if i ever refer to artistic "talent" i only mean the talent to bring yourself to practice and improve. some people simply will never be able to practice some crafts or see the growth they want. visual art is always a struggle no matter whether youre the greatest artist on the planet or someone who's spent twenty years without once satisfying themself or making a positive impression on others
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hey y'all! if you're interested in supporting some palestinian artists, a small art publication i work with put together a list of palestinian artists and designers you can support. Purchasing from most of these artists goes towards the Palestinian Children Relief Fund (PCRF). also wanted to note the publication doesnt profit off this article through affiliate links or whatever. feel free to check it out!
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Through my experiments with cognitive states, mood, meditation etc I realized that I, as well as each one of us, has this sort of mental energy that can be used for three central things: intuition, creativity and manifesting/controlling our emotions. Combine intuition and creativity and you get design. Combine intuition and emotion and you get emotional strength. Combine creativity and emotion, and you get inspiration. Combine all three, and you get art. Intuition is more difficult to control than the other two, and comes more spontaneously, when a challenge arises that requires it.
I'm a neurodivergent, so this may not be true for everyone, but I believe there are others who have a similar experience to mine.
But there's one thing to note: This energy can be depleted quickly if used carelessly. Wasting your mental energy on trying to achieve a certain mood leads to a temporary loss in cognitive performance.
And that means:
Forcing yourself to be relaxed, which you'd think would increase your strength, actually makes you weaker.
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Lightning - Final Fantasy XIII - AI Art
Unraveling Destiny’s Threads: Lightning in a Dark Fantasy Tale
Hey there fellow gamers and fantasy enthusiasts! Today, I’m absolutely bursting with excitement to share one of my latest AI Art creations – a mesmerizing portrayal of the iconic Lightning from the beloved Final Fantasy XIII series. This digital art painting captures the essence of the character, immersing us in a world where she…
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
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Viewing artists showcasing their work.
Street art is visual art created in public locations for public visibility. It has been associated with the terms "independent art," "post-graffiti", "neo-graffiti" and guerrilla art. Discover the history, location and creators of street art.
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sharing my fav palestinian music artists and their songs !!
from gaza, with love by saint levant (A REPEAT ON MY PLAYLIST FOR SOME TIME NOW SO SO GOOD!)
mama eh by elyanna (her voice omg)
sokkar by elyanna
ala bali by elyanna
this by elyanna (i got the chills)
balak by zeyne & saint levant
nostalgia by zeyne
wala forsa by zeyne (the y2k vibes omggg)
ana mien by zeyne
i wanna be your right hand by nemahsis (I NEED FICS WITH THIS SONG RN)
dollar signs by nemahsis (THIS TOO!)
paper thin by nemahsis
criminal by nemahsis
STREAM THESE ARTISTS & SONGS PLS !!
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Top 10 CRAZY tumblr moment!!!!
When you look at an artist and love their art and it so good and beautiful and detailed and they should be a master artist and then you look at more and more art and then you check their bio and it says "17 and self taught <3" and you still draw like a 1st grader
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Lightning - Final Fantasy XIII
Unveiling the Warrior’s Descent: Lightning in a Dark Fantasy Realm
Hey there fellow gamers and fantasy enthusiasts! Today, I am absolutely ecstatic to share with you one of my latest AI Art masterpieces, featuring none other than the iconic Lightning from the beloved video game series, Final Fantasy XIII. This digital art painting is a breathtaking portrayal of the fierce and enigmatic warrior,…
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You! Internalize that you do not always need to "improve your art/craft" now! It's great to learn and develop your skills, but you do not need to come from a place of hating where you are now! You certainly do not need to force yourself to improve if it is coming in between you and enjoying the things you do. Improvement for improvements sake does not have to be the only goal, nor the only one that "should matter"
You are allowed to have motifs, enjoyment, ameturism, and "less skill." Kill and devour the capitalist in your head that dictates that you must always improve for everybody else's sake and your "productivity."
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