I have a bag of art materials at school. For this reason, what do you think. I am an artist right? Wrong. I am not. I like to draw and create art. I am not a professional artist.Yet.
Things might change though, certain life materials may differ. The world around us is changing in every way possible. We wont know what’s next for us. We just have to go with the flow.
I imagine my life to be a patchwork quilt – patterns stitched together with persona thread and healing needle, responsible for bringing it all together.
The materials were all piled up on the table, ready to go. She had seven different projects but none of them were the right one. What she really wanted to do was make a coat for her true love. The problem was, nothing was right for that. She’d dreamed of the right fabric once but she’d never found it in the waking world.
Some times my sister pretends she’s going to make me a dress so I go and buy materials, give them to her, and then they sit in a box at her house waiting for a time when she no longer has other responsibilities and can get to my clothes. This time never comes. Soon I will be able to make a parachute, made of potential dresses and hope.
Take your sticks and start the fire
underneath a bushel of money and material goods.
I shouldn’t or I should–it’s not the real question.
The question is what the quest should be.
Believe me.
I see the future and know what I’m talking about.
It was the first day of school. I nervously ran my sweaty palms down the front of my jeans as I boarded my bus. This morning, to calm myself down, I had sorted out my materials for school: pencils (mechanical, only, of course), pens, markers; you name,I got it.
quickly nurse I need those materials. Which ones? The ones to operate with. what kind of nurse are you any way? I’m not a nurse I’m your sister. And your making toast not completing surgery
shoes and pencils. I like materials, it reminds me of making things from scratch. Which is something I’m really into at the moment, especially food. Baking or cooking. Either works fine. I think of people who sew and people who can make creative things
art material are precious and help kids learn how to draw and stuff and yreah gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo art whoooooooo art arty artyarty artyt materaial
i like materials
they help develope things
such as clothes
animals clothes
sheets
blankets
there are many types of materials
materials create an object
he pushed them around with is fingertips. making swirling marks on the table, as though he were writing words, beautiful words in some other language. his eyes were empty.
He knew he should have studied. that’s apparent now, but how easy it is to forget! how is anyone supposed to remember what he is supposed to remember with all this noise?
material things are dumb. people should think more about personality and what is on the inside rather than what is going on with material objects. Fabric material on the other hand is much different. you can do so much with it. like make togas and stuff. I am made of material and I am ok with that because it is good.
He didn’t know if he would have enough to finish the house. Would he be able to make a livable space with what he had salvaged from the house that the storm knocked down? He had to, somehow.
the materials I need for life are few. Food, air, nothing. I just need to stay alive. Happiness, life, everything. No materials really. The clouds made me happy today. Air, something I need, also beautiful. Food. I wouldnt mind some thai food. Something with peanuts. Air wont fill me up I suppose. Materials…
the most important materials for life are a pencil & paper, or these days, a computer. Life originates from the heart and is released through the fingers.
what surrounds me every day. what i use to build, create, explore my mind. the components i use in each alcove of my life. required for the composition of any great idea.
That is what I have been gathering today. Materials that will allow my creativity, or at least what’s left of it, morph them into something I am proud of. I’ve been suppressing it for a while, but now’s a good time to just let it go.
Materials. Apparatus. The things I carry around and the things that most effectively describe me as a person. The composition of my materials? A battered iPod Nano, a Nintendo DS, and a gaming laptop with an ornate mouse.
Goodness what good was a seamstress without her materials? Anna searched around frantically but it was all for nothing. She knew she had lost them, all of them. Her siccors her thread even her needle! Oh God this was turning into the worst day ever! She sighed and slumped down onto the coold concrete not caring if people stared at her or not. Her materials were GONE! How was she supposed to make her livlyhood?
the materials we found everywhere. I couldnt even keep track of them all. I picked them up and threw each in a bag that was on my shoulder but they kept falling out. How could I possibly go on without them all? I couldnt. So I kept reaching for them. My fingers were so tired I could barely
Materials. We all have them and they are so important to us. I think of the materials I need in my classroom everyday. Scissors, tape, colorful paper, crayons. It’s funny how important those items are to a preschool class, but how unimportant they are in the grand scheme of things.
materials fashion fabric and project runway because tim gunn always says it. actually he doesnt but he does sometimes. all different colors and shapes and textures and sizes and making things from the materials you have.
when i think of this i think of fashion and creativity. materials as in fabric and buttons and fashion items and shoes and fun stuff. colorful exciting materials when making a project and crayons and glue and sparkles.
These materials were useless. I only had five hours to make the most extraordinary wedding cake the world had ever seen, and I was stuck with soft cake and hard icing
I had the right materials to make the poster, but that didn’t mean I wanted to. I had tried making up excuses for why I couldn’t make one…. but my teacher always had a solution.
