“The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.” ― William Hazlitt
Hey, reader! Thanks for checking out my art blog!
I decided to start this blog because i’m obsessed with Skeatching/drawing, creating photos, photography, writting, painting, and just about anything Artsy! I live out in the ‘wild wastelands’ of Alaska and enjoy skeatching and photographing its beauty.
I have a huge compulsion towards history! Love reading and writting quotes. And Hanging out with my two insanely adorable chocolate labs!
I’ve been on two road trips across America, which has given me an eye for photographing and sketching the worlds beauty.
I divided my time bettween working on a novel, I hope to publish in the future and writing book reviews on Goodreads and, such.
I also enjoy dance, baton, sports and of course, anything to do with the outdoors!
At the moment i’ve been working on Upwork as a freelancer, I enjoy designing t-shirts, logos, Business cards (business merchandise) and editing videos/photos, writing projects and reviews. So, if you or someone you know is looking for a freelancer to hire for this kind of work, you can contact me or cheack out my profile on Upwork.com @ Joy Tiberend.
Thanks, for taking time to check out my blog and I hope you enjoy my funny stories, photography, art, sketches, quotes, video/photo demonstrations, book reviews, and much more!
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
My inspiration for this poem came relatively, to a tragic date in history: known as the Warsaw up-rising and the burning of Warsaw, during the holocaust, in Poland, 1943. The up-rising begin in a Polish ghetto, where, when the Jewish people inside where being “evacuated” they refused to be hulled off, ‘like sheep to the slater’ and rallied together to fight back.
The ghetto residence, surprisingly manage to hold of the Nazis’ for about a month, from April 19 – May 16. Which was far unanticipated, saying how the Nazi’s far outnumbered them in terms of manpower and weaponry.
Thought, sadly May 16 was their down-fall. The Nazi’s ended up firmly taking hold of the Ghetto and dragging off an estimated 50,000 fighters to extermination or labor camps. Though, some of the fighters managed to escape through the sewer, where they joined Partisans…others committed suicide, instead of being hulled off to death camps. Proximately 7,000 Jewish lives where taken that day, thought the Nazi’s didn’t get away clean, it is said, that they too lost several hundred men in the uprising.
After the up-rising, Hitler and his SS, decided to make an example of the city, which they had long since selected for major reconstruction as part of their planned ‘Germanization’ of Central Europe. (Ironically, the destruction Warsaw, had been planned even before the start of WWII. The uprisings was really, just a convenient excuse to burn it; like Helen of Troy.) Their big plan was to simply to, whip Warsaw of the face of the earth, and sadly….in the end they exceeded in wiping out a major majority of Poland’s capital. 80–90% of Warsaw’s buildings where deliberately demolished, burned, or stolen of an immense part of its cultural heritage.
Ann Frank, wrote her thoughts in her diary, on the eve of Warsaw’s destruction: “Almost all Warsaw is a sea of flames. To set houses afire is the surest way to deprive the insurgents of their hiding places. When we crush the uprising, Warsaw will get what it deserves – complete annihilation.”
Through, my poem I tried to being out the heart-wrenching and melancholic emotions, that would of been felt, by looking into the soul of an Anonymous, survivor, who fought with their life for freedom, against one man I called the ‘Dictator’.
It was a poem of guilt—a guilt that ate away at the soul with every heart beat of my survivor. A guilt so strong, it wooed this Anonymous character, to write a poem; so the world might look through Warsaw’s ash, and see streakers of the brave-hearted Warriors, living and dead; who fought for the purposes of freedom and unity.
‘Ina son ku,’ is the Nigerian word for: I love you, in the Hausa language. Love is a very powerful thing, it can bind people together and express deep feelings, the way no other word can accomplish. Though, a lot of poeple have a mixed idea of what love really is. Most of Hollywood’s romantic, starry eyed books and films seem to paint a picture of two people falling in love and their lives being filled with roses, and happily-ever afters.
