Women have used makeup to enhance or hide certain features of their faces since the 1920s, when modern makeup was first invented. Makeup has also been a way for girls and women to express themselves.
Some parents give their daughters little “makeup” kits that include lots of glitter, some “lipsticks” and “eye shadows.” It is a way that young girls can express themselves, whether they’re applying makeup to their own faces or the faces of their dolls/toys.
But as women get older, they start diving into more complex makeup tricks such as contouring and winged eyeliner. But, it goes farther than that. Some people become makeup artists and do makeup for others. They train at a school, or even a makeup store, such as MAC. Makeup becomes their tool for their form of living art. Makeup artists go to crazy new heights in fashion shows and makeup expos, and even for everyday clients.
While there are professional makeup artists, women are now becoming more invested in their makeup, even those at home. There are countless men and women on YouTube trying to encourage everyday people to show off their inner “glam.” Women today are now spending more money on makeup to show that they can enhance their features just like the professionals.
In the 1960s, women went with a more natural look, which was a light coat of mascara and a natural shade of lipstick, just enough to enhance their features in a good way (1). But now women are going for more dramatic looks like cat eyes and hugely noticeable contouring on their cheeks.
Makeup is an art, but there are some people that do not believe makeup should be used. There are men that believe women are using makeup to hide what they really look like, and they even come up with certain memes that demonstrate this opinion.
Even though there are some that don’t believe that makeup is a good thing, many see it as a way of expression, or in a more professional light, an art form.
*** This is a short story that will be published in this years Exit 109. The arts and literary magazine will be up for grabs at The Octopus Garden Premier on April 18 at Heth Plaza from 4:00-6:00pm! Come see us and grab your own copy to read this short story and view many other pieces! ***
Bethany clicked “Send” and her message posted to the forum. She had been sending messages back and forth with Matt for a little less than three months now. When she had first been contacted by Matt’s screen name, “USNavalstud”, she figured that he was some loser. She had him pegged as a sad, bored, married man in his early thirties who resented his family, career, and life; and, for the most, she was right. He was a frightened little man who only flirted with a sexual identity online.
He was fun to flirt with. They would chat about risque subject matters; various sexual scenarios they dreamed of, fantasies which he never dared share with his wife. One night, she snapped a photo of herself in just her bra and panties; he fell silent for a few minutes, and then asked if she wanted a picture of him in return. Playing the part of a good tease, she said that she could wait as she had to go to bed.
Bethany had not been lying on that account, she was a freshman in the local community college and she had Intro to Statistics at 8am. She knew that Matt would be practically chewing on his keyboard until he could send her a picture of what would most likely be his erect penis. He would have to wait. After Intro to Statistics, Bethany was meeting her best friend and partner in crime, Emma, for lunch and a study date. After which, she had Composition at 2pm and then US History at 4pm.
Emma gabbed at her about the new Hollywood Undead album on iTunes around mouthfuls of a flat-bread salad wrap. Bethany couldn’t help but think about Matt. She had all but figured out exactly how she would seduce, and then have, this new guy. Emma had to throw a ring of sliced onion at her to get her attention.
“You’re playing with fire,” Emma said, “Meeting guys for sex on the Internet? Are you stupid or just tired of life on this planet?”
“Whatever. They’re all alike – they think with their dicks.” Bethany waved off Emma’s chiding by pointing out that in the past two years she had become quite the man eater. It was true. From her first encounter at 16 to her recent foray into BDSM; men were but playthings to her and they all thought with their dicks. She always came out satisfied, glutted, and repleted. Only one had ever escaped her, Jason; a 36 year old welder. Jason was an odd one. Aside from having a strange obsession about salt in his food, he had a knack for avoiding messy situations and a kind of luck that was just uncanny.
“Ever see that movie, ‘Strange Land?’” asked Emma around a half-chewed mouthful of what seemed to be chicken salad. “Where Dee Snyder plays a psycho and meets girls online and then tortures them?”
