I like things that are delicate and small, and often times unseen. Perspectives that are unthought of and people who are overlooked. I like looking at things that I feel like I could break just by looking at them too long. I like moments of gentleness and kindness, and the good things that are unseen, and things that are often seen but not seen well. I love when people say what I mean, but could never put words to. I love when the mundane becomes poetic, and the bland turns majestic. When a soft sound turns into a symphony of power and then treads delicately. I love the details, I love the details.
I put my art desk in my room with the help of my brother, it has transformed my room into a whole new place. I feel like I know live in this nest of creativity and imagination. My desk is like 4 or so feet long, its a pretty huge desk, and takes up a lot of room, and because I have the smallest room in my house, it makes the room feel full. But I love it because now I have a desk space that gets internet so I can stay up as kate as I fancy listening to music and making art without waking my roommates in the early hours of the morning. And we put the desk next to my window so it gets beautiful natural light during the day.SO EXCITED!
"American Photographer who was born in Lexington Virgina and continues to work there to this day. She has both a BA and an MA in writing. Her photographs are in the permanent collections of many museums, including The Museum of Modern Art and the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York, and the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C."
I really enjoy Mann’s pictures and think that they are both striking and beautiful. I enjoy that she captures what is around her, her own children, at times in such an un-expected way. I have yet to view her pictures of the series called the Deep Dark South but look forward to it. Here are some from her. I love these ones below.
“You don’t own anything. You are only a steward of things. What do you have that He did not give you? What do you have that was not given to you? What do you have that He does not have ownership over?”—Matt Chandler
there are some places in America I would really like to visit before I die, theses are some of them:
Monatana- because there seems to be a kind of beauty there in nautre that I have not yet seen. i’d like to see the cowboys and ranches, and the big sky with the wide open spaces
Texas-My best friend Taylor lives there and I would like to lay in a field and look up at the sky and not be able to see anything but the big blue sky.
Alaska- My parents lived there for a while and my brother visited, all of whom said it was beautiful. I would also love to explore the place and ride a sled pulled by huskies. I saw a man vs. wild in Alaska once and it made me want to go even more.
New Mexico-my brother and his wife both went to a school there at seperate times. I would like to see all the Stucco houses. Did you know it is a law that your houses are stucco in New Mexico?
Colorado- Full of outdoor adventure, what more can I say
New York- It does have on of the biggest cities in the world, and seems like it would be a magical place during the Christmas season
New Jersey-My mom grew up there, and she use to tell me stories of catching lightning bugs at night. I would love to go to New Jersey and catch lightning bugs.
North Dakota-Well, I just think it has a great name.
Minnesota- Where my father grew up, also where Freya is from
Oklahoma- My roommate is from there, and someday I’d like to go visit her family.
Tennessee- Veronica Burris’ family currently resides there. I think it would be a fun trip to explore Nashville.
I started following this blog today, in which I found this art that I love. I’m not sure why, I just think it is esthetically beautiful. Her name is Louise Richardson, and she creates mixed media art. There are some pictures above.
“Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Us Just Starting Out?" Ron Koertge
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
It’s all right to carry a notebook but a cheap one is best, with pages the color of weak tea and on the front a kitten or a space ship.
Avoid any enclosed space where more than three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks across the muffled tennis courts.
Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write. And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle where a child a year or two old is playing as his mother browses the ranks of the dead.
Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf. The title, the author’s name, the brooding photo on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher it gets, the wider he grins.
You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody in the world frowns and says, “Shhhh.”
today I learned about the power behind testimony. I have been feeling quite attacked by the enemy lately, he’d been confusing me about who I am, and trying to veil my identity and Christ’s. So I was asking Jesus for help. I was asking that He would remind me of who He is and who I am, so that I could be centered in truth. And you know what happened? He reminded me of my own testimony. I started to remember my testimony and mulled it over. I was reminded of who I once was, and how the power and grace of Christ came into my life and transformed me. I saw the work that Christ has done in me and is still doing in me. I was reminded of the different ways that God has shown up in my life, as father, friend, lover, adventurer, companion, teacher, helper, counselor and protector, and even more! It was an incredibly personal way in which I was reminded of who God is and who I am. I felt tons better afterward and had a strong confidence in my own identity in Christ. So just an encouragement, for those of you who have committed yourselves to Christ: remember your testimony it is of great power, for it is the glory of God.