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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.

A Transmasculine Tattoo Tale. Second Place in Tattoo Tale Challenge .
I can’t quite recall when I crossed the threshold from “guy with tattoos” to “tattooed guy”. There is a distinction, a sort of vague initiation into someone who is more defined by their ink because they simply have more of it than most people do. My body is decorated with ancient deities, esoteric symbols, and a menagerie of animals; in mostly black ink. The crowning jewel of my tattoo collection would go to the biggest and most colourful though. Covering my torso from chest to hip is a phoenix in vivid reds and yellows. It’s certainly eye catching, and my collection of crop tops increased 10 fold after getting it. My mother used to tell me, “If you’ve got it, flaunt it”, but I don’t think this was what she intended.
By Elijah Miley5 years ago in Humans
Life and art murals, how to live side by side with a pandemic. Third Place in Everyday Heroes Challenge.
Did you know, the human brain has the capacity to generate 23 watts of power when awake? That of the total blood and oxygen, the brain gets only 20% of it? These are all facts, but somehow it was hard to comprehend how it can relate to Mai’s death. You say goodbye, you kiss them on the forehead and then they leave. You say prayers on their funeral, you tell them you love them and you believe they are at peace, wherever they are. Sometimes, if you’re lucky you see acceptance and peace in their gaze when they leave, in my case I saw nothing. I just heard words, ‘’it will be okay’’, ‘’don’t forget to take care of yourself,’’ that seemed to bounce off my skull. I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye. They weren’t going to let me near her. The most I will get will be a thin voice on the phone, raspy from disuse, miles away while she dies in Lahore.
By Marwah6 years ago in Humans
One Hell of a Dame
And there she was. Beautiful. Nineteen years old and had never left the country. Plans changed and she was alone. So when she received an invite to ride through Europe on the back of a bike, it was an opportunity she couldn’t resist. With a freshly broken heart and a ticket to England, she had no idea she was about to embark on the journey that would begin the rest of her life.
By HC McNiece6 years ago in Humans
1 of Minnie
One word: magical. Intrigued and inspired, I closely followed Symone's journey of 1000 mini portrait paintings: 1 of Minnie
By Kelley B6 years ago in Humans
Just Innocence
Just Innocences, Just happens and Just being. Twisting through a world that wants us to be something. Tangling ourselves through the idea that we have to be something.
By Aimee Timpson6 years ago in Humans
A Moment in My Life
It’s Sunday and I’m sitting alone in my apartment. Tears roll down, staining my checks with the burden of all the emotions you have made me feel.
By Adam Blankenship 6 years ago in Humans
Tarrytown Painter Takes the Long Road on Her Artistic Journey
Clara Shen was sitting in her Tarrytown Studio a few years ago, and had the impetus to go for a ride. Instead, the Chinese immigrant began splattering a colorful sports car road trip alongside the ocean. At the same time, the death of friend's dog provided further inspiration, so a four legged creature signals a joyful yelp at shotgun. But despite a multilevel kaleidoscope call across species—which screams for a buyer—Shen still sees deficiencies, and the pull of perfectionism.
By Rich Monetti7 years ago in Humans
#QueerBecky
I was attending the Academy of Acting in Winnipeg a few years ago when I first met B. She was the Director of Photography of the final film project for the course I was acting in. As a result, B and I became friends. She's a skilled photographer, as well as an emerging filmmaker. As it turned out, she too was also originally from Saskatchewan, and held similar political views to my own. We both love our dogs, and her little fur ball, the Baron, has always been a source of strength for her. We are both womyn working in non-traditional fields of work, and aren't afraid to tell stories about the underrepresented people, especially when they are oppressed.
By Marjorie Roden7 years ago in Humans
Pieces of I
I’ve realized… I have no one. That’s not entirely true. I have a good handful of people that I love. My roommate, my two childhood best friends, my two adulthood best friends. My family.
By Deanna Garrido7 years ago in Humans
Where Are All the Poets?
A few years back, I was reviewing records of TV’s greatest adverts for work when I stumbled upon the latest from McDonald’s. Set in a classroom, strewn with cardboard boxes, a familiar song began to play in the background. It was one that evokes pure happiness in me, "We Could Have Been Anything" from the childhood cult classic, Bugsy Malone.
By Francesca Meyrick7 years ago in Humans
Falling for a Friend
I want to take all I love and press it like flowers in a book. I want to take all your insecurities and hang them to the fridge. I want to show you how proud I am of the person you are and who you are becoming. I urged so badly to spin you like a globe and drag my finger across. I wanted to discover every piece of you that you were hesitant to reveal to anyone else. When we share hidden parts of ourselves with one another, we’re trusting that person with secret sections of our hearts. I just wanted to love the bits you believed were unlovable.
By macy darcie7 years ago in Humans
What Art Can Teach Us About Love
A few weeks ago I went on a first date to the Tate Modern where I, unexpectedly, ended up seeing the Picasso: Love, Fame, and Tragedy exhibition. I will admit to having very few preconceptions: I like art but I am in no way an expert, and I have been underwhelmed by both dates and art (Water Lilies, anyone?) on too many separate occasions. This time, though, I was pleasantly surprised on both fronts.
By Eleni Peitho8 years ago in Humans