Art. Such a simple phrase. We see it, we create it, we admire it. Some people actually appreciate art, myself included. Art is in everything and a part of everyone. It is the center of the life that we live, art is in the shade of grass with fresh dew in the morning, in the shapes of the clouds at midday, the sound of a new guitar. The earth without art is just eh.
Becca
My art is sooo artsy…they name my art ..art..like when i make a song they say hey listen to this art..called art..by art…then the person is like well that is a bit unartsy for him to name his art art…so then he gets back to me and I add a F…we will call my art fart..because it is releasing.
The colours flooded the page without shape or order, a sea of combinations. The forms twisted and turned without realism or facts, a world of imagination. The emotions flew out of the artists heart and splattered themselves across the canvas without reason, a disarray of feelings. When she stepped back to glance at her piece, her eyebrows scrunched towards the centre of her forehead and a tiny crease appeared in between them. Her lips pursed as she looked her artwork up and down.
“I don’t know what it is”
He smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear his reply,
“I do. And it’s artistry”
Natasha
Artistry is amazing because there are so many thing to it. It isn’t just painting and drawing in artistry, but dancing and writing. Really, anything that you are truely good at is artistry.
Mikaela
she danced in large swooping circles as she painted; rather, she painted as she danced. you wouldn’t have known that she was even dancing in circles unless you viewed her from above, maybe in an aeroplane or a bladed helicopter, or if you were flying on one of those – contraptions, as she danced herself into colored contractions (fin).
Where someone can go to be amazed, to let themselves flow. Let the inner workings of their brain flow out onto their paper, or whatever medium, even the air. Gosh, it could be anything. This is artistry, me letting my thoughts out on paper. Amazing. I love artistry. I love art!
olivpitt
pictures pretty art history world france museums paint
sketch
nude humans flowers nature buildings pencils clths
design flow
music
acting
sewing
flow
dancing
dream
im
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Something that means something that’s beautiful, artistic, amazing. Something people can gawk at and say, “”wow, that’s amazing! I wish i could do that!” Then they go home, try it, and find out that their work is artistry. Amazing things and pieces of art. :D :D :D
Libby Thomas
One person can put simple words together in a way no one thought of; the thought is still a simple one, just not a thought that anyone wrote down. Yet, that one person has artistry, has talent; that person has a gift.
the artistry with which he wielded his whisk was a sight to behold. As an artist pushes brush to canvas his creation was his masterpiece, it tasted great too!
Sam
It didn’t take much persusasion to make Fred demonstrate his abilities with a rolled-up newspaper, hour pints of double cream and the retired trapeze lady from down the road. It was worthy of glittering prizes but Fred always said “artistry comes in many forms. This one just happens to be particularly well endowed. I don’t know much about art, but I know what she likes…”
i just wrote a paper on art history. it’s so terrible. which is sort of ironic because i am an artist, or was. this year i’m not doing art and i’m worried i’ll lose my talent. i’m just running out of time to do these things. but i really love it and it makes me happy. i should just do it. i’ll call sue tomorrow.
ashlyn
The chemistry of artistry involves the element of fantasy.
every situation in life should be handled like this, with artistry. especially now. this is when it counts. this is what makes a difference. a big one. i can continue destroying myself or, with this foresight, i can make myself better in the end. i can make myself stronger. handle myself better. be happier. proud of myself. encourage my will, my determination, which is such a bold part of my being – it would be of utmost shame to waste this portion of myself. i could begin learning new, more positive ways of coping. this could be the start of building myself up from this cold, hollow, dark space deep in the ground in which i’ve become so accustomed to dwelling. if i would only have a little courage. faith could help too. i don’t want to die anymore. and i’m beyond tired of being dead. i wish not to succumb to my nightmares. i wish to defeat the monsters of this place and to finally stand in the light of glorious day. i want to hear the birds sing. i want to play with them. i want our sound to be lifted to any heavens and i want them to be the pleasure of what is divine.
Wanting to snap
my pencil in half.
To feel the satisfaction
of my anger break.
More soft lines
leading to thicker and bolder
hoping to become permanent
however angles are off
shapes are distorted
eraser burns the paper
desecrating my drawing,
growing smaller
until the metal rubs
the paper raw.
Fury swells and rages.
Ripping the paper
from the spiral,
My hands tear away
at my frustration.
Slowly releasing my tension.
After the white flakes fall,
the pencil snapped in half,
eraser gone,
I realize.
I need to start over.
Although he did not approve of graffiti — everything about it made him nearly physically ill, in fact — he could not help but admire the artistry of a particular bit of it that adorned the wall of the building where he went for his weekly massage.
