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Create Your Happiness
Create Your Happiness Project Description This creative process is driven by my ultimate ambition to save the earth which sounds ambitious as it really is! Among the methods used are papercutting, model folding, beading and braiding thread. Meanwhile, for the material wise, watercolours are first used to do initial design iterations inspired by sea elements and motives before being cut and folded into desired shapes, forms and curves. A range of ocean-themed matching colours yarn, fairy floss, threads and wooden beads are being used for beading and braiding. Bubble wrap and plastic are being used to portray the feeling of sea surface. Aside from that, certainly not to be left out are important tools such as scissors, paper cutter, transparent tapes, all-purpose adhesive glue and a supporting metal stand.
By Sineal Fui Yee Yap5 years ago in Journal
Confessions of a Fabric Hoarder
Part 1: Finding Frank I remember standing in my grandma’s house, a small Northern Territory home with a large fly screened veranda, watching her stitch together tiny patches of fabric. One by one over the space of weeks they made a quilt. We all have one, every child and every grandchild, each with colours corresponding to our personalities. It was a laborious process but you could tell how much she loved to do it.
By Franklin Hooper 5 years ago in Journal
Resin in All its Glory!
Resin in All its glory! I have always been creating! Since I was a kid, at 11 yrs old, from building forts with screen doors and large rock seating to molding earrings out of polymer clay to fashion design to oil painting to silk-screening t-shirts for my first small business at 16yrs and now to casting the most gorgeous resin accessories, crafts and home décor! When I was in high school, I sold my first oil painting (a naked lady against a baby blue backdrop) to an art dealer in Vancouver.
By Tara Taylor5 years ago in Journal
Pieces of the Past
I felt so inadequate as I made the first cut. Quilting was not my thing. That precise, intimidating craft belonged to my grandmother. The mysterious quilting frame, strung by its corners just below her living room ceiling, became magical once it was lowered. With thimbled fingers, Grandma patiently stitched row after row, forming rhythmic patterns across colorful scraps. I treasure these keepsakes now, seeing bits of my childhood dresses and pieces of my mother's blouses of years gone by. There is nothing more comforting that snuggling up under these memories.
By Carla Edmisten5 years ago in Journal
The Garden Nomad
The Garden Nomad I’ve always been a creative, I spent my childhood drawing, writing poetry or making sure my dolls had just the right outfit with accessories and her house had to be fully decorated before she could fall in love with Ken. My first job was in retail, I enjoyed visual merchandising and floor-sets transforming the space from one color story to the next. I was coming up with new ways to make people stop and pay attention or start a conversation. I realized what I enjoyed the most was creating an experience; I was able to help people to see things in a different way while also connecting to a little piece of who they were.
By Amber Higgenbottom 5 years ago in Journal
SEQUINS AND GLITTER
Long ago existed a magical world in which personal, handwritten letters arrived in the mailbox on a regular basis. Grandparents and cousins lived far away. A summertime friend lived in an exotic placed called California. Birthday, Christmas, and Easter cards were cherished treasures. Notes from classmates were delivered on crumpled up notebook paper delivered through a friend of a friend of a friend, etc. The squeaky sound of the old-fashioned mailbox being opened and closed by a mailman that walked on foot was a sound that sent a thrill up the spine. It was a race to the velvety rose petaled rug in the privacy of a girl's pink room dream, where secrets were devoured while sprawled out on the floor. Fairy tales were spun about blizzards on a grandfather's farm, or dollhouses that were played with outside by an older cousin, on a mountainous hill, in a misty bay area, or a tea party my proper grandmother was having with her best sterling silver service. The latest music, fashion, and movies were revealed from afar in California, where everything seemed to happen first before trickling over to the rocky mountains.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Journal
Inspired
To me, crafting requires inspiration. I like to be inspired. Fortunately for me, inspiration comes easily. For example, I love color: the colors I see everyday in nature, or fabrics, my dog, the sky on a clear night in the city. I just really love color and it has inspired me to begin many hobbies. I'm an avid knitter. I sew a little, I embroider, crochet, weave, cross stitch, if it involves fabric, I have probably tried it.
By Lara Osborne5 years ago in Journal
The Evolution of Equitable Creativity
Phase 1: Imagination as such Creativity lives in me since childhood. I learned the societal value of money. I created another world to assist my imagination in poverty. Building pillow forts, paper doll houses, used household fabrics for create an electric fan cooling tent and other items available to me at the public housing and low-income apartments.
By Shaleita Neal, Ed.S5 years ago in Journal
Being a production designer for a short film
A few months ago I was chosen to be the production designer for a short film written by a student and this is the most interesting and creative experience I’ve been going through since the pandemic swallowed our lives. My role is to create a whole new world with unique, meaningful and particular costumes and locations. I couldn’t be happier to be part of this as I can fully express my creativity and I can dedicate this part of my life to something I love doing.
By Alessia Mavakala5 years ago in Journal
Life Made Of Collage
don’t want this to be a ‘poor me’ story, however, I feel a little background is necessary in order to connect to the craft-life I have today. As a child, I was always hyper-emotional and scared of trying new things, as well as being super withdrawn and reserved (this would later be diagnosed as ADHD in my adult life). I was terrified of showing my true self to others, in fear that they would laugh or make fun of me. This lack of confidence impacted my social life, and I’d often find myself having trouble making friends or being ostracised for being the ‘weird kid’. Someone who pioneered my love of the craft was my grandma, Patricia. My grandma always told me to ‘believe it can be done’; she always wanted me to achieve my best whilst having fun doing it. I’d 100% say that this woman was the most influential on who I am today, as her passion for life has inspired me to push the boundaries and not be afraid of new experiences. Through craft, she taught me lessons in self-expression and the power of believing in myself, and my craft.
By Amber Cunningham5 years ago in Journal
