Posts Tagged ‘art’
There is this kids show my eldest watches. Its singing potatoes… Yes singing potatoes, how bizarre right? I guess maybe the creators thought singing potatoes would make kids want to eat their veggies… Or just play with potatoes, ahh the perfect birthday present “Happy birthday, its a potato because I know how much you like those singing ones on TV.”
I have always wanted to write a post that was so beautifully written that who ever was reading could just feel physically what I had written about.
“Dem feels man, dem feels.”
I’ve never known exactly what to write that could do this. I’ve read books on how to, I’ve tried to and I’ve read posts so beautiful that I wish I knew the person who wrote it.
But what have I personally learnt in my time of reading all about how to write different things? A few things actually… Certainly not how to write the most amazing novel in my life… See it doesn’t work that way… Not for me anyway.
An amazing blog post, or an amazing story, can be written beautifully, unintentionally, and sometimes it has been planned for a long time, worked on for months in drafts and written over and over to incorporate every big beautiful word you could find at least once in the post.
“You reading this are a writer, your smile has a story and your mind wants to tell it” – Me, original post My addiction to writing in my head
That post in particular, yes it is one of my best, and it is also supposed to be a beautiful post. I guess it is but its up to the reader to decide that. Something that is beautiful to me, isnt always beautiful to others and something that is ugly to me, isn’t always ugly to others.
So I think over all, no matter how many different things you read about getting in touch with your sensitive side or how to connect to a particular audience. It might be the person you least expect, to come along and show you that you can just write a beautiful post.
You don’t even need to read all the books on how to do it.
You kind of just have to write it and see what happens.
Writing is an art, an art where words come together in such a way that it tells a story
What ever story you desire.
As a writer you have the ability and tools to create art every single day.
With or without structure and boundaries, with or without colour, or understanding and confusion.
You have the ability to personally effect someone, somewhere in the world, with one liners and characters, with adventure and turmoil and with the perfect happy ending or the perfect suicide.
“I like art because art is beautiful” little singing potato on my tv.
Upon moving into our new house, we were given a lot of furniture, kitchen supplys and paintings.
I grew up in an artistic family. My older sister is an artist, I am an artist and my younger sister is one too… And my mum and nan.
Today I wanted to share some of the art that is now hanging up in our new house.
Hand painted paintings are my favorite, the ones you can look at and imagine yourself there, like when you read a book, you instantly get sucked into the painting.
These two are by far my favorite.
I am very proud of my house now
And my WordPress is working properly again.
I am an artist – not a famous one, not a recognised one, but I just am one. We all are in a way. Our writing is our art – I am an artist with my writing, my sight, my cooking, my touch and my ears.
Since I was little, my sisters and I would draw, and draw, and draw… Until we ran out of paper, then we found some and drew some more. Eventually my older sister learnt how to digital art and I just stuck to paper (mainly because my sisters have it in for me and I never got the hand-me-down tablets… )
Art has really benefit my life surprisingly – I know what you are all thinking.
But really, when I was younger I had dreams of becoming a famous artist (or singer) like Da Vinci or Salvador Dali
As much as we don’t like to admit it, but art consumes us all – and we portray our particular art style on our blogs and within ever post or story we write. But some times we need to step away from the computer and enter the land of the mysterious pencil and paper, and give it a go. You never know where it might take you.
I haven’t written about it yet, but I have decided I am going to travel with my little family. First I will start with Australia, then make my way overseas, I started comprising a list of places I would like to travel to, I haven’t finished that list yet. I plan on writing about every place I visit. Today I was going to travel into the city but the weather is too hot to take a newborn, so I’ve had to rely on google for images of my city – I take no credit for the pictures. Adelaide my city travel destination 1
Adelaide, here you can find peace in ‘rush hour’ – especially if you are from a big city like Sydney or Melbourne. It is almost always sunny here in Adelaide, even in winter you can see sunlight, it does not snow here.
In these pictures you can see the ‘Intercontinental hotel’ Torrens river A lot of other buildings And the Adelaide Festival theater
In primary school (grade school for Americans) I used to perform here with my school, I was in the choir, we performed here every year for a event called ‘The festival of music’
We would spend all year preparing for this one event. I remember the feeling of being on that stage in front of thousands of people, signing and it was amazing. Another even we spent all year preparing for, was a contemporary dance number for a competition called
Adelaide is filled with ‘old’ buildings, most of them haven’t been upgraded to look ‘mainstream’ yet. That is one thing I absolutely love about Adelaide, you feel a little as if you have gone back in time when you come here. But when night time hits, you wonder what this city is hiding.
The night life here is amazing I hear – I haven’t had the time or real desire to experience it by myself, but I promise if I do I will write about it. Hindley street has mixture of clubs, pubs, restaurant and Gentlemens clubs.
These balls have served us well in Adelaide, they serve as a national landmark, a tourist destination, a meeting place for friends, business partners, school trips and family. In some cases, sadly a place to remember loved ones that have moved on from this world. Many people hold memorials at these balls.
In 2011, a friend of mine had given up on fighting his battle with depression. He was bullied severely for his sexuality. Kahl Sims. Bullying should never get to the point that a young man, with so much potential takes his own life as a result.