Artistry, that’s, what, the art of being an artist? The practice of being an artist? Whatever. I’m part of it. I really have no idea how to turn this into a story, so I’ll just rant…HA, who’m I kidding? I don’t care enough to rant. I have something else to rant about actually..but that’ll be in a minute. Damn, the word should have been rant.
what a word, artistry! i have been striving to acquire one. i do wish, however, instead of writing, i could acquire artistry for visual art, like painting, or for music.
kaorita
I live and breathe my own creation and destruction countless times a day. This is the fate of the artist. Artistry is accepting and confronting mortality.
my mother. yellow roses on tea cups with golden rims. people walking dowtown with huge canvases. fruit bowls and waterfalls.
autumn
and truly, she saw, it was artistry. this woven and huge facade, all spun together like a giant, tangled, garish web. a web of things people wanted to see: colorful events, dashing smiles, perfect lives. and underneath the surface, fear of it all coming unraveled and falling apart.
You create what you want, something that looks beautiful to you. Something that expresses your hopes and dreams. Something that conveys your message.
Art isn’t something that can be taught. Art is interpreted differently by everyone. It doesn’t matter if others like you art, as long as you’re happy with it. That is the true essence of art.
She moved with the grace, finesse and the finest skill of artistry. Little did she know, her talent was about to crumble with a spin and a chasse…
SJP
a work of art, fun, beautiful, creative, interesting, find something new to look at every time, different for everyone, unique, colorful, love, peace, hatred, anger, happiness,
I always wanted to be an artist. I wanted to grow up and go to art school in some fabulous place like New York and live in a dumpy little apartment and have a hip boyfriend and just life an artistic life. I wanted my life to be a work of art, one that everyone would look upon and just say “shit, I wish I was an art student.”
Her brush struggled against the masculine coves of his body, her emotions pent up against his denial to let her in. She was no longer a master at the artistry of sensuality.
artistry can be defined in many way…what does it mean to be an artist? right now im being an artist by writing this technically. but most people think of painting and sculpting or song writing. everyone is an artist of their own life…in their own way.
beautiful, symmetrical, asymmetrical, colorful and vivacious, sometimes sad and depressed but always full of thoughtful contemplation. Sometimes fussy and sometimes soothing, but always beautiful. Artistry – even the word is beautiful.
Elizabeth Weeks
artistry is what i want to do the most to do all the things i see in my mind’s eye to create and to have time to blend colors and ideas together and not just envy others for their ideas someday i always say i will create this or that I will have time someday
This reminds me of Artisan breads, which are good. Not for my thighs… but you get the idea. The local French bakery has this delicious artisan cheese bread and I die every time I eat it. Or there in general.
The artistry of listening is more complicated than it seems. One has to focus on the other completely, noting the tone of voice and the emotion they put into their words. One has to send signals to the speaker, nodding or shaking their head, commenting on something the speaker said. Listening is the most difficult task to learn; but it is the most appreciated of any.
I love singing and I love to perform. I love being the centre of attention. I love when people look at me. I love how the lights, when the spotlights burn my skin. I love the feeling getting up on stage. I hate the feeling right before getting up on stage. I hate leaving the stage but I love the feeling I get after I’ve left the stage. The feeling you get when you feel special. Because whem I’m on stage, It’s all about me. That is when I am. I am me.
I have no idea what this is and I am no going to pretend I do. So I will talk about something else like cows. Cows are big and spotted. You find more none spotted cows then spotted ones, which is totally against the stereotype http://thedude510.tumblr.com/.
Artistry is what an artist produces. It is something that is unique to them. Artistry isn’t a replica of what everyone else is painting. Even if it shares similarities with other artists or other works of art the artistry in the piece is what sets it apart from what everyone else is doing. It’s what make it yours.
Mems
artistry. Art is try. I don’t think i could ever consider myself an artist. But art is try. And i like to try, i like art. I love photos, i love freezing. Freezing instead of trying? Trying not to freeze
ikkivikki
I have no artistic ability. None. Whatsoever. It’s true. I’m book-smart. Don’t even have much common sense. But she, everything about her is artistic – the way she walks, the way her hair falls perfectly across her defined cheek bones, even the way she pronounces each and individual sound when she speaks. I wish I could be her. But that’s not how these things work. The delegation itself is a kind of artistry, but no one of us is the artist.
Expression through creativity while using whatever talents you’ve got whether it be singing dancing drawing writing spelling loving caring sharing empathy sympathy and letting the world know that you’re here and you are you and no one else.
J.T.
You’re not an artist. you’re just a little boy who wants to be an artist.
And you always put me down, I remember; you didn’t even congratulate me when my drawing sold for $80 at a small art show. You hardly even flinched.
But then you showed me your newest anime. It looked like all the rest, really.