Bethany laughed. “No one is going to want to torture me when they see tits like this.” She grabbed her bosoms and squeezed for emphasis. “Besides, all of that stuff about serial killers online is urban legend.”
“So, Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy and New Orleans John were all legend? Try reading a book sometime.”
Before she was able to offer up any more on the subject, she was cut off loudly by Bethany. “Tits!” Not only was she squeezing her breasts, but now she had hopped up and was trying to hit Emma in the head with them. Emma did her best to glower as she almost lost the last of her salad but quickly gave in and laughed with her best friend.
He looked at the pegboard on the wall of his workshop. Refusing to become a creature of habit, he perused the selection before him. One must not grow stagnant and remain with the same instrument for too long, after all. Systematically he went over every tool which hung before him. After several long moments, he selected the three-pound sledge hammer, lifted it from its pegs on the board and placed it into a brown leather duffel bag.
Bethany had been driving for over three hours now and was beginning to merge onto I-40 W when the psychic i-Pod began playing “Still Remains” by The Stone Temple Pilots. This was her most recent “favorite” song, having discovered it about two months ago on the local classic rock radio station. She adjusted the volume slightly inside of her white Escort and began to sing along with Scott Weiland. She hoped that she and Matt would be able to make love while this song played.
Slightly annoyed that Emma had bowed out of acting as safety net and travel companion, Bethany cracked open a Red Bull with one hand and sipped tentatively. As the song ended, she grunted her disapproval in her choice of energy drinks. “This lone wolf shit is for the birds. How any guy does it is beyond me.” Emma’s alleged excuse for bailing on her this weekend was studying. More likely that Emma was jonesing for some Black Ops and the PlayStation Network was hosting a double experience point weekend.
Bethany refused to allow the lack of Emma to turn the weekend into a total wash. However, if Matt was a no show or even worse — a sissy, a troll, ten years older than his pictures suggested or some gimp – she would simply excuse herself outside of his hotel room because she forgot her bag of toys in the car. Then, she would run like hell.
Of course, once freed of the undesirable, she had a weekend to kill in Nashville. Jason had once mentioned a place called Jack’s World Famous Barbecue. With a guy like Jason, this place was most likely worth checking out. Saturday would be leisurely sightseeing. If she was in no rush to come home early on Sunday, the Titans were hosting the Carolina Panthers.
First things first, she decided; don’t put the cart before the horse. She would first find out if she was getting laid tonight. Then, she would have a bite to eat.
It was just slightly past 8 when she finally arrived at the hotel. The sun had fully set, and the sounds of a Nashville night were beginning to stir. Even before she set foot out of her white Escort, she had made up her mind that she loved this city. She sent a text to Emma letting her know that she had arrived. Three minutes later, with no answer from Emma, Bethany checked her makeup in the rear view, grabbed her overnight bag and got out of the car.
After the final set of texts with Matt confirming the room number, Bethany knocked on door 214. As she watched the shadows move across the small peep hole, she immediately snapped herself into something that most would consider to be good posture. The door slowly opened, revealing a tall man with short cropped brown hair, large brown eyes, and a spattering of freckles. He was of an average build wearing a green and black rugby polo and khakis. He smiled shyly at her. If this was indeed “Matt”, then he was even more of a loser than she had imagined.
Awkward, she noticed a slight twinge in her stomach. Not butterflies or the anticipation of a new lover’s first kiss. Something different.
“Why do these guys always look better in their pictures,” she wondered to herself. “Matt?” she said, giving a beaming smile.
He smiled a little more widely. “Yeah…”
“Oh. My. God! It is so good to meet you!” She hopped up and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.
A whiff of the fragrance he was wearing made her frown slightly against his neck. It was light, not too overpowering, Notes of sugar, vanilla and something fruity.
She drew back and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes and then breathlessly whispered “Are you going to invite me in, baby?”
He blushed despite himself and smiled. It was quite genuine, and she was suddenly glad for her smoldering display. He stepped back and to the left and allowed her to come inside. As he was closing the door, he slipped the “Do Not Disturb” sign onto the outer handle.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs at the knees and smiled at him. He regarded her briefly and looked down at his lap in which his hands were folded. “How was your drive?”
