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[whitneymuseum]

Some inspiration for those cooking Thanksgiving meals today! A full-scale and exactingly detailed kitchen encrusted in a rainbow of glistening beads, Liza Lou’s monumental installation took five years to make. After researching kitchen design manuals as well as historical tracts about the lives of nineteenth-century women, the artist made drawings and three-dimensional models to achieve a loose outline of Kitchen’s floor plan. Lou then fashioned the objects out of paper mâché, painted them, and applied the beads in a mosaic of surface pattern. 

[Liza Lou (b. 1969), Kitchen, 1991–95. Beads, plaster, wood, and found objects. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; gift of Peter Norton]

[tasting--words]

There’s an odd comfort that comes from being so reserved.

s.f. (via tasting--words)

[simpl-beautiful]

[aspiringcreative-blog]

I realized That you were not And are not The one for me Because you treated me As if I wasn't there. As if I didn't have a presence. It doesn't matter If it wasn't your intent To hurt me. It doesn't matter. Your disrespect Made me realize That I deserve someone So much better Someone kind and caring Someone who appreciates My gentleness As well as my fire.

Sammi Kay

[food-porn-diary]

Asian style meatballs with purple radish sprouts and sesame seeds. [900 × 1350]

[aspiringcreative-blog]

Short story idea #1

She was looking around the room, observing the students that were in the class. Suddenly, without any warning, he turned around. She looked at him, her facial expression slightly confused. She couldn’t figure him out. Something about him seemed oddly familiar, like she’d seen him somewhere before. But at the same time, he had a very unique experience. She was glad he hadn’t seen her looking at him (an assumption which she later realized was likely false) and looked away. She was slightly embarrassed that she had probably stared at him but didn’t think that it would be a problem. She had found him to be unique at first, but decided that his uniqueness didn’t appeal to her anymore. She felt indifferent towards him. “Seemingly different, but not uniquely so,” she thought.

[aspiringcreative-blog]

Response:

He had just started his third week of college. Things were going well! He’d taken this class as he heard that the professor didn’t give a grade lower than a B. He was early to class and chatting with the people around him. He asked the boy about his classes for this year. At the same time, he noticed a girl looking directly at him. She appeared to have been slightly startled when he turned around. He didn’t look back at her and continued talking to the boy. She stared at him for a few more seconds and then turned away. “Was she into me? Did she find me attractive?” he asked himself.

[aspiringcreative-blog]

Short story idea #3

Why was she so private? She didn’t know. It was likely a part of her personality, something that she believed to be important to herself. She treasured her private self, she liked that there were things about her that people would never know. She liked to reveal her innermost political ideas with her family. She was frank about discussing the complexities of life with her high school friends. She was open about her family’s financial situation with her friends at college. And the only person that she talked to about her personal life was her sister. This way, nobody knew the entirety of her. She liked this, mostly. But it bothered her that her very private nature may be one of the main reasons why she hadn’t formed any close friendships at college. She was determined to understand why this might be the case.

[aspiringcreative-blog]

Short story idea #2

Where was she from? Should she choose the country that gave her a sense of identity, that taught her the meaning of family and love? Or should she choose the country she felt apart from but where she learned the meaning of individuality and friendship? The country that she deeply connected to or the country that she knew more about? When people asked, she used to pick the answer they would most like to hear. As she became less self-conscious, she picked the answers she believed were most relevant to the question. When she trusted the person asking the question, she said the names of both countries. Saying the names of two or more countries warranted more conversation about herself. If she did not want to converse, or felt it to be inappropriate to the situation, she named the country she most recently lived in. She always found the responses of others to be interesting experiences.

[aspiringcreative-blog]

Short story idea #1

She was looking around the room, observing the students that were in the class. Suddenly, without any warning, he turned around. She looked at him, her facial expression slightly confused. She couldn’t figure him out. Something about him seemed oddly familiar, like she’d seen him somewhere before. But at the same time, he had a very unique experience. She was glad he hadn’t seen her looking at him (an assumption which she later realized was likely false) and looked away. She was slightly embarrassed that she had probably stared at him but didn’t think that it would be a problem. She had found him to be unique at first, but decided that his uniqueness didn’t appeal to her anymore. She felt indifferent towards him. “Seemingly different, but not uniquely so,” she thought.

[aspiringcreative-blog]

I want to make a difference In the lives of others I want a life dedicated To helping the poor The marginalized The forgotten To helping the country That first taught me The true meaning of home The country that raised The ones I love The country My heart beats for The country That truly needs my help

Sammi Kay

[architorturedsouls]

Whitepod Hotel

[poetryandthesea]

What if there is no one who is made to love me? Someone who will hold me when fear takes over my mind or wakes me up at night when terror finds its way into my dreams? What if no one will ever look at me the way I look at them or need my presence to feel complete?

// What if I’m unloveable? j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[aspiringcreative-blog]

I knew I was not ready for you I also knew That I would fall for you And I was not ready for the intensity Of the emotions that would follow. I know that I'm still not ready for love But you still consume my thoughts. I know that I don't need you But my brain cannot stop wanting you. My mind is convinced that Others cannot compare to you Understand who I truly am And complement me as well as you do. How do I convince my brain That I have to move on?

Sammi Kay