The act of creating something, whether it is beautiful or not, it is still art. Whether it is a poem, novel, painting, sculpture. You are an artist and by creating any form of art you have performed the skill of artistry. You are an artist, we all are.
Clever use of concepts within the human mind to covey thought, emotion, or feelings to another with or without words. Any amount of complexity is effective in expressing the artist’s intent.
the phone rang. It was the 7th time today. If this was another telemarketer, i will force my way through the phone and throttle them, she thought.
“Hello,” she answered with the artistry of a domestic who is tired of answering phones
Beauty and power. It can change peoples minds. Painting. Art. Swimming. The Ocean. Water. Blue. Seaweed. Sand. Salt. Food. Hamburger. McDonalds. Woah we’re talking about artistry. It’s a feeling and a skill where you have to go deep within your feelings.
I stood gazing at the exhibit, lost in thought. Never before had I seen artistry like this … and I probably never would again. It was an ancient art … no one in this day and age had the time, heart, or vision to carry it forward.
It’s form, movement, a lifestyle. Some draw with it while others tap dance or make a woman vanish right before your glancing eyes. They can easily slip into a jello like form and dream in a bubble only they know as theirs. Their surroundings are vivid and full of life; no matter what’s there. When they touch they feel with their eyes. Their soul. Their mind. Speaking of minds, their is always going. Never on and yet slightly off? It’s possible. But when it comes down to it, their unreliable, in a good sense. They’re artists. Actors. Poets. Chefs. Artistry is them. And that’s just fine.
artistry is the ability to create something of artistic value. But, what is artistic value? That is much difficult to define. Some may consider it to be anything strike them as beautiful or moving. Others see it under technical criteria.
Expression of the mind through physical strokes, not completely considered.
Absolute serenity.
Calm breathes.
Long, calm breathes where my emotion seeps from my lungs.
Beautifully disturbing creations of my mind, never seen before.
Clementine watched as the men walked through Holding. Each one stopping and eying her up, eying Elizabeth up, eying Grace up. They all did it with such grace, she had a feeling that maybe they attended some kind of class. Mother had told her that before all this had happened, people in the South used to have ‘coming out’ as ‘adult’ parties, and took lessons for them. She couldn’t remember the proper name, but by the looks if it, these guys had ‘how to pick your woman’ lessons, for they all looked exactly the same. Well, except for him. He had much more artistry – in the way he moved, in the way he looked, in the way he talked.
I have none of it, except the question marks my eyebrows become when you spread your words out like medals, or the curve of the hip perhaps as it swings under your sly gaze, I have no talent, my voice is a guileless wave, if you are swept you are ready.
making art.. being an artist… music, painting, dancing, singing, writing, acting… the act of being an artist… being creative, being a free spirit, choosing to make life less boring.. loving life.. self expression….
What the hell is artistry? Who knows, many people have thought about it but none have found the answer.
Some say is related to art, others, think it goes the opposite way, giving the word a double edge feel.
deft hands and nimble minds are my tools of the trade. i wield the pen and form words into thoughts and thoughts into dreams and dreams into reality all with my hands and mind.
Its is art or kind of art I think. I dont really know about this so yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some say NaNoWriMo ignores artistry. I don’t think this is true. This isn’t where I want to go with this.
Artistry can mean many things. The artistry required in matters of the heart is what I must learn now. This isn’t helping me now, but I’ll keep typing. I need to write a song.
A great painter can capture many words in one picture They can use a myriad of colours and portray to the viewer a 3d experience. Great artists are people like Da Vinci, Vincent Van Gough
i believe i am an artist.
when my limbs stretch long and lean
and i dance with my heart on my sleeve and my ballet shoe and my leotard
i believe i am an artist
i believe that you can read my mind through my dancing
therefore i am an artist
its is something lost in a timezone that can only be found without thinking
the type of thinking i am thinking of is the kind that takes effort and makes your brain hurt. the other type of thinking is okay though
Artistry is a cosmetic range by Amway, you know, the company that rivals the Scientologists for the “We could but a cult, but we’re not!” title. I can’t believe we were ever talked into fronting this strange this enterprise…….
creative. free. fresh air. love. untamed. unlimited. express. this is what it means to me, what could it possibly mean for you? open a box, open a window, walk through the door, discover.