Love is so more then just attraction and bliss. It’s a deep commitment that bindes one, to another. Love is forgiveness, when anonther has wronged you, and mercy to the broken-hearted and destitute. Love is conditional.
My inspiration came, one day, when I was scrolling on the web and I came across a few of the pictures (view at the top) portraying theses girls loving on a knot of happy foreign children. Their faces so jovial and oddly peaceful wooed my heart to know what kind of love made people, fly half way around the world, just to ministers to some ragged and homeless kids. I wanted to know what those kids felt when a girl with bright, blond hair hugged and kissed them.
I had arduous time at trying to write this post and it wasn’t just writers blog! I wanted to portray those feelings I saw, through my writing, but at the same time couldn’t understand a love that would undertake such devotion and take away all analytically. Or maybe, it was logical and I just couldn’t see the logic…?
My mind was pop’in questions faster then I could answer them. I almost gave up working on this paper, but then I remembered a popular scripture in the Bible that states a deep reality of what love really is. It said: “Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)
Well, now I know that they where doing a great love by, giving their lives and professions for those children, but one question remained unanswered: why?
As I digged deeper, all throughout the Bible their where continual verses that state that if we don’t love others, then we aren’t loving God, (John 13:34) and to love, above all, because love covers over a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 54:)
This eye-opening truth, was telling us to love others because he first loved us. To love others with a burning love, so strong that it would conquer every obstacle and selfish desire. When God called them to go, they went, because they longed to covey the same love He showed them, to the lost and dying world.
This is Love. To sacrifice your wants, desires, needs, and life for others. To love conditionally and willingly. There is no greater or truer love then this.
I was so touched by these images; theses girls just simply loving on the children, with happy and willing hearts. And to imagine the children feeling that expression of love. To them, it was most likely greater than a drop of clean water or a morsel of food. For one, compassionate moment of love, could have fill their hearts for a a life time, than a crumb of food that would of filled their stomachs for only a moment.
I tried to explain this beautiful truth and feeling through my poem, wheather I acomplished it or not; is a short goal compared to loving others verbreuntly every day, as I tried to communicate with all this rambling. 🙂 So, please understand, that there is so very much more to love then being attractive to someone or loving a piece of Chocolate cake.
I would also like to past a few verses of what the Bible teaches as about love, so next time when you’re tempted to think This is true love then stop, and read this woundedful truth:
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud .
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
Life is never perfect, it comes with a few struggles and joys. Thought, sometimes it seems that life is throwing a lot more struggles then joys at us. That may be true, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t also have joy. With one single smile, or a positive remark we create our own joy, and by being joyful we can also light up our dreary surroundings. You see, joy doesn’t just come from sunshine and happy friends, it can also be spread by a signal smile. In my opinion smiles our the greatest kind of joy, for a smile can be contagious.
Like smiles, moments can also bring you joy, a good song, new cloths, a clean room, a peppy pup, a beautiful meadow, great friends. Theses moments can be truly joyful, but not all moments our sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes moments in life can be a tragedy, a hateful comment, a bad friend, a violent act, a great loss. When theses moments arise life can become dreary and gray very fast. That’s why when I see or experience a great moment I grab it and hang on to that memory. So, when the bad moments come and bet you up like a violent storm you can go back and reminisce over those joyful moments.
Thought, Occasionally when enjoying a good moment a bad one can come back to haunt. That’s when I use the ‘sunset rule’ as I like to call it. My golden inspiration came from a casual stroll threw the woods. The woods dominion: dancing snowflakes, ruddy-bark warped trees; shaven clean from a million mooses majestic antlers. Peaceful, hazy calm. Mound upon mound of crisp, clear white snow; twinkling and blinking lazily up at me, and walking into a wide clearing, stood my sunset: fiery and golden, flashing array intense orange and yellow. With splashes of scarlet and delicate Violet. The sunset was really just a ordinary AK sunset, but to me it was incomparable and it taught me an important lesson. As I stood looking into that magnificent orb, of golden light and beauty, I realized that when you are looking at a captivating sunset you don’t go back and think of a dreary cloudy day. No, you enjoy that sunset and the moment that it brings. It’s the same with life: when you come across a joyful moment, don’t go back to an awful moment in your life, instead try to enjoy that moment and the joy that it brings, with all your heart. For every moment in life either good or bad can equip us for the battles ahead.
