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Family-themed art is a look into one's living room; it depicts celebration, crises, and the quiet moments of familial interactions.

The Rain Star Babies Paper Doll Story
Who would have thought that tapping into my creativity and a pair of good scissors would help me find my happy zone and greatly impact my healing journey. My name is Nathalie, I’m an RN by profession with proclivity to arts and crafts on the side. When I became pregnant with my first child back in 2005, I wrote “The Rain Star Babies”, a short fairytale-like story about babies inspired by my pregnancy and I started illustrating them with a goal to turn it into a real book. Juggling motherhood, a career in nursing and my book project was not an easy feat, my favorite project was put on the back burner.
By Nathalie Lopez5 years ago in Families
My First Doll
My three brothers and I grew up in Central Java, Indonesia.I was the third child, and we were all two years apart. My parents would only buy toys that all of us would play with, and those toys were for all of us together. We had army toys, matchbox cars, marbles , kites…. but we never had a doll.
By Melia Raharjo5 years ago in Families
For the Love of Cardinals
Two of my earliest auditory memories are the gentle pop and dragging noise that my grandmother’s cross-stitching needle and thread made as she worked on her projects, and the accompanying snip snip sound when she finished a block of color and cut the floss from the frame. My grandmother was a skilled crafter, a product of a childhood spent in Depression-era Appalachia. She could turn anything, even nothing but a few scraps, into a beautiful decoration or a useful tool. She quilted, crocheted, sewed, and more, but the talent that stood out the most to me as a child was the cross-stitching. My aunts and mother all had framed cross-stitch wall hangings and dishtowels that my grandmother had covered with intricate designs. A common theme of her projects was Americana, but birds and flowers made frequent appearances too. These beautiful works of art flood my early memories, even though I was a child surrounded by handmade crafts of all varieties.
By Katarina Kurtz5 years ago in Families
Creating a Child's Paper Paradise
Growing up, my brother and I have always craved creativity. Whether constructing spaceships out of cardboard boxes, drawing outside the lines in homemade coloring books, or using markers to paint on our faces, our imaginations ran wild. We were just as wild, and our parents needed to keep our butts in seats and the mess to a minimum. That is where construction paper came in, and our love for it was immediate.
By Antonio Tovar5 years ago in Families
Create Your Happiness
Create Your Happiness. Three simple words, a mantra to live by. But why is it that maintaining something so basic as happiness can be so complicated?
By S.R. Kelly5 years ago in Families
Little Cath
Little Cath My name is Graham Carrick and I am and have been for many years a painter. You may understandably wonder why and how scissors would feature with any great significance in the story of my own art practice.
By Graham Carrick5 years ago in Families
Toxic Art
I started wearing a mask long before anybody had even heard of COVID-19. Least expecting myself to be ahead of a trend, I used to have red circles under my eyes where the mask touched the skin, and I know way too well the feeling of relief flooding your body when the mask is finally taken off. You would wonder what was the reason for wearing it? The answer might surprise you.
By Dara5 years ago in Families
Lessons Learned from a Discarded Bridal Gown
Sometimes life just teaches you the hardest lessons, even if you are not ready for them. In 2013, my husband of more than 30 years walked into our living room and announced that he did not want me, or any of my “stuff”. Clearly we had been having some rough spots, but divorce never entered my mind. Events happened quickly and before I knew it, I was packing up our belongings to move on to the next chapter. He left all of that to me…the memories, the tears, the hurt.
By Terry John5 years ago in Families
Great Grandma's Legacy
I wish I still had it. Maybe it’s buried at my mother’s house somewhere— if Mom had known what it was, who had helped me craft it, I think she certainly would have kept it, right?
By Meghan Stickfort5 years ago in Families
The Joy of Crocheting Creation
I've always considered myself a creative thinking person. I'm not always able to express it but I love to create artistic and tedious things. I like t0 draw, write poetry & create stories, design clothes and create & discover different beautiful hairstyles for my girls. Recently I have been discovering my skill at Crocheting.
By Samirra Elsaieh5 years ago in Families
Lola
When I was five years old, I learned to sew from my Lola - my grandma. We used old hand towels to make dolls back then, because we didn’t have much money to spend on new fabric between the two of us. I would take unused napkins from restaurants to make our dolls’ robes and fastened hair ties along their waists to save them from unexpected indecency. I remember wanting to give the first doll we made together some hair; I didn’t want her head to get cold in the winter. But as a five year old, I couldn’t fathom how to inexpensively provide a hair transplant to my new, bald companion. My Lola told me to bring her scissors and to choose my favorite color from her well-aged collection of embroidery threads. I chose turquoise, and she thought it was an ugly color for a doll’s hair, but went on to oblige my outlandish wishes as any loving grandmother would. I still remember how awestruck I was when she effortlessly sewed long, loose seams perpendicularly down the center of my doll’s head. My Lola neatly trimmed my doll’s fresh locks of turquoise embroidery floss as if it was nothing. My doll now had a short bowl cut resembling mine - the affectionate hairstyle staple of all Asian grandmothers worldwide. As a final touch to our creation, I scribbled on a humble, lopsided smiley face with a neon blue highlighter that happened to be in arms reach. When my Mom returned home from work later that evening, I ran to greet her with my new friend.
By Lissa Carandang-Sweeney5 years ago in Families
Everyone Has A Story To Tell
Sitting in the little fibro cottage in suburban Brisbane I listened as the elderly woman told me a story. In her hand was a yellowing photograph of a smiling young man.
By Janine5 years ago in Families