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Never laugh at beginnersA clear explanation of why you can not laugh at the kids and beginners.
Some users (not just spectators, but also good artists) young authors criticize, laugh at "curves" works. This is silly, especially when the authors do not ask for criticism.
Criticism does not work, it just hurts. Assist cautious practical advice and training. The importance of studying anatomy, drawing and theory to understand himself. It is impossible to impose.
The only important thing: the love of his work, love for the intermediate result and a great desire to paint / sculpt. It is better if the young author will draw hundreds of pictures a month of unsuccessful than successful one once a year.
At the same time, it is important to invest ourselves into work, rather than mechanically drawing the line. But investing is not possible if you do not love yourself and your creativity.
I started sculpting in 2006. If I were recaptured desire, if not there were people who liked even the first of ... I'd never sculpted
Are You Alright?Are you alright?
You've asked me this so many times,
And the answer is always 'yes'.
Quite frankly, why do you care?
What if the answer is no?
Do you care then?
Am I alright?
I've never really thought about it.
It's easier to be happy than to
Think about all the reasons I'm not,
Easier than thinking of you.
I still remember when you grabbed my hand.
An unusually casual gesture for
Someone you don't know,
But that is when I fell for you.
That's when I was happy
Before I started crying.
The crying came later.
The crying came the day after
You told me I was the only one for you,
That you couldn't be without me.
And I believed you.
The crying came the day you ripped
My heart out of my chest and carried
It with you as you walked away.
And you have still never returned it.
Am I alright?
No, I don't think so.
I'm not sure if I ever was.
I told you how I loved you before
You left, but you didn't care.
And you don't now.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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