god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people
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Earth from Mars! in that tiny dot, all of our humanity, our history, our beginnings, our endings, our joys, our sorrows, our families, our love, our life and everything exists.. insane
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I think that one of the greatest things I've seen over the past 100 or so days, when I first started putting up posters, is community. For context: I've been stickering/chalking my town every weekend for weeks now, raising awareness about Palestine.
The first time I did it, it was rainy out, and I was writing on the pavement. People came up to me a lot and asked what I was doing. When I told them what I was writing, that one half of Gaza were children, they'd walk away. Then this couple came up, and started telling me that what Israel was doing "wasn't a genocide" and that it had a "right to defend itself". They were going on and on about it when another man passed by.
He had an accent and asked if the couple was bothering me. They started insisting that no, we were just talking, but when they left, I saw the man and the couple shouting, the man talking on my behalf. He offered to walk me home, and while I declined, I thanked him, told him he was a good man, and he told me that I had to "believe what I wanted to believe". I agreed.
As time went on, people would smile at me more and more.
An old man with white hair told me that I was doing the right thing.
A Middle Eastern man said "thank you, sister", as he passed by.
A runner in her twenties shouted "Free Palestine" when she passed and smiled when I shouted it back. She told me my signs were amazing.
My favorite was a little girl, about 8 years old by the looks of it, who ran up to me while I was putting up signs. She thanked me for what I was doing and told me we were going to pray for Palestine. I thanked her and told her she made my day. I don't think she saw the tears in my eyes when I turned around.
Anyway, what I'm saying is that this fight is universal. The people that you would least expect are all around you. I don't know how to describe it, but there's a community, a sense of spirit in these people that I've never seen in my town before.
I think that makes a difference. A small one, but still. A difference.
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Sarah Mari Shaboyan is an analog artist who has reminded us of the simple pleasures of what art is really about, drawing for joy. In her own words on an Instagram post we came across, “Drawing just for your joy is the best treatment, you’re free of your own criticism, you don’t care at all about the results and you enjoy every singe stroke just because you’re relaxed.” If you’re an artist yourself or really doing anything you love, you know how hard it can be to do your best work when responding to the wants of others, whether it be clients, customers, or even your internal thoughts. We sometimes can get so caught up in what we think we should create or put out into the world, that it can be really easy to lose ourselves and the overall enjoyment these outlets are supposed to bring us. Sarah’s portfolio is a testament to what can happen when you strip your practice of these expectations and just focus on creating.
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@kaalbela's post made me find her and I'm in love
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Oleksandra Kostetska, widow of a fallen Ukrainian soldier Kostyantyn Miroshnichenko, did a photoshoot with the same photographer who took their pictures as a couple.
"I will show you my new reality. As a widow. Igor Yefimov, you started photographing us as a couple at the beginning of our relationship, now you have taken the end for me. Mirosh [Kostyantyn's military call sign] taught me a lot, now the last lesson is to live without him and remain strong. But it's hard without his warmth/smile/laughter/hugs/bedtime talks, and my favorite, running my fingers across his cheeks and stroking his beard. I love, but now I am not loved".
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