But I smiled. “you’re so talented,”
Art. Such a simple phrase. We see it, we create it, we admire it. Some people actually appreciate art, myself included. Art is in everything and a part of everyone. It is the center of the life that we live, art is in the shade of grass with fresh dew in the morning, in the shapes of the clouds at midday, the sound of a new guitar. The earth without art is just eh.
My art is sooo artsy…they name my art ..art..like when i make a song they say hey listen to this art..called art..by art…then the person is like well that is a bit unartsy for him to name his art art…so then he gets back to me and I add a F…we will call my art fart..because it is releasing.
The colours flooded the page without shape or order, a sea of combinations. The forms twisted and turned without realism or facts, a world of imagination. The emotions flew out of the artists heart and splattered themselves across the canvas without reason, a disarray of feelings. When she stepped back to glance at her piece, her eyebrows scrunched towards the centre of her forehead and a tiny crease appeared in between them. Her lips pursed as she looked her artwork up and down.
“I don’t know what it is”
He smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear his reply,
“I do. And it’s artistry”
Artistry is amazing because there are so many thing to it. It isn’t just painting and drawing in artistry, but dancing and writing. Really, anything that you are truely good at is artistry.
she danced in large swooping circles as she painted; rather, she painted as she danced. you wouldn’t have known that she was even dancing in circles unless you viewed her from above, maybe in an aeroplane or a bladed helicopter, or if you were flying on one of those – contraptions, as she danced herself into colored contractions (fin).
Where someone can go to be amazed, to let themselves flow. Let the inner workings of their brain flow out onto their paper, or whatever medium, even the air. Gosh, it could be anything. This is artistry, me letting my thoughts out on paper. Amazing. I love artistry. I love art!
pictures pretty art history world france museums paint
sketch
nude humans flowers nature buildings pencils clths
design flow
music
acting
sewing
flow
dancing
dream
im
Something that means something that’s beautiful, artistic, amazing. Something people can gawk at and say, “”wow, that’s amazing! I wish i could do that!” Then they go home, try it, and find out that their work is artistry. Amazing things and pieces of art. :D :D :D
One person can put simple words together in a way no one thought of; the thought is still a simple one, just not a thought that anyone wrote down. Yet, that one person has artistry, has talent; that person has a gift.
thereisanantscurryingacrossmycomputerscreenandIhavenospacesinmywordsIsthisartistryyesbecauseeverythingIseeandeverythingIdoisartistryandsoit’sthesamewitheveryoneelse
the artistry with which he wielded his whisk was a sight to behold. As an artist pushes brush to canvas his creation was his masterpiece, it tasted great too!
It didn’t take much persusasion to make Fred demonstrate his abilities with a rolled-up newspaper, hour pints of double cream and the retired trapeze lady from down the road. It was worthy of glittering prizes but Fred always said “artistry comes in many forms. This one just happens to be particularly well endowed. I don’t know much about art, but I know what she likes…”
i just wrote a paper on art history. it’s so terrible. which is sort of ironic because i am an artist, or was. this year i’m not doing art and i’m worried i’ll lose my talent. i’m just running out of time to do these things. but i really love it and it makes me happy. i should just do it. i’ll call sue tomorrow.
The chemistry of artistry involves the element of fantasy.
every situation in life should be handled like this, with artistry. especially now. this is when it counts. this is what makes a difference. a big one. i can continue destroying myself or, with this foresight, i can make myself better in the end. i can make myself stronger. handle myself better. be happier. proud of myself. encourage my will, my determination, which is such a bold part of my being – it would be of utmost shame to waste this portion of myself. i could begin learning new, more positive ways of coping. this could be the start of building myself up from this cold, hollow, dark space deep in the ground in which i’ve become so accustomed to dwelling. if i would only have a little courage. faith could help too. i don’t want to die anymore. and i’m beyond tired of being dead. i wish not to succumb to my nightmares. i wish to defeat the monsters of this place and to finally stand in the light of glorious day. i want to hear the birds sing. i want to play with them. i want our sound to be lifted to any heavens and i want them to be the pleasure of what is divine.
Artistry.
Is what is frustrating
me currently.
Wanting to snap
my pencil in half.
To feel the satisfaction
of my anger break.
More soft lines
leading to thicker and bolder
hoping to become permanent
however angles are off
shapes are distorted
eraser burns the paper
desecrating my drawing,
growing smaller
until the metal rubs
the paper raw.
Fury swells and rages.
Ripping the paper
from the spiral,
My hands tear away
at my frustration.
Slowly releasing my tension.
After the white flakes fall,
the pencil snapped in half,
eraser gone,
I realize.
I need to start over.
Although he did not approve of graffiti — everything about it made him nearly physically ill, in fact — he could not help but admire the artistry of a particular bit of it that adorned the wall of the building where he went for his weekly massage.
