What makes you think your art is good enough to upload to RedBubble? 1 Gut instinct? / This is the best way to know if your art, ...
What makes you think your art is good enough to upload to RedBubble? 1 Gut instinct? / This is the best way to know if your art, writing, or photography is good. For photographers, we simply know when the shot matches what we were trying to achieve. For writers, it’s when we write from the heart. For artists, and I mean people who manipulate binary-pixels as much as I mean painters etc, I imagine you know when your art has reached its point where it cannot be modified any further without ruining it. That’s right, ruining the final result. / Gut instinct tells you when you have just reached that pinnacle and achieved the art you imagined in the first place or saw through the view-finder. 2 Did someone in your family like the shot? / Trust me, I know from bad experience that relying on the opinion of family (to tell me what makes a GREAT shot) is never a good idea. As much as they believe in your artwork, they cannot see through your eyes. / I only upload a few distinctly better shots to RedBubble out of every few hundred. I might shoot between twenty and a hundred photographs from the one location, but I know almost immediately if it was a good shot or not. On occasion I only have to take one shot to get THAT shot, the one that gets shown to you, my friends and my family. What makes you think your art is good enough to have printed? 1. You received 1,000 ‘Oh, Nice!’ Comments ? / Nope, this is not a good enough reason. Your art needs to be an extension of who you are. Despite what you see here on RedBubble, your art should not be a popularity contest, nor a multitude of ‘nice’ comments. Much as I enjoy getting a few nice words about my work, I’ve recently learned that unless the person actually says something constructive, unique and interesting about the actual photograph … the comment may just be a stock answer to everything they see here. NOTE: OK, so sometimes it can be difficult to put into words what you like about some one else’s art, but at least say something unique. Yes, my photography of flowers have DOF, POV, macro-detail, lots of colour and are ‘hot’, ‘cool’, ‘wow’, and ‘whippitycrack’. Now tell me WHY you like it, WHAT it is that makes it good and HOW many you are going to purchase! :D 2. Only you can know if your art is worth selling on RedBubble. / Do you think someone would purchase it as a card? Or are you just showing off an image that you want others to consider before you commit to it? Ok, so we all do that occasionally. I’m not saying it’s wrong to upload the incomplete and unfinished, but this is RedBubble. It’s not just a community, forum and friend-making location: It’s an online print-shop. 3. Don’t be concerned with anyone’s opinion before presentation. / Upload those few shots you really believe capture what you were attempting. If you really believe the art is good, show it to the RedBubble world the whole internet. Because everyone online and offline is now going to see you and your art. RedBubble is a name, not a fortified location. Our comments, words, suggestions, responses, queries and ‘drool’ will be carbon copied across the planet and archived on the “WWW” Today I shot 5GIG of photographs in 5 hours. / I had a day in the Adelaide CBD, revisiting previous locations, visiting a few new places and discovering new things at each location that I did not see the first time! This added up to around 1,000 photographs. / ... I’ll be the first to admit that less than 200 are any good. / ... Less than 60 are very good. / ... I’ve uploaded only TWO of them to RedBubble. I might add a few more. / ... SEVEN have been loaded to my flickr gallery . All are getting lots of traffic, with very few comments. Just the way I like it. Each of those photographs got some pixel-manipulation. Yes, I do, when necessary. Each of those photographs were one of a several exactly the same … but I decided that one would serve the purpose I was looking for. / I didn’t ask anyone on RedBubble or Flickr if they would like to see it : I made that decision while perusing them on my 500GIG HD. A lot were shot purely because I like architecture, but many were shot because I figured they’d look good as a card or framed image. One of them is a test-image, to see the response/traffic rate. See if you can pick it. 4. Would you delete or replace a photograph if enough people said they didn’t like it? / Seeing as how so many of us rely on the comments of others to fulfill our online life, IF someone was to suggest a fault, change, modification or complete make-over of your art work, would you? I believe I might change an image. I have certainly changed my opinion on pixel-manipulation! I know I’d delete an image, but only from the RedBubble-database. I’ve done that several times. Where’s your thoughts on this? You’ll notice I rarely make comments on other people’s art. There is a LOT of great work on RedBubble. I just don’t have the time to tell you. Anyhow, you know your work is good. Or you would never have taken the time to put it on RedBubble …. right?
Today I finally realised why it is I hate the term ‘affect regulation’ so much. Not only because in language terms it represent professio…
Today I finally realised why it is I hate the term ‘affect regulation’ so much. Not only because in language terms it represent professional jargon and can exclude people, but also because it seeks to encapsulate and oversimplify the experience of emotion. / I think everyone knows that our emotions are what make us human and the compexity of these emotions is what adds colour to our lives. I feel that our goal should not be to regulate these intense and real experiences, but rather to understand them. No catch-all phrase or title can explain why it is that we sometimes do the things we do. Why we get tied up in knots and why we create such vivid and amazing things to help us make sense of our worlds. The term also implies that the emotions and the experience of them is somehow secondary to the need to regaulate their impact on our physical self and our behaviour. I think this ties into that age old battlle between personal instinct and social control. What is human nature and can it be trusted. Does it exist? Stop me if I’m getting too deep into a simple and well accepted concept. I’d love to get your thoughts on this. It’s something that’s been on miy mind for some time now. / Let’s get philosophical…..philosphical….I wanna get philosophical! Now I just need to find my tights, legwarmers, singlet and headband….oh and my gender ambiguity.