“hurry up!” her roommate called in annoyance, obviously frustrated that neither of them had been allowed to leave the apartment for the last four hours. “just–wait–one more–” the artist replied, hand flying over the canvas in quick, sure strokes. the roommate huffed and tapped her foot, hiding just how excited she was for her roommate’s infamous painting to be finished. “viola!” she finally finished with a flourish and a grin, spinning the canvas around to face her roommate. cue the jaw drop. “…damn, girl. artistry. right there.”
The flow of colors, nicely blended together, dropping lightly into water and dispersing to transparent. Did I add a touch of special to your lives? Am I just turning into dull gray? In a way, if this was meant to be, then good by to the period of you and me. Baroque, Classical Romantic, Contemporary… Onto the next period!
the making of something that is your own. it is free. it is easy, natural. love it because it is yours, not what others want. dont see what society tells you to see. be your own creator. make your own creation, and in turn you will make a better, you.
The artistry of crafting these history outlines go unnoticed by adults and unappreciated by our fellow peers. I would like to send off an announcement to fellow overachievers and share that we are not alone in our marathon to excel, succeed, and impress.
being able to express how you feel through scenes that can be shared by others. its your unique ability to create something completely new. you can never make “bad” art or be a bad artist. artistry is flexible.
The artistry of being cordial to those you don’t much care for is just that…an artform. Many situations occur that hone the skill of being cordial. The first step is to appear only vaguely bothered by their presence. Next, one must achieve a look of serenity that is often hard to maintain while sober.
Artistry is a gift from god. He or she who has artistry tend to be more sensitive compare to other who has not. Uncontrollable of artistry may lead to depression.
Stained glass with the sun shinning through is artistry to me. Music, literature all of the less obviously necessary elements that make life worthwhile are acts of artistry.
artistry. not a good word, i am not much of an artist. Well, that’s not true. I am not an artist in the sense of drawing. I am an artist in other ways. An artist is subjective. I am an artist of words, an artist of happiness and feeling.
There were people performing tonight, at a club, that had no sense of artistry what so ever.
The irony of this being the world of the day is shaking me to my very foundation.
Shaking with laughter.
It’s okay to be a snob–if you’re awesome.
It’s okay to try and rap–if you understand that you’re only trying.
But when well and fell create the entire summation of your “artistry” and you only think rap is about rhythm and rhyme and not about the implementation of rhetoric to fuel a passion so great no one can quell the swell of your words, work and world, then you’re not an artist.
It’s time to strive for mastery, not just a passing grade.
Be better than you are.
Please.
I am an artistic person. any word with art in it applies to me. i have a wide variety of artistry skills. i love to knit, draw, write, and design. Art :)
Her artistry stunned him and she didn’t even think twice about it. The fact that one woman could come up with such a magnificent painting in such a short amount of time was more impressive than anything he had ever seen. He marveled at the beauty, both hers and the painting’s.
the basis of artistry of any kind is passion. without passion paper is just compressed wood, music is just noise, laughter is just vibrations, and love is nothing but a gut wrenching, heart palpitating mess.
With nimble fingers,
She wove their web,
Threads intertwining,
loosening,
tightening,
Over and under,
When the twisted fibers met their end,
She tied a knot, and walked away.
my acting teachers wears tight pants. My teacher is old, so he can get away with this. He also has an impressive body for his age, so he can still do this. But then he puts one leg up on a chair and everyone can take a look at whats going on. I notice that those recieving critisism will have to resist darting their eyes in shock and wonder of his business.
i love this its very fun and differnt world peace manners help lines sex and cigaerttes sexsexsexsexsex sublime hymns all night long in the pouring rain jumping on a trampoline with a darling feather boa, eating chicken watching the simpsons sceraming for joy, hard har harrr. ya braski
The act of creating something, whether it is beautiful or not, it is still art. Whether it is a poem, novel, painting, sculpture. You are an artist and by creating any form of art you have performed the skill of artistry. You are an artist, we all are.