We all light candles, I think about 50 or so of Kahls friends and family attended the memorial, many tears were shed that night.
Hope the afterlife is treating you much better buddy.
Mosley square glenelg. This is another place with many shops. You can jump on a tram from the city all the way to Glenelg.
That is an aireal view of my local beach ‘Port Noarlunga’
I used to live up the road from it, and I would swim from one end of the jerry to the end and walk back nearly every morning.
There are some wonderful restaurants here.
For some reason, troubled teens group at shopping centers. Disturbing the peace… I think you get that everywhere.
I was here yesterday to purchase an outfit for a cocktail party I am invited to next week on Sunday.
I think that shall be all for Adelaide today. There are so many more places I have to visit. I will be doing that soon, next top Ballarat, Victoria. For those who don’t know, I’ve lived here before so I know a few places I would like to write about already. Plus I will have my camera handy every day.
For those of you who are wondering, I posted my first draft copy, of my first chapter, of my first novel and for the first time. That is a lot of firsts. http://allworldissues.com/2012/12/05/rubys-notes-chapter-1-draft-thoughts/
I asked people for constructive criticism (yes good and bad) one thing you need to realize if you want to publish your work – you need to seek the criticism, and face the music – otherwise how are you going to improve and make it better?
Last night I spent a bit of time editing it (old school paper and pen style)
here is some of the edited copy – And for those who are wondering ALL my work IS in fact Copyrighted. So don’t be thieving
Being a school teacher wasn’t all it had cracked up to be. Sure there were a few perks, seeing the smiles on those children’s faces every time I entered the room, just as easily they smiled when it was time to pack their bags and go home, teaching them all about how the world works… How much they actually listen to is a different story. My name is Ruby, Ruby Kensington but you can call me Miss K.
I’m not married, I don’t even have a boyfriend, I don’t have children of my own and I don’t have any friends. No I am not a weirdo or maybe I am. You can decide that for yourself. I’m going to tell you a story about how I ended up in the position I am in.
June 28th 8:40pm. 1993
It was the 90’s and I was fresh out of law school, already I had already received my first job offer. I was desperate, so I went for it not knowing quite what I was getting myself into. We had arranged to meet at 9am the next day to discuss what the job involves, the only problem was that I did not know who I was meeting or why. I had received the phone call out of the blue, and the person I had spoken to did not go into any detail about the job, they just gave me a time and the address of where I would be meeting my ‘potential employer.’ When you are a lawyer, you don’t think too much about those types of phone calls – although I would have preferred to pick the location myself.
That night I had a group date with my best friends Chloe and Sandra.
They had been my friends since we were in law school. Chloe had long blond hair with colors running through it, pinks, purples, blues and oranges. She was short, maybe 5’2 and she was very socially awkward. When Chloe was younger she really wanted to be a hairdresser, but her mum forced her into attending law school. Chloe didn’t want to upset her mother, so, she used her talents with hair as a side business as a way to make some extra cash. Now Sandra on the other hand was the complete opposite. Sandra was a girl of status in the law industry – as her dad was a lawyer. She was tall with luscious tanned legs that go for miles. Sandra had dark hair and dark eyes, with a European look to her plus she was really skinny and everything about her screamed sexy. Sandra always had all the guys pining over her like little puppies, even though she turned them all down.
As the night progressed I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. You know the type of feeling you get when you think there is someone who just won’t stop staring at you? The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and cold shivers run down your spine, as if someone had ‘just walked over your grave’ as they say. That’s the feeling I had now, so I decided to call it a night with my friends and walk home.
As I was walking I started to feel dizzy, queasy even… did I really drink that much? A few minutes passed by and I couldn’t bring myself to walk any further. I hailed the first cab I saw and jumped in. My house was about a 10 minute walk away from our favorite hangout but I just couldn’t bear to walk any longer. The taxi drive made me feel worse. I wasn’t even sure if I was even in a taxi anymore and I just passed out.
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So originally came to my local shopping center to take a photo of the sandcastle that was set up in the middle of the complex, but sadly I have missed it by a day or two… Ahh procrastination you have failed me once again. So I have decided there are still many more art pieces I can show you.
But you know what annoys me? When you come across this -
Graffiti… Seriously… On someone else’s art piece.
Being a local, I know that this art piece was painted by the theater students (this is displayed on the side of the theater here.) It really us disheartening when you see this. It’s disrespectful and sad.
Sadly again… Such is life and one this that will never change is how much respect people don’t have for each other.
To be continued as the day progresses.
I am still sick, after 2 weeks now. It is horrible but for some reason I have gotten a bit better after deleting facebook. It has been 19 hours since I deleted my facebook, maybe I will be cured from this sickness by next week. Haha as much as I would like to say ‘quitting facebook cured my cold’ sadly it is just pure luck.
Today I am going down to my local shopping center (mall if you are reading from America) and taking a few photo’s of the local businesses there and hopefully, the massive art display they have set up in the middle. If it is still there (hopefully it will be.)
I am also looking for suncatchers (those dangly bead things that make rooms rainbow colours) if anyone could link me to a blog on here in which someone makes and sells them that would be awesome.
Here is an example picture for you.