Do they have humdingers in the Land of Oz? I really haven’t seen one yet….Perhaps they are some illusive missin’ link t’ th’ puzel o’...
Do they have humdingers in the Land of Oz? I really haven’t seen one yet….Perhaps they are some illusive missin’ link t’ th’ puzel o’ life as a humanist wud have it….perhaps it, too is of ithe figment pigment! Jesus’ blood weren’t no figment. It was deep and dark as your blood and mine. It was even seen in in his sweatdrops at Gethsemane. I in all my anguish and turmoil have never sweated to that extent..but He did….wanting,hoping they just might be another way through the agony of the cost of His life there on the arid ground of Mt Olive…Yet he knew instinctively? that this way to Golgotha was the only path He could trod to remedy Sin and Death’s curse….then I guess these two weren’t no humdingers after all!
The animal that best represents my neighborhood is a Pit Bull dog. It’s big and heavy, black soft fur, dark eyes, 4 strong legs, shar…
The animal that best represents my neighborhood is a Pit Bull dog. It’s big and heavy, black soft fur, dark eyes, 4 strong legs, sharp teeth and a drooling mouth just waiting to eat his meal. His name is Taz. / Taz is a trained dog. He will listen to his owner and obey everything his owner tells him to do. When you look at Taz he will scare you with his vicious fierced eyes, he is dangerous to the public especially if he doesn’t know you, if you do a wrong move he will attack. He is a great guard dog for the neighborhood. / I fear Taz. I had a bad experience when I was a toddler maybe I was around four or five years old, my uncle had a big dog I don’t remember his name, we were at a party at my uncle’s home and this dog ran to me and put his big, sharp dog nails palms on my shoulder, I screamed and cried out for my mother and she came to my rescue hey! Come on I was 5 and it’s head was bigger then my torso ,but unfortunately taz life came tro an end he was shot several times in the face by some of the 65 village philp Mitchell boy’s ,rest my nigga Taz.
When is it appropriate for someone to get a second chance? / Why do some people get a second chance and others don’t? / Does your past beha…
When is it appropriate for someone to get a second chance? / Why do some people get a second chance and others don’t? / Does your past behaviour have an impact on whether the universe deems you worthy of a second chance? / How important is it to make changes in your life as a result of getting a second chance? / / I am now pondering all of these questions after I came out of hospital last Friday after being admitted with a rather large and rare blood clot in my right arm. Thursday morning I was a normal, healthy girl who had gone for a follow up appointment at the doctor to find out why my arm was a funny colour. By 3pm Thursday I was sitting in the Emergency Department of the hospital. / / I thought, “How can this possibly happen to me?” and after numerous questions and consultations and tests the doctors are asking the same question. Quite simply, they don’t know. I don’t fall into any of the high risk categories, there is no family history of blood clotting disorders and there hasn’t been any recent accidents or incidents to bring this on. / / As if being told that part of the clot could break off and lodge in my lungs or heart and kill me wasn’t enough, Friday morning I was then told that it could be as a result of cancer. Holy fuck! Going from bad to worse in such a short space of time was extremely confronting and very, very scarey. So off I went for a CAT scan and then back to my hospital bed to cry the morning away and let all of the “What ifs” do my head in. Fortunately, everything was clear and I do not have cancer. So another round of crying (out of shear relief and thankfulness to the universe) ensued until my sister came to take me home. / / I’m now on 6 months of treatment medication to thin my blood so as to prevent a re-occurrence. Hopefully that will be the end of it but there is still the concern of not knowing why this has happened in the first place. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason so I have sent you this email to share with you what I have learnt so far. / / Only surround yourself with people who are on a path in life that you can take inspiration from and respect. Don’t wait for others to catch up with where you are at. They won’t. This is something I’ve always known but was driven home to me by one particular person’s reaction to what happened to me. Pay attention to the signals the universe sends you, no matter how minor it seems. Instincts have meaning and significance. Be honest, share your feelings and respect yourself. Don’t be afraid; there is always a positive side to every negative. One of the positives for me is not being able to drink alcohol for the next 6 months whilst on the medication. Huh? Is that really me talking??? Well yes it is. And it will be good for my health and well being. So there you go. I’m fine and back at work and considering very carefully the plans I make for the future.