Bethany was now beginning to lose her patience and decided to take the bull by the horns right there and then. She slipped off her sandals, and stood up, stretching as she did so.
“Well, I have been on the road for the better part of six hours…” she began as she pulled her top off over her head and dropped it on the floor. She reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and sliding it off of her shoulders and down her arms allowing her breasts to spill out. “… and I am all sorts of tense”. She walked slowly towards him and without waiting for any nod of approval, sat down in his lap and kissed him fully on the mouth. “Do you know where a girl like me can relieve some tension?”
It was not long at all before he had her tied to the bed. In fact, Bethany could have sworn that Matt broke some sort of speed record for getting a woman’s hands secured to a headboard. Her hands had been tied with nylon cord that went around the back of the headboard and hung across the bed knobs which adorned the corners. Her legs were spread eagle by means of nylon cord around her ankles which ran down and between the mattress and box springs. He had allowed her a few moments to get her panties off before he tied her in place, but aside from removing his shirt, he remained dressed. He had placed a brown leather duffel bag on the dresser and was rummaging through it, probably for toys.
Growing slightly bored, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sultriest voice she could muster. “Come on baby, get out of those pants and show me what you have for me.” She became aware of his heavy breathing and that he must be standing near her now. She smiled, opened her eyes and looked up at him.
Over his head was a sort of sack, a pillowcase perhaps . . . his eyes shining at her through two holes which had been encircled by black streaks of what was perhaps shoe polish. A horizontal line which must have been there to represent a mouth was several inches below the eyes. The sack was off white, dirty with sweat stains, dark smears and fingerprints of sienna, onyx, and viscera. She also became very aware of the large hammer which he held in his right hand over his head.
She had enough time to blurt out a rather surprised “Oh shit,”. Then the hammer plummeted towards her face.
He washed himself in the shower. The cold water sprayed over his body, and he felt calm. Lathering, rinsing, and repeating would have to wait until he got home. He did not want to leave them too much evidence, after all. As for the body, he would be taking it with him and disposing of it somewhere far away from this hotel.
He turned off the shower, stepped out and toweled himself dry. He began to dress and smugly looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was at that moment that he noticed something was terribly wrong. The mirror also held the bed in its reflection. The bed, with its gore-soaked pillow and stains; the nylon cords were still looped around the bed knobs and across the mattress. However, there was no girl. The girl, whose face was obliterated, smashed into nothingness, was not on the bed where he left her.
He took four deliberate, bold strides out of the bathroom and into the main room, stopping just before the foot of the bed. That was when something heavy, most likely his hammer, struck him in the back of the head.
He first became aware of the pain in his head and neck. Not only from the blow which had incapacitated him, but also in which the way he was sitting. He was tied to the bed, but in an upright position with his back against the headboard. He then became aware of the dryness in his mouth as well as the particular aroma of the gag in his mouth. Viewing himself in the mirror which was on the wall, it appeared that whoever had restrained him had used the girl’s panties to fashion a makeshift gag. His eyes then settled on the woman sitting in the chair by the door. Only the nude lower half of her body was visible in the low light of the room.
“A gentleman would make sure that a lady was satisfied before he finished up, you know. . . .” This was the girl’s voice, but the woman in the chair could not be her. Her legs were much longer, more muscular, and had not been shaved in weeks. The hands and forearms which rested upon the arm rests were far more rugged than the girl’s, but that was her voice, soft, sweet and mocking. The person in the chair leaned forward, her breasts considerably shrunken against the muscles of her chest and two rows of nipples running down her abdomen. “And to top it off, you just had to cum in my eye, didn’t you?” The face looking at him was hamburger. “That stings worse than anything, you know.” The face, pulling itself together resembled Bethany’s, but it was flattened, hairy, and fierce. She stood up out of the chair and walked- padded- towards the bed. What should be a five-foot-one girl was now a hunched-over Amazon of nearly eight feet. “Is this what guys like you are into?” Her voice was becoming deep, raspy, and guttural; almost as if she were beginning to growl her words rather than speak them. “I mean, is hurting a little girl what it takes to make you happy?” Her ears, pointed and broad, began to poke out of the mane of hair that was completely covering her face. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth for a long moment. “You’ve really cramped my plans for the weekend.” She looked at him one more time and then her blue eyes faded to complete black. “On the plus side, though. . .” The werewolf began to salivate. ”I won’t need to call out for dinner tonight.”