Artistry, that’s, what, the art of being an artist? The practice of being an artist? Whatever. I’m part of it. I really have no idea how to turn this into a story, so I’ll just rant…HA, who’m I kidding? I don’t care enough to rant. I have something else to rant about actually..but that’ll be in a minute. Damn, the word should have been rant.
what a word, artistry! i have been striving to acquire one. i do wish, however, instead of writing, i could acquire artistry for visual art, like painting, or for music.
I live and breathe my own creation and destruction countless times a day. This is the fate of the artist. Artistry is accepting and confronting mortality.
my mother. yellow roses on tea cups with golden rims. people walking dowtown with huge canvases. fruit bowls and waterfalls.
and truly, she saw, it was artistry. this woven and huge facade, all spun together like a giant, tangled, garish web. a web of things people wanted to see: colorful events, dashing smiles, perfect lives. and underneath the surface, fear of it all coming unraveled and falling apart.
There is no rules in art.
You create what you want, something that looks beautiful to you. Something that expresses your hopes and dreams. Something that conveys your message.
Art isn’t something that can be taught. Art is interpreted differently by everyone. It doesn’t matter if others like you art, as long as you’re happy with it. That is the true essence of art.
She moved with the grace, finesse and the finest skill of artistry. Little did she know, her talent was about to crumble with a spin and a chasse…
a work of art, fun, beautiful, creative, interesting, find something new to look at every time, different for everyone, unique, colorful, love, peace, hatred, anger, happiness,
I always wanted to be an artist. I wanted to grow up and go to art school in some fabulous place like New York and live in a dumpy little apartment and have a hip boyfriend and just life an artistic life. I wanted my life to be a work of art, one that everyone would look upon and just say “shit, I wish I was an art student.”
Her brush struggled against the masculine coves of his body, her emotions pent up against his denial to let her in. She was no longer a master at the artistry of sensuality.
artistry can be defined in many way…what does it mean to be an artist? right now im being an artist by writing this technically. but most people think of painting and sculpting or song writing. everyone is an artist of their own life…in their own way.
beautiful, symmetrical, asymmetrical, colorful and vivacious, sometimes sad and depressed but always full of thoughtful contemplation. Sometimes fussy and sometimes soothing, but always beautiful. Artistry – even the word is beautiful.
artistry is what i want to do the most to do all the things i see in my mind’s eye to create and to have time to blend colors and ideas together and not just envy others for their ideas someday i always say i will create this or that I will have time someday
This reminds me of Artisan breads, which are good. Not for my thighs… but you get the idea. The local French bakery has this delicious artisan cheese bread and I die every time I eat it. Or there in general.
The artistry of listening is more complicated than it seems. One has to focus on the other completely, noting the tone of voice and the emotion they put into their words. One has to send signals to the speaker, nodding or shaking their head, commenting on something the speaker said. Listening is the most difficult task to learn; but it is the most appreciated of any.
I love singing and I love to perform. I love being the centre of attention. I love when people look at me. I love how the lights, when the spotlights burn my skin. I love the feeling getting up on stage. I hate the feeling right before getting up on stage. I hate leaving the stage but I love the feeling I get after I’ve left the stage. The feeling you get when you feel special. Because whem I’m on stage, It’s all about me. That is when I am. I am me.
I have no idea what this is and I am no going to pretend I do. So I will talk about something else like cows. Cows are big and spotted. You find more none spotted cows then spotted ones, which is totally against the stereotype http://thedude510.tumblr.com/.
I’m an artist. Someone who creates instead of destroying. Someone who thinks, makes and reflects. They are the makers of beauty.
Artistry is what an artist produces. It is something that is unique to them. Artistry isn’t a replica of what everyone else is painting. Even if it shares similarities with other artists or other works of art the artistry in the piece is what sets it apart from what everyone else is doing. It’s what make it yours.
artistry. Art is try. I don’t think i could ever consider myself an artist. But art is try. And i like to try, i like art. I love photos, i love freezing. Freezing instead of trying? Trying not to freeze
I have no artistic ability. None. Whatsoever. It’s true. I’m book-smart. Don’t even have much common sense. But she, everything about her is artistic – the way she walks, the way her hair falls perfectly across her defined cheek bones, even the way she pronounces each and individual sound when she speaks. I wish I could be her. But that’s not how these things work. The delegation itself is a kind of artistry, but no one of us is the artist.
Expression through creativity while using whatever talents you’ve got whether it be singing dancing drawing writing spelling loving caring sharing empathy sympathy and letting the world know that you’re here and you are you and no one else.
You’re not an artist. you’re just a little boy who wants to be an artist.
And you always put me down, I remember; you didn’t even congratulate me when my drawing sold for $80 at a small art show. You hardly even flinched.
But then you showed me your newest anime. It looked like all the rest, really.
But I smiled. “you’re so talented,”