Sunflowers are my favourite flowers. Hands down.
If you were to check my camera uploads, it is clear that I photograph them often. With their bright colour and beautiful form, how could I not?
A little while I decided to write a poem inspired by my the flower, and how we as people, may in some way relate to them.
Like a sunflower we follow light,
we wake at day
and sleep at night.
Some of us stand small,
smaller than the rest.
Others grow tall,
reaching for their best,
to be the biggest stem in the field.
Working hard we grew,
trying to outshine the sun
(something a flower cannot do).
Our fresh petals
burned by its scorching glare,
yet some forget their lesson
and the bravest dare
to go at it again,
to grow how they please,
maybe they will soon be
one day at ease.
By the end of tonight it is likely that some parents will never want to see a carnival game again. Maybe some houses will have a new pet goldfish, and some kids will have indulged in their sweet sugar fantaisies of candied apples and funnel cakes. This patten repeats for four days every September, when the Fall Fair comes to town.
Last year was the first time I went to the Fair properly, with friends. We bought all-day passes and went on all the rides (and by that I mean all the ones that were in our comfort zones).
This year I brought another friend along – my camera.
Below are some of the images that I took, my favourites out of the odd 200. I hope you like them as much as I do.
This summer flew by, and it flew by fast. I did enjoy it though, with an abundance of picnics, photoshoots and hangouts with friends.
Now it is the day before school starts and I can safely say — I am excited to go back.
Do not get me wrong, I definitely wish summer could go on a little longer (minus the heat we have been getting).
But I am excited to start my new classes.
Excited to see my friends everyday again.
Excited to be involved in clubs again.
Of course, no one is really excited for homework, tests, or tedious projects, and the stress that comes with them. While I guess it is inevitable, I still feel like this year is going to be a good one.
I hope it is a good one for you too.
I am not that great at art – and when I say art, I mean visual art. Put a camera in front of me and I can sometimes work magic, but a paintbrush? Not so much.
When I was younger I used to draw and paint, my creativity fueled by my surroundings, school art classes, and family. When my Kindergarten teacher had decided it was time to retire, left my old school a few years after I had her, I presented her with a painted picture on canvas as a present for everything she had done for me, and my class.
Since then I transitioned to writing; writing poetry since 5th grade and later photography towards the end of 7th. I became less confident in my visual art skills, and I rarely chose to paint or draw compared to how often I’d jump at the chance of taking photos with friends.
Then, I was introduced to bullet and art journaling through Instagram and Tumblr.
Art journaling fit me like a glove. It could incorporate mixed media, a combination of painting, printed pictures, drawing, and writing. I could even add items like old receipts or ticket stubs from happy memories.
I would have to say that the brand Moleskine with it’s classic, blank pages is my preferred type of journal, and I have been filling these books for almost 2 years now. I love sharing pages of whatever I happen to create here and there on my Instagram (@aesthatiic) and have cultivated inspiration from other people sharing photos of their favourite spreads on the platform.
Below I have added some of my favourite pages from these past few months. If you are anything like me, I hope this inspires you to start a journal of your own as they are outlets for creativity that can take as many watts as you are willing to put in.
Inspiration is an important player when it comes to the game of anything and everything. What inspires you to do something, what drives you to create? Where do you get your inspiration from?
I commonly see these questions, the last one specifically.
Personally, I do not get inspiration from one particular source.
My inspiration is like a thunderstorm, a common occurrence. I get my it from my surroundings such as friends, family members, nature and of course, the goldmine that is the internet. I could be scrolling through Instagram one day, and bam, it will hit me.
That is the thing with inspiration, it can strike you any time, any where. (Like at 1 in the morning, when I should probably be sleeping yet instead chose to write this blog post…)
Sometimes the storm of motivation and ideas is fleeting, yet other times it lasts longer than you originally could have hoped.
Once it passes, it is always such a sight to see that the thunder and the lighting may lead to something, a rainbow. That occasion where your inspiration leads to something beautiful.
Conflicting views and differing perspective are things that we see all the time. Whether two people disagree about the binder colour for the subject of Math, or butt heads on larger issues like governmental policies there is always someone who will see the other side of an argument or issue and try to argue their stance. Of course, when backed by facts, any stance is valid. But where does that leave you, and any others who are affected by the larger issues like foreign policy, universal healthcare, and immigration? And what makes one view better and more valid than the other?
For this poem, I was inspired by arguments on Instagram, debates in the classroom, conversations on TV, and glasses. Around my room I have a few different pairs of glasses, some sunglasses, and others which can be considered “fashion” pairs.
Each pair portrays a slightly different world, tinted pink, slightly darker or distorted. In the image I took, they are all in conflict with each other. It is up to you to pick the one you think suits you best, the one that will give you the best view, the best protection and the best use for its purpose. Based off of the picture, I chose to write “Conflicting Views” which you can read below.
A pair of ideals,
lenses on the left and right,
fighting to make you see
different things in different light.
a resting frame on your nose.
Depending on which way you look,
your opinion grows.
yet each overlaps the other.
All fighting the same problem
with a different fix,
hopefully something better than
a few parlour tricks.
When I was younger, everything was so much bigger, much more important.
I was 5 years old the first time my family went to India, and it was my first time out of the county. The second time we went was when I was just 7.
Before the second trip, I remember having a pink velcro wallet with the smiling faces of Disney Princesses printed on it.
The visit was highly anticipated by myself as it was a chance to see my family again, but also buy toys, clothes, and food I would otherwise not get in Canada. I remember saving up all the money I could, to a point where my wallet was bursting with change and bills.
When I went to exchange the cash for rupees with my parents, I was astounded. I had saved a whole 40 dollars.
Back then, it seemed like such a big feat of mine. Yet now with expenses like phones, laptops, cars, and school overall, the number seems insignificant.
When I was younger the smallest achievements, events, and places seemed like the biggest things. 40 dollars meant I was rich, my elementary school of 250 kids was the whole world, and so was everything that happened in it.
Now that I have “grown up” my perspective has shifted and these small feats are not what they used to be, but part of me wishes they were.