Any of us can choose to be dropy, But can we choose to be happy? It takes a human with real courage and persistence to make sunshine out of your shadows, instead of resorting to a frown and a stormy life.
Ann Frank, wrote in her diary—“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.” Locked in an office, hiding from Hitler and his hell, Ann, a teen girl had every right to embrace sadness and self pity, but no, she chose to look around her and see the beauty among the raging fires, of her home and the ashes of Bergen-Belsen. If Ann Frank can take the stand to chose Joy, then how much more can we make the same choice? Not, just once but continually.
Next time, when you stub your toe, or lock your keys in the car…take a breath and choose joy.
“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.” ― Leonardo da Vinci
Nature with its majestic domes, flying vapors, enchanting greenery, dashing white caps, and its waters turquoise hue can be alluring to any eye – whether artist or not. Though, through the eyes of one that has come to see art in any surrounding; nature and it’s exuberant colors can be transformed onto paper or camra through the eyes of one that sees every light brush of snow, every wedge of rock, dusting of seeding or shrub.
Nothing escapes the eye of an artists. Every perfect and unique detail gets captured with one snap of the leans; one stroke of the brush; and a few patient dustings of lead from a pencils tip. Though their eyes and the art that an artist creates, the world is enabled to partake in nature’s beauty; just because the artists took the time to snap the lends or move the paint brush at the right moment.
“Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” Leonardo da Vinc
You see through anyone that has the ability to see and mimic creation into sculptures or sketches. Humanity will be seeing through your eyes, the eyes that saw its beauty in every beautiful or imaginable way. We all don’t see beauty or draw it the same, but what we all see is art and what comes out of us is so unique that no other being can try to master are very own ways of ‘drawing’ art.
The world is so beautiful that is has caused me many times to stop and make somthing out of it, so that meany more people can enjoy. I have found that art is really a way to express the emotions and images of what we see and feel – inside and around us. If we aren’t motivated, or are depressed and forget to look around us, we can miss a lot.
So, keep your head up, get along for awhile, breath in the scents, vapors, sights, and sounds of nature; and learn to cherish and grasp it so others also can enjoy its magnificent beauty.
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” ― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
Another breath-taking thing to realize is that you, yourself are art. You ask, “How could I be art?” Or more precise, “How could one so flawed be art?” No one’s perfect, we all have are misgivings and flaws; but the glorious thing to realize that art isn’t perfect either! Art was never meant to be perfect. There will always going to be some kind of flaw or thing we don’t see right about it, but art was never meant to be perfect. Art was meant to make you feel somthing or see somthing a different way. Just remember, art is you, and what you create, no matter how flawed or unworthy of expectation. Always remember that others can see threw your eyes and what you see must not be perfect, but mystifying, breathtaking and will make another shout,“supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!“
Whether you are good at art or not; it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are able to express yourself and find beauty in the small things.
Plus art isn’t just charcoal and paints: it’s elaborate sculptures, well-structured businesses, industrial wonders, beautifully, crafted pastries, exquisite flowers, elegant outfits, awing sketches. Theses all are true works of art, and threw them we can see nature and beauty.
Always remember that at the hand of an artist extraordinary things can arise, and that your not perfect, but through you the world can see the art of nature. So, in the words of E.A. Bucchianeri, from Brushstrokes of a Gadfly, “Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.”
Here’s a few images of my kind of art, thought definitely not without a-few imperfections. Even though, I tried to show nature, humanity, and feeling threw theses few imperfect sketches and photos:
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” ― Edgar Degas
I have shown you my art, what’s yours? Comment below if you’d like to convey you art. And thanks a million for checking my post out.