The materials given to me were all I had in my possession. It was a knife, a shard of glass, and a tent. How long could I survive with these? I trembled in the dark, scared of the possible dangers outside this cave. I did not plan to go out any time soon. But then again, my only other choice was to sit here and die.
I needed to find out what had happened. What materials did I have at my disposal in order to accomplish this task? I had walked for miles and had not found a single newspaper kiosk or dispenser.
The world is full of them. Everyone has them. Everyone wants them or thinks they want them. This may be a bit of a generalization, but it’s true, on some degree or level. Do you see people standing in the middle of the woods stark naked hunting and gathering for their lives and living in trees? No. You do not. Not in modern civilization, anyway. Oh well. That’s life.
I will give you the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet, the change in my pockets to make you feel less exposed. I will give you whatever you need, but you are so far away and my arms are short.
I have a lot of craft materials in my room. I used them today to make two Christmas tree cut outs. I then made my roommate and I fun Christmas tree name tag things for our door! They look really good. My hands are freezing….
find us in one state, or another. driving down a straight highway, we might hear our children quote from “his dark materials”. your children know daemons are real. what’s yours look like? maybe you should ask your children.
are what we are made of. it’s funny when the materials are unconventional, like laughter, honey, peanut butter, or cardboard. i’m here, and i’m made of five different materials. life, love, lead, fun, and a smile.
are the things that you need for everything. material can be also everything. the greatest one of them is LOVE. if you have love, then you have everything to accomplish anything.
I took the bolt of fabric from him and smiled. ‘This is just enough,’ I said. I wasn’t lying. I had measured it countless times as his back was turned, hands flying across the grain of the weave, tape furling and unfurling across its yardage.
‘Don’t use it all in one place,’ he said, smiling back, and I noticed the tell-tale signs of a mouth that had braces for many years. Little whiter discoloured suggestions of circles in the middle of the face of each otherwise pristine front tooth.
I perched the bolt on my shoulder and turned to go, but he placed a hand on it, unbalancing me, stopping me. ‘Don’t rip any of it, please,’ he said, his voice soft, personal, ‘use sharp scissors.’
lots of brushes. All shapes and sizes. The paint is colorful. I will create a picture. Clouds and the sun just peeking through. The box is mine.
I have a bag of art materials at school. For this reason, what do you think. I am an artist right? Wrong. I am not. I like to draw and create art. I am not a professional artist.Yet.
Things might change though, certain life materials may differ. The world around us is changing in every way possible. We wont know what’s next for us. We just have to go with the flow.
I imagine my life to be a patchwork quilt – patterns stitched together with persona thread and healing needle, responsible for bringing it all together.
The materials were all piled up on the table, ready to go. She had seven different projects but none of them were the right one. What she really wanted to do was make a coat for her true love. The problem was, nothing was right for that. She’d dreamed of the right fabric once but she’d never found it in the waking world.
Some times my sister pretends she’s going to make me a dress so I go and buy materials, give them to her, and then they sit in a box at her house waiting for a time when she no longer has other responsibilities and can get to my clothes. This time never comes. Soon I will be able to make a parachute, made of potential dresses and hope.
Take your sticks and start the fire
underneath a bushel of money and material goods.
I shouldn’t or I should–it’s not the real question.
The question is what the quest should be.
Believe me.
I see the future and know what I’m talking about.
It was the first day of school. I nervously ran my sweaty palms down the front of my jeans as I boarded my bus. This morning, to calm myself down, I had sorted out my materials for school: pencils (mechanical, only, of course), pens, markers; you name,I got it.
quickly nurse I need those materials. Which ones? The ones to operate with. what kind of nurse are you any way? I’m not a nurse I’m your sister. And your making toast not completing surgery
shoes and pencils. I like materials, it reminds me of making things from scratch. Which is something I’m really into at the moment, especially food. Baking or cooking. Either works fine. I think of people who sew and people who can make creative things
art material are precious and help kids learn how to draw and stuff and yreah gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo art whoooooooo art arty artyarty artyt materaial
i like materials
they help develope things
such as clothes
animals clothes
sheets
blankets
there are many types of materials
materials create an object
he pushed them around with is fingertips. making swirling marks on the table, as though he were writing words, beautiful words in some other language. his eyes were empty.
He knew he should have studied. that’s apparent now, but how easy it is to forget! how is anyone supposed to remember what he is supposed to remember with all this noise?
material things are dumb. people should think more about personality and what is on the inside rather than what is going on with material objects. Fabric material on the other hand is much different. you can do so much with it. like make togas and stuff. I am made of material and I am ok with that because it is good.
Suck on my materials. your mom uses materials.
