A trend I’ve noticed that not only artists have but one many other people don’t often understand is the denial of being any form of good.
By “artist” I mean an actual artist but also dancers, writers, etc. (I speak especially for dancers though, since I was also one). I, personally, have never claimed to be a good photographer, artist, or dancer. And I’ve been doing those things for years. And years,
Look, you can yell at us all you want. I’ve had people get deeply annoyed, people give me all sorts of looks, people harbor something hovering on disdain. I feel like a lot of people don’t understand that all I see are the flaws in what I do.
Yes I can be proud of the things I do - those pieces or moments where everything clicks for once and the little jumping beans inside of you leap for joy. But it doesn’t mean I would regard myself as good - either a talented artist or dancer or photographer.
I, like every artist and every person, have a lot of growth and evolution to do. There’s always flaws and room for improvement. So yes, I never said I was a good dancer, only a very trained one. I won’t say I’m a good photographer, or artist, because I don’t think I am. I’m not there yet, and I won’t be for a long long time.
So, this is why I, at least, had never said I was a good dancer, and why I never claim to be a good artist who makes pretty art.
**I used “I” through this because I don’t know for sure if this is how people actually think. It’s just something I’ve noticed from observation and I don’t want to make an error.
So I really want to try doing a Tamar cosplay and I was wondering if anyone out there had any ideas about costume, hair style, ect.
I’m going to try to stick to her descriptions in S&S but I would love some ideas/ feedback…
When I designed Tamar for my drawing, I tried to mix pirate, medieval, and practicality. I also used the sash, pants, pirate shirt thing similar to what’s worn under a kefta.
I’m coincidentally also thinking about cosplaying Tamar and in that I’m thinking more pirate/steampunk/Asian influences, but the beauty of Tamar is there’s so much room for creativity since it is a bit vague!
“Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.”—
Guys heads up. When women try to talk to you about rape culture and you start deflecting with hypothetical gray situations, all we hear is you trying to convince yourself that you haven’t been an unknowing rapist in your past
It’s not about whether “real women” are slender or have curves, if they’re one size or another, or trying to put one ideal over another. It’s accepting who we are, staying healthy, and being proud of how beautiful each and every one of us is.