I started doing brown paper art a bit over 2 years ago as a statement of black beauty and resistance against a past and present that tries to convince us that we are ugly.
I don’t mind that there are others who are now using this concept in their own way. The more voices speaking on it, the better. Racism, colorism, and all of the other high key problematic issues that persist to this day need to be voiced and and they need to be voiced often and loudly, so that those covering their ears in the back can hear.
I don’t own the rights to the background music. The song is “Penthouse Cloud” by The Internet.
Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.
Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?
And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run
But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually
Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.
Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!
Fyi- just in case you didn’t know.
TOUCH got a bro that likes to give high fives? Back slaps? Are they a hugger? Do they not blink an eye at cuddles?
QUALITY TIME this bro will (as op stated) sprint to spend every minute possible with you. Every second that you guys are together is a declaration of affection.
WORDS does your bro tell you how amazing and great and fantastic and wonderful you are all the time? Guess what…?
GIFTS do they buy you coffee? Snacks, energy drinks, spot you at the restaurant? Did that one key chain removed you of them? Ding ding!
ACTS are they always doing things for you? Ie: Nah bro, I got this, I can do that, need me to get anything for you, I can help with…?
PRO TIP - The way people show love is often how they receive love as well.
I reblogged this recently but it got better and ive been thinking and learning a lot abt love languages so
Americans be like: My grandpa 😠😠😠 served in the Korean War 😠😠😠 and killed 9 people 😠😠😠 to fund his college degree in clownery 😠😠😠 Respect him or leave the country 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬
That’s a super light story huh? My great grandfather got killed in action from a land mine to protect this country. If you don’t wanna respect the history or stand for a national anthem😁then leave to your peaceful home and fuck right off
How did your great grandpa stepping on a landmine protect this country
“Ghetto is nothing but creativity that hasn’t been stolen yet.”
- Writer, Nezarial Scott, on the hypocritical commercialization and commodification of Black American fashion, vernacular, slang, culture, and livelihood.
It isstarting to get cold again. And the darkness is coming a little earlier every night. However, the moon manages to remain beautiful everytime I see it, even though the nights are kinda lonely when it's not there. But there really isn't too much I can do about that.
I still haven't gotten my traditional art back. But I guess I'm starting to get used to it. My canvas is now a plasma screen and my brushes have been replaced with a Wacom pen tablet. Fair exchange is no robbery, I guess. Still...
I miss it...
This is the latest piece I completed.
Though this piece was deeply personal to me, and though I put my heart and soul into it, I am feeling as if my feelings didn't shine through. I think that this one was only personal to me and that it doesn't speak to the heart I was reaching for. But I guess that can't be helped. Especially since I can never be with those I paint.
Sometimes I feel like the wolf howling at the moon--it will never know if the moon heard its voice, or whether its love song was lost in the vacuum.
"Art is the daughter of freedom." ~Friedrich Schiller~