Have you ever dreamt about something great in life? About following your passion? About doing what you love, even though you’ve been discouraged by many? So have I. In elementary school, you’re taught to follow your dreams. You’re told,“You can be anything you want to be if you set your mind to it!”, no matter how out-of-the-box it might seem. As a little kid, you’d never think your dream would be crushed by reality, but once you enter high school and college, you see how ugly life can be.
Raise your hand if you put your dream aside to go to college and do what your parents and society thinks you should do. Are you raising your hand? Because I am. I always thought that having big dreams was a weakness, that wanting to do something that isn’t necessarily “realistic” was one of my biggest faults. That is, until I woke up and realized that wanting something bigger and better for myself was a gift, that being creative and artistic doesn’t have to take a back seat to science and math.
Having a passion is what gets me through the day. It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning and allows me to continue to do the things that I don’t necessarily enjoy doing. It’s the one thing that makes me understand why I was put on this earth and that reason is to create music.
Singing is the one thing that I really feel passionate about. Right now, it’s only a hobby but I hope one day to be able to create a career out of it. Of course, nowadays in the music industry, being able to sing is only the first step into making it. You also need to play at least one instrument if not more, read music, write songs, and so on.
It isn’t as simple as it used to be, but I don’t let the discourage me. I won’t let the “unrealistic career choice” statement affect me anymore.
It shouldn’t be about what other people think about your passion. It should be about what you think your purpose in life is, what your true calling is. Don’t let society run your life anymore.
My one piece of advice for you is this: follow your heart because in the end, only you have to live with the decisions you make. You can either be happy that you tried to follow your dreams, whether you succeeded or failed, or you fall asleep at night wondering what could have been. The choice is yours.
Tattoos or no tattoos– that is the question. For some, getting a tattoo is a big decision. You have to choose what to get, where to get it, if it really means that much to you, and so on and so forth. For others, it isn’t as big of a deal. They don’t need a specific reason for getting a tattoo or care as much of where. They see their body as a canvas, creating art through images and script lining their body. That type of person is me.
I love tattoos and the way they look on my body. Some people disagree, but I believe tattooing is an art and everyone should get one.
Despite that fact that I believe anyone can get a tattoo for any reason, picking the right tattoo artist is very important. Having a tattoo artist who doesn’t have much experience or someone who doesn’t take pride in their work is someone who you shouldn’t associate yourself with.
Just like drawing or painting, passion is a characteristic that every tattoo artist should have. If someone doesn’t enjoy what they are creating, more than likely they won’t put 100 percent into the tattoo that you want, making it less likely to look good.
Experience is equally as important as passion. If someone only has a year or two of tattooing under their belt, they most likely haven’t learned all the techniques and skills that someone with ten years of tattoo experience has. Experience also allows for understanding what places on the body are most sensitive, making it easier for them to know how to treat more sensitive parts of the body.
If a tattoo artist hasn’t been practicing for very long, then they haven’t drawn many tattoos in general. Would you want someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing to put needles in your body in hopes that the tattoo comes out correctly? I know I wouldn’t.
The number one tattoo parlor I recommend is Seventh Sin Tattoo. They are located in Charlotte, North Carolina and have the best and most experienced tattoo artists around. I know that Charlotte is somewhat far away, but the drive is worth the talent these artists have. I have gotten all four of my tattoos done byChris Toler, and I would never dream of going to anyone else.
If you are one of the people who needs to think about getting a tattoo for a long time, then please do. Don’t rush yourself into something that you’ll have for the rest of your life.
