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My Journey with my Needle, Thread, and Scissors
My love affair with creating things with my own hands began when in the late 1950s. I was young enough to sit and watch my mother and grandmother knit and crochet. Their hands moved quickly, turning yarn into sweaters, blankets, socks, and doilies. I was fascinated, but had no idea then that my interest in creating with a needle and thread would bring me to where I am today.
By Susan Albers5 years ago in Humans
Soul Searching With Scissors
For several years I have found scissors to have a unique significance in my life, as they are, without a doubt, a contraption that I could not live without. Meticulous cutting in my process as a collage artist is essential for all creations I produce. While I have tried using craft knives, I feel that the motions of my hands with scissors allow a more therapeutic aspect. Cutting and curving through the images that I work with soothe my soul, healing me in a way that cannot be compared with any other tool. The process of the scissors sliding and looping as I work allow me to travel beyond the stresses of life and into worlds in which I create within my mind through my collection of pictures and patterns. Not only do I see my scissors as therapeutic, but they are the source from which my creativity is channeled into the medium of art in which I choose to express myself. If I was told that I had to throw all my art supplies away but could keep only one tool, I would without question choose my scissors, as I see them as a noteworthy tool in both my creative and personal healing process.
By Stevi Vaughn5 years ago in Humans
Letters
I have a question that has been eating at me lately. Does anyone write letters anymore? You know, the pen and paper kind? Does anyone still do that anymore? Having that pen in your hand and a crisp fresh piece of paper just waiting to be written on. With all this technology now it's hard to find someone that still writes letters. I know I write letters. I love writing letters. There's an intimacy to it.
By Michelle Hill5 years ago in Humans
A Body of Yarn
Teaching is an embodied profession. I bound in front of the white board to add a new idea from a student during a class brainstorm session. You can find me coughing through axe body spray or mango hand lotion as I lean over to ask a leading question of a collaborating small group. I circle students at desks in the back of the room, one hand holding the short story in front of my face, the other gesturing as my posture and vocal intonations shift back and forth between Bilbo and Gollum exchanging riddles in the dark.
By Sarah Frase5 years ago in Humans
Mixed Together
About 5 years ago I met someone new who gifted me a mix CD after much reluctance to accept it on my end. I was scared the songs would forever be tied to this person and I would no longer enjoy them on their own. The mix had a cut out piece of paper colored to look like a rainbow with a simple title and list of songs and artists. I still think of the process they went through: choosing and ordering the songs, titling the mix, coloring the case. I picture them on the floor cutting out a slip of paper to fit perfectly in the case and rearranging the songs before burning the CD. About a year ago I decided to make one. I loved the process and thoughtfulness required to craft the perfect mix and I now have no fear of the connection that is also crafted as a result of a gift like this. Music is a beautiful connector since every song can evoke different memories from one person to the next and thinking of someone when a song comes on should be craved not feared.
By Casey Bergin5 years ago in Humans
Little Fishes (Creature Fear Music Video)
Being a creative can be pretty difficult sometimes. Especially when you need to support yourself financially through what you love. It can often turn into a love hate relationship and you can start resenting the thing you adore the most. Despite this struggle, the passion for it always wins when you realise it fuels you, makes you happy and feel alive. When COVID hit, our relationship with creativity had to change drastically and move quickly with the volatile environment we were all thrown into.
By Amy Pollock5 years ago in Humans
You will become dizzy
Nobody cares when I dance at the thrift store, the place where my passion begins. I can’t help but move to the Motown, disco and rock as I flip through hangers in a slot machine player’s trance. Will the next shirt be a winner? Will the next tee show an orange tabby cat riding a unicorn toward a space ship? As I flip and groove nobody seems to care. The other customers are caught up in their own dreams of what a new, old piece of clothing can bring – maybe money, confidence or love.
By Edie Everette5 years ago in Humans
A Joy Named Sue
I thought that choosing a craft that brought me the most joy would be easy. I thought that choosing a craft that uses scissors would make the decision even easier. How many of my hobbies could possibly use scissors? I instantly thought of sewing, but then I also considered basket weaving and the careful snips made to shape the many reeds into their proper sizes. I was returning from a trip across the country and had plenty time to think on the long ride home. As it turns out, most of the crafts I'm proudest of use scissors. The outfits and cute stuffed animals I love to sew require both proper scissors to cut various fabrics and the "baby scissors" in my sewing set that I always make a point to hold up for my dad to chuckle at. Who doesn't like smaller versions of things, after all? Often times I'll use a sharp set in lieu of a knife while cooking as well. Garden sheers have become a must as I finally learn how to keep my plants alive long enough for them to grow out of control, and growing out of control alongside them is my rarely tamed mop of hair. My hair and I are certainly no strangers to a pair of scissors and a late night vision of a style that will most likely be a bit of a shock in the morning. My crafts, my food and my looks are all artforms to me. I am proud of my skills and I can laugh at the mistakes. It surprised me when I realized how much I depend on scissors for these things. My new challenge was deciding which of my artforms was the most important to me. Which one could represent me better than the others? When I finally made it home, I knew the second I saw her.
By Claire Nicholson 5 years ago in Humans
The Fragment of Ourselves
Our first house was a two story 1930’s brick town house. It had that dusty wood smell that should have made me feel at home. There was an old fireplace and a bricked in patio with French doors. The rooms were all small with cream walls. They warned us about lead in the paint.
By Umbrella Jack5 years ago in Humans
