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@nadiafalha
I wanna be an artist A true one Who make creations Who appreciate process Who live not only for paying bills. An artist.. who seeing with ears Listening with eyes An artist who spread the love and knowledge Who read Who learn open minded Who cares with people And choose to not care at all with haters I wanna be an artist I'm struggling to be an artist A true one I'm so far for being a true artist Why? Because.. I'm still asking why.. Why is it so hard to move Why am I living in the place that I don't belong Why is it so hard to fight myself Why there's such burden in my soul
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We have LOTS of discussions around acceptable use in my classroom. I find most grade 9s don’t understand that finding something in google images does not mean it is free for use. We discuss intent and alteration and I do allow fan art for class projects with certain restrictions, but I make them document their sources so they have more respect for them. Personally, I think Fan Art reflects how culture is processed today. Companies want to hold onto the capitalistic model of IP for obvious reasons, but Fan Art subverts the idea that companies can “own” culture and reprocesses those characters and images into more personal and accessible viewpoints. Law does not reflect this process, but culture is built on viral spread, not singular creative geniuses. Ideas cannot spread and grow without imitation and dissemination. Anyone working in cultural spaces has to allow for this if they want a work to become “popular”. However the trick is balancing viral dissemination against individual creative efforts. We need to find ways to respect the contributions of individual artists while still allowing for the sharing/mixing/viral spread that is vital to how culture actually works.
I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE AN ART TEACHER
This is amazing 💛
Letting go VS winning your ego.
Saya hitam diantara Daisy putih. Saya yang buruk rupa diantara jelita. Saya yang tampak bahagia diantara rasa yang lara. Berbahagialah yang telah berduka.. bahkan bunga-bunga tak lelah menyembunyikan durinya.
Aku adalah keterasingan kawan. Kamu adalah alasan keberadaan-ku. Dalam dingin kita menjadi angan.. pagi itu, aku rindu, aku sendu, aku malu.. lama kulupakan Dia yang Maha. Aku yang meragu. Aku Tergagu.. aku yang selalu dalam kesiapaan. Kata-kata hanya perantara. Aku hanya hampa.. yang menanti keberadaan dalam ketiadaan. . . . . . 📷: @nadiafalha Surya Kencana, Gn. Gede 30 Juli 2017. #DDPA #GunungGede #HikeForCancer
A girl need to breathe
"I don't wanna die, I just tried to stop the pain." Said the one who have been tried to commit suicide.
Penyendiri mulai gelisah diantara ramai. Dia satu diantara suara yang bercakap-cakap tanpa arti, dia satu yang diam dan berarti. Satu dan yang lain, pergi dan kembali. Sedangkan dia tetap. Hingga kegelisahannya muncul, penyendiri mulai beranjak berdiri. Keramaian ini hanya sementara katanya dalam hati.
All the faces in me. Expression.. it looks so happy yet it's sad, it's so crazy yet it's sane. I can feel your pain yet you cannot. I have no same smile like yours. I have this soul.. crying, cramping, creeping. What I showed to you doesn't mean what I really want to showed. This is the era of "Selfies sound the same like Selfish".. You won't understand this language.. like an enigma. I am contents by skull and bones and flesh.. so do you. What I showed you.. what I want you to see me.. as honest as my soul doesn't need my face. I don't need you to understand. I need myself to forgive me.
Sutematsu Oyama (1860-1919): Japan’s First College-Educated Woman
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We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.
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Ini hanya hari yang sama lagi.. Aku harus tetap bertahan hidup. Walaupun hidup sudah membuatku mati rasa. Tiap hari aku membenci diriku sendiri. Mengumpat pada suara yang tidak bisa diam. Jiwa yang dipasung. Marah.. dibalut dengan topeng berwajah ramah. Tidak ada orang yang mengerti. Tidak perlu ada yang mengerti. Aku benar-benar sudah biasa sendiri. Tapi aku tidak bersedih. Aku bahagia. Hanya penuh amarah. Bukan pada siapa.. karena sendiri yang mengerti. Aku masih punya harap. Tapi bukan harap murahan yang kamu miliki. Kadang pesimis rasanya harap itu menjadi nyata, ketika kekhawatiran diriku menjadi seorang munafik. Aku melantur kesana-sini. Selalu merasa lelah. Ini hari yang sama lagi. Aku harus pindah Aku harus pergi Aku tidak ingin di sini selamanya.. ketika selamanya dipertanyakan berapa lama waktu "selamanya" Bukankah kadang sedetik juga bisa terasa selamanya.
Bagaimanapun kau tidak akan mengerti. Aku sudah tidak punya hati lagi. Pergi.. pergi.. aku jauh dari kembali. Sesat. Sesak. Semburat pelangi tanpa warna. Tak ada merah.. yang ada hanya luka yang tambah parah. Sesat. Sesak. Jangan kau berani bertanya apa aku mengerti.. saat kau tidak.
Gadis dengan Luka di Matanya
Dia berjalan di bumi yang guncang Hatinya pecah Matanya lelah Fikirnya melayang Ke bumi lain yang tak ada orang Sepi Sepi tapi udara penuh benci Mengelilinginya hingga hampir mati Dia perlu mati Dia ingin menghirup air yang damai Dia ingin tenggelam Sepi Sepi padahal dipenuhi suara yang membuat tuli Dia perlu mati Matanya merah Rasanya hanya darah yang terus mengalir, yang membuatnya masih ingat hidup Hidup yang tak berakhir Tapi dia sudah mati Hanya terjebak Dia terjangkar di dasar laut Menghirup air asin Mati Pasti
Hujan tak kunjung berhenti sayang Mengetuk jendelaku Mengetuk rasa kantuk Hujan membuaiku Biarkan aku dibuainya Jangan begitu cemburu Karena hujan tak kunjung reda Sedangkan kau selalu ada dalam edar mimpiku yang tak berujung Atau berujung rindu yang sama saja tidak sampai pada reda
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