If you do end up wanting one, find the right artist for you. It’s amazing what an impact finding the right person can have. Tattoos can make or break a person, so take your time, go out there and make the right decision for you.
Art has been one of the most efficient ways to learn about the cultures of the world. There isn’t an exact estimate on when humans began making art, but we have examples dating back to roughly 50,000 years. From what we have gathered, prehistoric art was created to depict religious stories and rituals.. Creating statues for their gods and goddesses in hope it would provide them good fortune, fertility, food, etc.
5,500 years ago, the first known system of writing was developed by the Sumerians. This form of writing is known as cuneiform. Somewhere in the fourth millennium BCE, the ancient Egyptians developed the world’s first writing system, which we all know today as hieroglyphs/hieroglyphics. Each of these writing systems used little symbols and pictures to depict stories and historical events.
Which brings me to my point– art not only has been influencing the world historically, but also scientifically.
The reason we view some art and find it visually appealing, is because the artists took the time to create what they knew our brains would like biologically. When we see a cute little kitty, we think it is cute because their eyes are so much bigger in proportion to their heads. Imagine if we saw a cat with eyes the size of a rat’s eyes. They would probably be terrifying then.
When you view a work of a human who is represented as innocent, or perhaps devout, then maybe they would be represented with larger eyes to show their purity.
Art could also walk hand in hand with psychology. In art, there is this principle called line. It can be an actual, visual line that we see, or an implied line that our brain fills in. In psychology, we call what art calls implied line, closure. Closure is where our brain will see a cut out figure, but then fill in the gaps to create a new image. There are many other examples of how the two tie together, such as how sometimes our brain recognizes one image, and then another although it is just one image made up of many other images. In art that would most likely be known as illusion. Our brain likes to play tricks on us, and artists know exactly how to create compositions to do just that.
There is a video by a youtuber under the name Vsauce, who talks and describes in a video titled “Messages for the Future”just how we use art and science to potentially inform other lifeforms. In this video, Michael Stevens tells us about how there are these satellites launched up into space, some in orbit within our solar system, others, interstellar. Some have records with images of earth and earthlings. There is one, that has these plaques on it with images of what the typical human being looks like and messages written on them in binary code, in hopes that if someday, extra terrestrial beings were to discover them, they would be intelligent enough to decipher it. One satellite even has a record with a recordings of songs, human voices, animals and even a message from former president Jimmy Carter.
This record also contains 116 images, as well as the directions encrypted on the back. Stevens not only explains this, but also other ideas of how we could potentially reach out to other life, so be it. If interested, please check out the video, it is extremely informing and enlightening, and also shows how today, we still refer back to that ancient way of art, to document our existence.
Artists, Whim has a great opportunity for you! Whether you’re a doodler, sculptor, photographer, or painter, we at Whim are interested in showcasing your work. There isn’t a limit , so submit all of your favorite pieces.
You can submit your work via the “Submit a Story” tab on Whim’s homepage. Once you follow that link, you must fill in a bit of information and request an account for your art submissions. You’ll be contacted by one of the Whim staff, who will message you back and give you all of the information you need to get going.
Eventually, we hope to devote an entire to RU student art, with subcategories for various media. We hope to get the ball rolling with a student “Doodles” tab that features art on students’ tests, lecture notes, and homework.
The only requirement are that images aren’t obscene, and are clearly visible when scanned and submitted to us at Whim..
Even if youpersonally don’t plan on submitting anything, tell your friends. Even if they just draw silly doodles next to their notes, they might be interested in getting published online. It’s great to start building a portfolio. Student media is very valuable in that respect. Don’t let this opportunity pass you by. Contact us soon with any questions and we’ll work with you.
Continuing into the future, Whim will be working with all RU students to help them gain some experience with student media and expanding their portfolios. We will be looking for examples of your creativity through various art mediums, as well as our traditional written word. Submissions and questions are welcome!
