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Catch the Fire
In the poem “Catch the Fire” by Sonia Sanchez, Sonia said “ Sometimes I wonder: What to say to you now. In the soft afternoon air as you hold us all in a single death? I say—Where is your fire? I say—Where is your fire? You got to find it and pass it on.” From a young age, I always knew what my fire was. I knew that I possessed a purpose that transcended those of my peers. My ability to create meaningful art in various forms could allow me to reach and uplift so many people in my community and those alike. Growing up, I explored my voice as an artist through community theatre, dance ensembles, art classes, photoshoots, and writing. As I encompass year 20 of my life, my voice is becoming more sophisticated and I feel a need of service to my community to share it. In March of 2020, the global pandemic formally known as the Coronavirus locked me in the house for six months. Over these six months, I was forced to define who I was an individual and artist especially the connections and separation between them both. Through tears, writing, laughter, and thought, I developed a seven chapter project that would be broken up over the span of seven months. This project is entitled “SELF/Warfare”. SELF/Warfare explores the makings of my being: what fuels me, motivates me, censors me, and uplifts me.
By Garrett Mason5 years ago in Journal
Catch the Fire
In the poem “Catch the Fire” by Sonia Sanchez, Sonia said “ Sometimes I wonder: What to say to you now. In the soft afternoon air as you hold us all in a single death? I say—Where is your fire? I say—Where is your fire? You got to find it and pass it on.” From a young age, I always knew what my fire was. I knew that I possessed a purpose that transcended those of my peers. My ability to create meaningful art in various forms could allow me to reach and uplift so many people in my community and those alike. Growing up, I explored my voice as an artist through community theatre, dance ensembles, art classes, photoshoots, and writing. As I encompass year 20 of my life, my voice is becoming more sophisticated and I feel a need of service to my community to share it. In March of 2020, the global pandemic formally known as the Coronavirus locked me in the house for six months. Over these six months, I was forced to define who I was an individual and artist especially the connections and separation between them both. Through tears, writing, laughter, and thought, I developed a seven chapter project that would be broken up over the span of seven months. This project is entitled “SELF/Warfare”. SELF/Warfare explores the makings of my being: what fuels me, motivates me, censors me, and uplifts me.
By Garrett Mason5 years ago in Journal
The friends I made during Covid
Like everyone else, when Covid hit I was unprepared for just how lonely it would be having to stay away from loved ones and friends. I needed a hobby to give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. If you can’t meet new people – why not make them?
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Journal
Piece by Piece
The idea of Happiness today seems to exist as the goal, the endpoint, and the hope. For Most, it is not a state of being that rules our everyday life but instead exists only when the work is done, the bills are paid, and the world is still turning. Happiness and future happiness have been in my thoughts daily, as I am a recent graduate of the University of Texas and the only question people know to ask me these days is: What's next? For so long, I have pictured happiness like a chocolate cake at the end of a marathon. Once I finish school, once I have a steady job, and once I finally have money, then is when happiness kicks in. Then is when I can binge eat my cake and put the proud '26.2' sticker on my car. However, there was a wrench in my plans when life didn't go as expected and for worse or for better: a pandemic happened. We all know the effects of Covid-19, but the one that looked me straight in the eyes was employment, and the lack of options I had as time ticked closer to graduation. Not only do I already hate running, but nearing the end of my race it felt like I was zip-tied to a bag of bricks on my last several miles, and at this point I am so hungry for chocolate cake. But in times like these when the reality of this short life hits, it makes you think: why suffer through a marathon at all? As for my life, I'd rather be on a stroll, dropping the weight of each expectation tied to my back - brick by brick - and that's where scissors come in.
By Blaire Kaufman5 years ago in Journal
This lady is an artist...
This lady is an artist. She never had any formal training, but she loved and searched for beauty — in her life, in her relationships, in her faith. She saw tiny details that others didn’t notice -- the intricacies of a fern, the different colors of green in the spring, the adorable fuzz on a bumble bee. She wore “interesting” clothes that others didn’t always understand. And she brought colors and flowers and joy into her small home, inviting beauty into her space and her heart.
By Elizabeth Kay5 years ago in Journal
Uplifting the Artisans practising Dhokra Art through Coshal Art
Uplifting the Artisans practising Dhokra Art through Coshal Art Today, we have with us Mr. Ankesh Banjare, who, along with his partner Mr. Abhinav, is working on the upliftment of the artisans in Chhattisgarh and the revival of Dhokra art form through his start-up Coshal Art.
By ABHISHEK KUMAR BHANU5 years ago in Journal
