Thanks dad <3
what is black & white?
how many of these photographs do i need to see and take before i say, "this is enough." possibly a million of them? i never get sick of these. ever.
the stove was red hot, lit like firecrackers blood in panic. the kettle yelled for help, screaming. sirens rushing as the smoke signaled quick! quick! hush hush, breathes heartbeats. pound. pound. pound........ lifeline stopped. stove turned off. moments. of. silence. burner becomes cool. tea leaves scatter to the very bottom of the cup.
There is so much building inside my heart. The sorrow I feel is so full that I can't contain the tears and they just fall. Aimlessly. I do not know what it is my heart is trying to say. Am I crying for what was? Am I crying for a release? Am I crying to [...]