Clever use of concepts within the human mind to covey thought, emotion, or feelings to another with or without words. Any amount of complexity is effective in expressing the artist’s intent.
the phone rang. It was the 7th time today. If this was another telemarketer, i will force my way through the phone and throttle them, she thought.
“Hello,” she answered with the artistry of a domestic who is tired of answering phones
Beauty and power. It can change peoples minds. Painting. Art. Swimming. The Ocean. Water. Blue. Seaweed. Sand. Salt. Food. Hamburger. McDonalds. Woah we’re talking about artistry. It’s a feeling and a skill where you have to go deep within your feelings.
I stood gazing at the exhibit, lost in thought. Never before had I seen artistry like this … and I probably never would again. It was an ancient art … no one in this day and age had the time, heart, or vision to carry it forward.
It’s form, movement, a lifestyle. Some draw with it while others tap dance or make a woman vanish right before your glancing eyes. They can easily slip into a jello like form and dream in a bubble only they know as theirs. Their surroundings are vivid and full of life; no matter what’s there. When they touch they feel with their eyes. Their soul. Their mind. Speaking of minds, their is always going. Never on and yet slightly off? It’s possible. But when it comes down to it, their unreliable, in a good sense. They’re artists. Actors. Poets. Chefs. Artistry is them. And that’s just fine.
artistry is the ability to create something of artistic value. But, what is artistic value? That is much difficult to define. Some may consider it to be anything strike them as beautiful or moving. Others see it under technical criteria.
Expression of the mind through physical strokes, not completely considered.
Absolute serenity.
Calm breathes.
Long, calm breathes where my emotion seeps from my lungs.
Beautifully disturbing creations of my mind, never seen before.
Clementine watched as the men walked through Holding. Each one stopping and eying her up, eying Elizabeth up, eying Grace up. They all did it with such grace, she had a feeling that maybe they attended some kind of class. Mother had told her that before all this had happened, people in the South used to have ‘coming out’ as ‘adult’ parties, and took lessons for them. She couldn’t remember the proper name, but by the looks if it, these guys had ‘how to pick your woman’ lessons, for they all looked exactly the same. Well, except for him. He had much more artistry – in the way he moved, in the way he looked, in the way he talked.
I have none of it, except the question marks my eyebrows become when you spread your words out like medals, or the curve of the hip perhaps as it swings under your sly gaze, I have no talent, my voice is a guileless wave, if you are swept you are ready.
what
making art.. being an artist… music, painting, dancing, singing, writing, acting… the act of being an artist… being creative, being a free spirit, choosing to make life less boring.. loving life.. self expression….
What the hell is artistry? Who knows, many people have thought about it but none have found the answer.
Some say is related to art, others, think it goes the opposite way, giving the word a double edge feel.
Artistry means creativity in an art form. It means using your imagination to create something unique. Unique to you. Artistry.
deft hands and nimble minds are my tools of the trade. i wield the pen and form words into thoughts and thoughts into dreams and dreams into reality all with my hands and mind.
Its is art or kind of art I think. I dont really know about this so yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some say NaNoWriMo ignores artistry. I don’t think this is true. This isn’t where I want to go with this.
Artistry can mean many things. The artistry required in matters of the heart is what I must learn now. This isn’t helping me now, but I’ll keep typing. I need to write a song.
A great painter can capture many words in one picture They can use a myriad of colours and portray to the viewer a 3d experience. Great artists are people like Da Vinci, Vincent Van Gough
Artistry is to rackle the senses. It is a symbol of growth of civilization
i believe i am an artist.
when my limbs stretch long and lean
and i dance with my heart on my sleeve and my ballet shoe and my leotard
i believe i am an artist
i believe that you can read my mind through my dancing
therefore i am an artist
its is something lost in a timezone that can only be found without thinking
the type of thinking i am thinking of is the kind that takes effort and makes your brain hurt. the other type of thinking is okay though
Artistry is a cosmetic range by Amway, you know, the company that rivals the Scientologists for the “We could but a cult, but we’re not!” title. I can’t believe we were ever talked into fronting this strange this enterprise…….
creative. free. fresh air. love. untamed. unlimited. express. this is what it means to me, what could it possibly mean for you? open a box, open a window, walk through the door, discover.