‘Maternal Instinct’ is currently being featured in the Newfoundlandia group. Woot!! First time I think I have been featured. Pretty a…
‘Maternal Instinct’ is currently being featured in the Newfoundlandia group. Woot!! First time I think I have been featured. Pretty awesome I must say.
So, here I am. “Finally” some would say. / I have started unpacking the boxes and putting things in their place. / I’ve looked around the …
So, here I am. “Finally” some would say. / I have started unpacking the boxes and putting things in their place. / I’ve looked around the local neighborhood and met some of the lovely neighbors, all of whom are very welcoming ( note to self: Must make some more cupcakes as welcoming gifts!) / So I sit here and take a moment to breathe before getting back to settling in and making this place a home and being thankful for my new address. Sweet Instincts now resides here… / ... at Redbubble!
From the beginning of time the human race has survived due to one integral factor. Instinct. One can imagine that when God created the ea…
From the beginning of time the human race has survived due to one integral factor. Instinct. One can imagine that when God created the earth along with human beings, he granted each being with one facet of supremacy. While our ability in instinct is somewhat less thrilling than that of Spiderman’s endless supply of harmful web, Superman’s flying ability or that of the Hulks strength in anger, human instinct has helped our ancestors survive against the ‘baddies’ of life in general for centuries. Were it not for intuition, the cavemen of yesteryear would be cave less, childless, hungry and possess an inability to control their bladders upon request. Not only has instinct helped us carve our ways through our most primal needs, that ‘gut feeling’ has proven irreplaceable when faced with the choice of scary-alleyway-shortcut versus taking the long way home. Or more importantly, whether taking more than one free mint at the doctors surgery would be seen as rude. So when did instinct become replaced by social and political correctness? Sophie Lane reports. Whilst sitting in a two hour seminar your bladder nears reaching full capacity, yet you refuse the urge to leave and relieve yourself. It would be rude and unacceptable. The girl next to you draws an exaggerated caricature of your bald middle aged lecturer on her notepad, yet you hold in the laughter climbing from your stomach to your throat. It would be rude and unacceptable. After a few drinks at the local pub your alcohol induced friend mumbles an offer of a lift home, he can hardly fit the key into the ignition, your gut feeling says no yet you jump in the back seat instead of paying for a taxi ride home. It would be rude and unacceptable. At one point or another, each and every member of the human race has chosen social acceptance over initial human instinct. This comes as being part of a society. While it is these communal realms of society which continue to keep us functioning as members of civilisation versus mere animalistic beings, it is unarguable that the ratio of instinct to acceptance has, over recent years, become outweighed. “I did not have sexual relations with that woman”, in 1998 Bill Clinton refused reign of his conscience to tell the truth about his affair with Monica Lewinski, instead favouring in covering his actions from the United States of America in order to preserve his image as a socially acceptable figure of Presidency. The former President of America instinctively knew that he was causing harm by keeping the Lewinski scandal under wraps from the government and the people of his country. It is undeniable that a gut instinct, the feeling one gets when you know you have done something wrong, would have been gnawing at his innards. Passing up the message from his brain that told the President wrong from right, the man who was making integral decisions for America’s democracy chose social acceptance over basic human instinct. If Bill Clinton as a human being was unable to take simple orders from the most basic instinctual segment of his brain, then what hope had he in leading the world’s most influential country? In a photography studio far across the Atlantic, groups of skeletal thin successful models ignore the painful cries coming from their stomachs. Having not eaten properly for days, sometimes weeks, the borderline anorexic stick insect role models refuse food while posing for the flashes of an oversized camera. As the brain goes into overdrive sending messages of famine and hunger, ignorance is bliss. It would be unacceptable for the size six models to eat anything of substance; society does not want to see a model with flesh, God forbid. When did conforming to an image of perfection in society become more important than that of our most primal instinct to eat and replenish our bodily nutrients? The glossy covers of the latest fashion and beauty magazine are beaming with life as a twenty year old youth gets admitted to hospital harbouring symptoms of severe Anorexia Nervosa. Instinct is refused and ignorance is bliss. Somewhere across the other side of the page, you, the reader, sit in an office trying to swallow the yawn encompassing your throat for fear that you will come across as sleep deprived and incapabable in the workplace. The man next door through the cardboard thin cubicle barrier refuses his craving for caffeine as he is worried the noise from the office coffee machine will be seen as rude and disruptive to co-workers. The new receptionist at the front desk is tightening the crossing of her legs as she refuses her bodies desire to use the bathroom, for fear that leaving the front desk before lunch hour will get her reprimanded. Finally, the big boss on level ten ignores the gnawing feeling in his stomach telling him to check up on his seventeen year old daughter who did not return home from her date last night. Spiderman uses his web to survive, Superman his powers of flight, The Hulk his amazing strength and anger. Unfortunately we were not granted with such abilities; the best we can do is tie a towel around our shoulders and play pretend. Alternatively, you can listen to your instinct. Why not? The cave-men of yesteryear would.
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