No teenager can possibly be expected to have his or her life mapped out. It’s nearly impossible. Eighteen years old means freedom. In some cases, the temptation to revel in the new found separation from parents also leads to new forms of self-expression. Many times, that means getting a tattoo. However, this can easily lead to Godzilla-sized regrets. On the other hand, it can be a very positive thing in your life. The choice is up to each individual how the process is gone about.
First of all, if you’d like a tattoo, keep a few things in mind. The prospect of breaking out of your shell and taking a huge risk can be very appealing. There are right ways of going about this. Save your money for the right tattoo parlor. Beware: You could easily become one of the tattoo fail cases.
Tattoo fails happen a lot. Be wary of celeb tattoos and spelling errors. You might want a memorable quote on your arm and you wind up with “their,” instead of “they’re.” It also helps to be sober when getting a tattoo. Spelling errors ruin a cool tattoo idea.
Explore why you should get one too. Getting one can be to inspire your self, maybe even others. It could help you to remember an event or person or represent a personal belief. That can include culture and religion. These can even be treated as a new accessory, depending on where you’re tattooed. In the end, don’t forget that this is on your body and is your decision, so do it for yourself and not others. Its very nature is self-expression in our cultural context anyways.
Before making your inking appointment, try actually drawing the tattoo on. It’s a way to test how the tattoo would look and you may learn something new about it during this trial run. You won’t get ink poisoning. I promise. In addition to the trial run, as yourself a few pertinent questions like: “When will I have to hide this? Will I have to hide it from my family? Will this close any doors for you in the present/future? Will it open any?”
Of course there has been an increase of tattoo acceptance in the workplace, but that doesn’t mean that getting inked won’t limit your career choices. This doesn’t mean you can’t get any tattoos. Just keep professionalism in mind before making a rash decision. Don’t forget that you’re in college to plan your future. Personal image also includes hair color, clothes, and tattoos!
Take careful consideration in which tattoo you want on your body. Getting a logo on yourself makes you a walking advertisement. Not only that, but who knows what that company/product could be affiliated with in the future? Scandals happen. Also, be wary of tattoos in a foreign language! Do your research, guys. That awesome Chinese tattoo could mean anything and I mean anything.
Not too many years ago, tattoos were associated with sailors, criminals, and other unsavory groups in our culture. While this is still true for other parts of the world, modern American culture has embraced the more decorated of us. And of course, young adults, particularly of the college age, are seemingly more prone to choose a permanent artistic statement on their skin.
What makes these statements, though? How does that ink stay despite scrubbing or chlorine — which can bleach the natural pigment right out of your hair? How does it work — magic?
No. It’s not magic. The answer lies in the body’s immune system. Basically, your body recognizes the incoming foreign agent of needles depositing the ink deep into your skin as a threat. Then, your body begins a lifelong process from that point on of fighting off this threat. Sounds exhausting! However, your body heals the upper level of your epidermis and traps the ink in the lower levels in order to calm down the initial threat. Unfortunately, this eventually accounts for the fading over years as the ink sinks lower into your skin.
The delivery system for this process hasn’t changed since before your great-grandparents were probably giving disapproving looks to someone else’s tatted up grandparents. The original tattoo machine was patentedSamuel O’Reilly in 1891 and despite updates and variations, it hasn’t changed too much since.
Generally, a tattoo machine consists of one to a group of needles which penetrate the skin about 80 to 150 times per second. The video by TED-ed does a pretty good job of giving a close up on the whole process, for those interested. While it sounds pretty painful to some to have needles stab you repeatedly, hundreds and thousands of times, you can’t appreciate it the cool factor without seeing it!
Whether you think the process is a bitter means to an end or too fascinating to care, it’s important to be aware of the ins, outs, and risks if you’re thinking of partaking. Make sure to research any tattoo parlor and artist well ahead of time and consult with your chosen artist in advance of a needle ever coming close to your epidermis!
If you have a Facebook, you’ve probably seen a Humans of New York (HONY) post at least once. HONY was started in the summer of 2010 by Brandon Stanton as a photography project. Stanton walks the streets of New York City and photographs the intriguing people who live there.