“hurry up!” her roommate called in annoyance, obviously frustrated that neither of them had been allowed to leave the apartment for the last four hours. “just–wait–one more–” the artist replied, hand flying over the canvas in quick, sure strokes. the roommate huffed and tapped her foot, hiding just how excited she was for her roommate’s infamous painting to be finished. “viola!” she finally finished with a flourish and a grin, spinning the canvas around to face her roommate. cue the jaw drop. “…damn, girl. artistry. right there.”
The flow of colors, nicely blended together, dropping lightly into water and dispersing to transparent. Did I add a touch of special to your lives? Am I just turning into dull gray? In a way, if this was meant to be, then good by to the period of you and me. Baroque, Classical Romantic, Contemporary… Onto the next period!
the making of something that is your own. it is free. it is easy, natural. love it because it is yours, not what others want. dont see what society tells you to see. be your own creator. make your own creation, and in turn you will make a better, you.
The artistry of crafting these history outlines go unnoticed by adults and unappreciated by our fellow peers. I would like to send off an announcement to fellow overachievers and share that we are not alone in our marathon to excel, succeed, and impress.
being able to express how you feel through scenes that can be shared by others. its your unique ability to create something completely new. you can never make “bad” art or be a bad artist. artistry is flexible.
a deft touch; measured against unique standards; life + dreams = art
The artistry of being cordial to those you don’t much care for is just that…an artform. Many situations occur that hone the skill of being cordial. The first step is to appear only vaguely bothered by their presence. Next, one must achieve a look of serenity that is often hard to maintain while sober.
Artistry is a gift from god. He or she who has artistry tend to be more sensitive compare to other who has not. Uncontrollable of artistry may lead to depression.
Stained glass with the sun shinning through is artistry to me. Music, literature all of the less obviously necessary elements that make life worthwhile are acts of artistry.
artistry. not a good word, i am not much of an artist. Well, that’s not true. I am not an artist in the sense of drawing. I am an artist in other ways. An artist is subjective. I am an artist of words, an artist of happiness and feeling.
There were people performing tonight, at a club, that had no sense of artistry what so ever.
The irony of this being the world of the day is shaking me to my very foundation.
Shaking with laughter.
It’s okay to be a snob–if you’re awesome.
It’s okay to try and rap–if you understand that you’re only trying.
But when well and fell create the entire summation of your “artistry” and you only think rap is about rhythm and rhyme and not about the implementation of rhetoric to fuel a passion so great no one can quell the swell of your words, work and world, then you’re not an artist.
It’s time to strive for mastery, not just a passing grade.
Be better than you are.
Please.
I am an artistic person. any word with art in it applies to me. i have a wide variety of artistry skills. i love to knit, draw, write, and design. Art :)
Her artistry stunned him and she didn’t even think twice about it. The fact that one woman could come up with such a magnificent painting in such a short amount of time was more impressive than anything he had ever seen. He marveled at the beauty, both hers and the painting’s.
the basis of artistry of any kind is passion. without passion paper is just compressed wood, music is just noise, laughter is just vibrations, and love is nothing but a gut wrenching, heart palpitating mess.
With nimble fingers,
She wove their web,
Threads intertwining,
loosening,
tightening,
Over and under,
When the twisted fibers met their end,
She tied a knot, and walked away.
my acting teachers wears tight pants. My teacher is old, so he can get away with this. He also has an impressive body for his age, so he can still do this. But then he puts one leg up on a chair and everyone can take a look at whats going on. I notice that those recieving critisism will have to resist darting their eyes in shock and wonder of his business.
i love this its very fun and differnt world peace manners help lines sex and cigaerttes sexsexsexsexsex sublime hymns all night long in the pouring rain jumping on a trampoline with a darling feather boa, eating chicken watching the simpsons sceraming for joy, hard har harrr. ya braski