He didn’t know if he would have enough to finish the house. Would he be able to make a livable space with what he had salvaged from the house that the storm knocked down? He had to, somehow.
my biggest problem is thinking of new writing material. someone help! post your ideas below! help out a fellow writer!
flesh, blood, bone, a mind full of ideas. a soul? also, love. and a ninja
the materials I need for life are few. Food, air, nothing. I just need to stay alive. Happiness, life, everything. No materials really. The clouds made me happy today. Air, something I need, also beautiful. Food. I wouldnt mind some thai food. Something with peanuts. Air wont fill me up I suppose. Materials…
the most important materials for life are a pencil & paper, or these days, a computer. Life originates from the heart and is released through the fingers.
what surrounds me every day. what i use to build, create, explore my mind. the components i use in each alcove of my life. required for the composition of any great idea.
That is what I have been gathering today. Materials that will allow my creativity, or at least what’s left of it, morph them into something I am proud of. I’ve been suppressing it for a while, but now’s a good time to just let it go.
Materials. Apparatus. The things I carry around and the things that most effectively describe me as a person. The composition of my materials? A battered iPod Nano, a Nintendo DS, and a gaming laptop with an ornate mouse.
Goodness what good was a seamstress without her materials? Anna searched around frantically but it was all for nothing. She knew she had lost them, all of them. Her siccors her thread even her needle! Oh God this was turning into the worst day ever! She sighed and slumped down onto the coold concrete not caring if people stared at her or not. Her materials were GONE! How was she supposed to make her livlyhood?
the materials we found everywhere. I couldnt even keep track of them all. I picked them up and threw each in a bag that was on my shoulder but they kept falling out. How could I possibly go on without them all? I couldnt. So I kept reaching for them. My fingers were so tired I could barely
Materials. We all have them and they are so important to us. I think of the materials I need in my classroom everyday. Scissors, tape, colorful paper, crayons. It’s funny how important those items are to a preschool class, but how unimportant they are in the grand scheme of things.
materials fashion fabric and project runway because tim gunn always says it. actually he doesnt but he does sometimes. all different colors and shapes and textures and sizes and making things from the materials you have.
when i think of this i think of fashion and creativity. materials as in fabric and buttons and fashion items and shoes and fun stuff. colorful exciting materials when making a project and crayons and glue and sparkles.
These materials were useless. I only had five hours to make the most extraordinary wedding cake the world had ever seen, and I was stuck with soft cake and hard icing
I had the right materials to make the poster, but that didn’t mean I wanted to. I had tried making up excuses for why I couldn’t make one…. but my teacher always had a solution.
The materials given to me were all I had in my possession. It was a knife, a shard of glass, and a tent. How long could I survive with these? I trembled in the dark, scared of the possible dangers outside this cave. I did not plan to go out any time soon. But then again, my only other choice was to sit here and die.
I needed to find out what had happened. What materials did I have at my disposal in order to accomplish this task? I had walked for miles and had not found a single newspaper kiosk or dispenser.
The world is full of them. Everyone has them. Everyone wants them or thinks they want them. This may be a bit of a generalization, but it’s true, on some degree or level. Do you see people standing in the middle of the woods stark naked hunting and gathering for their lives and living in trees? No. You do not. Not in modern civilization, anyway. Oh well. That’s life.
I will give you the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet, the change in my pockets to make you feel less exposed. I will give you whatever you need, but you are so far away and my arms are short.
I have a lot of craft materials in my room. I used them today to make two Christmas tree cut outs. I then made my roommate and I fun Christmas tree name tag things for our door! They look really good. My hands are freezing….
Forgotten memories. A building block for a new tomorrow upon the rundown decadence of yesterday. Bone and blood from our fallen foes.
find us in one state, or another. driving down a straight highway, we might hear our children quote from “his dark materials”. your children know daemons are real. what’s yours look like? maybe you should ask your children.
are what we are made of. it’s funny when the materials are unconventional, like laughter, honey, peanut butter, or cardboard. i’m here, and i’m made of five different materials. life, love, lead, fun, and a smile.
are the things that you need for everything. material can be also everything. the greatest one of them is LOVE. if you have love, then you have everything to accomplish anything.
I took the bolt of fabric from him and smiled. ‘This is just enough,’ I said. I wasn’t lying. I had measured it countless times as his back was turned, hands flying across the grain of the weave, tape furling and unfurling across its yardage.
‘Don’t use it all in one place,’ he said, smiling back, and I noticed the tell-tale signs of a mouth that had braces for many years. Little whiter discoloured suggestions of circles in the middle of the face of each otherwise pristine front tooth.
I perched the bolt on my shoulder and turned to go, but he placed a hand on it, unbalancing me, stopping me. ‘Don’t rip any of it, please,’ he said, his voice soft, personal, ‘use sharp scissors.’