Stanton has a remarkable talent for talking to complete strangers and photographing them in a way that lets you see just a glimpse of their everyday lives, including a quote by the subject. Sometimes these quotes are playful and innocent, but sometimes they’re extremely personal.
For example, one post showed a young man with a Mohawk and tattoos wearing spikes and leather. In his quote, the man explained that he went to jail for threatening to kill an older man who was stalking his younger sister. Many times Stanton photographs people’s hands or feet as they confess something personal, to keep their identity hidden. But even the photos that don’t show the hardship in people’s eyes somehow manage to show emotion.
Although the photos from NYC have always touched my heart, HONY’s newest adventure has done something incredible. In August, Stanton set out on a 50-day adventure around the world to photograph a whole array of people. While on this adventure, Stanton visited the Middle East.
Since 2001, the Middle East has been depicted as a desolate land full of barbarians and terrorists. Since then, it’s been hard to humanize the Middle East. But in the 13 years since 9/11, Stanton has done something that no one else has: he somehow overcame that barrier, and humanized the Middle East in a way that is absolutely beautiful.
If you’re a faithful HONY follower, you can appreciate the conversations that Stanton has with his subjects in New York. When you compare the posts from New York and the Middle East, you can see the same issues come up. One post in particular, a college-aged girl in Jordan explains that she pushes people away because she’s afraid to get hurt. I don’t know about other girls my age, but I’ve felt that way a million times.
Some of the heavier stories include a shop owner recalling the day the Taliban ripped apart his store and killed his friend. Seeing the sadness and terror in his eyes as he recalled the event is truly amazing. We hear about these things on the news, but we brush them off. Seeing a photo of the person, and seeing the words they have said really bring it home.
Since 9/11, there’s been so much judgment and hate towards Middle Easterners. I can recall snide remarks being made about some of my high school classmates who were of Middle Eastern descent, even if they lived in the US for their entire life. What HONY has done in the Middle East may be the most beautiful art project I’ve ever seen. Reading what these people have to say and what they’ve been through is heart wrenching.
No matter what stereotypes an area has, we must remember that the stereotypes are only true for a small group. As humans, we have to open our hearts and see that there are others who have the same battles, and there are some who have seen horrors beyond our imagination. Regardless, we need to start realizing these are people, just like us.
I challenge everyone to spend just 30 minutes scrolling through HONY. It will give you an amazing new perspective on not only the Middle East, but the people you pass on the streets. You never know what amazing stories someone has.
Clayton Pettet, a 19-year-old performance artist and sophomore at Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design has decided to create the performance art piece of a lifetime. “Art School Stole My Virginity” will consist of him losing his homosexual anal virginity with his partner and fellow artist on stage, in front of a live audience. The performance will take place on Jan. 25 in Hackney, East London and on top of all of this, Pettet will be asking the audience for feedback. Continue reading Having sex on … stage?→
Taylor Office and Art Supply is one of the more inexpensive places where you can get office and art supplies in Radford. Taylor Office and Art Supply is located just off Main Street, right across from New River Grill – conveniently located near campus. It’s a bit of a walk, but driving isn’t necessary, and the amount of money you save is definitely well worth it.
While most only know it as the little town between Roanoke and Lynchburg, I absolutely adore living in Bedford. I think that the small-town feel, combined with a rich history gives Bedford an advantage over cities like New York, Chicago and St. Louis. Continue reading RU Home for the Summer: Bedford, Va.→
Tattoos are much more accepted now than they were 20 years ago, and people get tattoos for many unique reasons. One of the most popular types of tattoos is a memorial for a lost loved one. Strangely enough, this trend has a new twist you may not have heard of. Continue reading Cremated ashes in tattoo ink gaining popularity→
This past Thursday, the critically-acclaimed theatre show STOMP came to Radford University. The show took the audience by storm; the audience spent almost the entire show cheering. The performance received a great turnout among faculty and students. The general consensus among the people I spoke with was that they absolutely enjoyed the event and would love to see it again. Continue reading STOMP debuts at Radford University→