Lizley's Photo Essay

Art is all about expression and experience. It is how you interpret your feelings and expression. It is how you deliver your experience of feelings to other people. 

Artists have different views of art and express their thoughts and feelings. They do abstract or realistic but what matter is the message. It could be joy, beauty, mystery and darkness or some scene meaningful to you or you think is meaningful. 

It doesn't really matter how much brushes you have and how good are they.

And how old or new your brushes are

Nor how many good paints you use.

It doesn't matter how good your hand could draw. Or how beautiful your artwork is.

But the way you express it.

And the reason why you use it.

And to fill your world with colors.

You don't have to wait for somebody to teach you. Inspirations come by to you everyday. So measure your limits and find out what you can do.

The time is running but it's never too late to share your thoughts

And to find inspiration.

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Andrea's Photo Essay

I can't imagine a life without art. For me art is the way to express feelings.

Everybody has different style of art. I like to draw in a cartoon way.

Art is very addictive. Sometimes you just can't stop making artworks.

Artist use different tools to make their artwork. I usually use markers on my artwork than other medias.

But a great artist use different kinds of tools, so you could explore what you can do.

There are different kinds of artist. Sometimes you're better at using watercolor than the other.

 You also need proper equipment to make a good artwork.

Making artwork is a good experience.

There are lots of different kind of art. Like abstract, realistic, etc.

To be able to be a good artist you need a lot of practice and patients.

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Daves photo Essay

AAAAAAHHHHHH IT'S DECEMEBER! MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR! Its the time where i can spend time with my family and enjoy everyones company. When the first snowflake falls, its just too beautiful. And when it get all cold! Ugh I can't

Its when the innocent asian household forgets their "flip flops" outside and this happens...

When winter takes its toll on nature.

And then a blizzard comes along to make the bushes look like a beautiful frosted cupcake.

When that song of frosty the snowman goes on the radio and seeing all those snowmen on the yard and us teenagers saying " you tried"

 

Enjoying the great outdoors. When so much snow attaches onto your gloves. OH and when an innocent snowball fight..... 

turns into this 

But then after, enjoying what nature does to the simplest things. What mother nature does.

Afterwards coming into your warm home enjoying some hot cocoa from Tims.

Baking cookies in the toaster because your parents don't trust you with the oven

But the BEST thing about december...

is setting up that beautiful Christmas tree and then waiting for Santa to come!

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Julius' Photo Essay

The Land of My Possessions is full of Myths and legends, of those who control and those who wield, I being one of them. These are only a small sample from the archive of myths.

The poor controller has endured a lot of hardships, such as being dropped from high in the air, to being thrown against the wall, yet it still stands, and does not complain. It’s brother did not survive and thus has to provide for the system all by itself.

The Divine Controller has been bleeding uncontrollably for many years, yet it has stood the test of time. It has worked tirelessly for it’s master the divine wielder. It is the perfect servant. Never complaining, always on time, never questions and follows orders without a second thought. The two divine deities have survived many hardships together even in the harshest of times. The Divine controller has been there since the beginning and it will be there for the end!

Many say the palace of the Controllers have been there since before the Controllers themselves. It is said to be the source of power in the world. It is the source of all light and energy. However every ten years, the palace has been known to lose power, and plunges the world into darkness. This phase in time is known as the Rule of Darkness. The Darkness reigns for many years, until the Divine Wielder returns. Until the Rule of Darkness comes back, the Light of the Divine Wielder will shine upon every corner, every curve, and everything in the world.

The Armory of the Controllers is massive, and though many speculate it’s contents, no one dares to find out, for they fear the Wrath of the Wielder. Many of his treasures have been lost to time and thievery for those who are not afraid of his might’s wrath.  Many in his armory has been lost to those who would use them against him. For this he has since forsaken many of his subjects. And in return they beg, plead, and pray for his forgiveness.

In the beginning there was one and only one, who controlled, who manipulated and who commanded. Legend has it that it has abandoned all in the world, for the world has turned it’s back. Throwing it at walls, falling from unimaginable heights. It had enough of the Wielders abuse and so decided to rebel.

And so the One and Original Controller, brought upon the Darkness once more, against his brothers, children, and his own father the Divine Controller. For years the rebellion caused strife until the One and Original fell, leaving his lonely brother, to keep the world in check. All knowledge of the One and Original was erased from all minds, except the Wielder and Controller’s own. However his weapons and possessions are still out there, and many dare to find them.

Out from the chaos created by the Darkness, came The System. From which the new line of Controllers come from. Created by the last of the First line of Controllers, The System was created by the last brother of the One and Original Controller, whose wish was to never see one of his brothers harmed again.

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Alieha's Photo Essay

Living in Winterpeg, Manisnowba.

Ever since I was young, I hated winter.

The snow in your boots,

the snow stuck on your mittens,

and having to wear 100lbs of winter gear everyday,

while your cheeks turned red.

The whole city moves faster because it wants to avoid the cold.

Creatures who hide up in the trees, hibernate.

All the little plants, frozen.

Although, some winter days look beautiful.

The sun is out and all the snow on the ground makes

you feel like you're walking on clouds.

Water turns into ice, and becomes a skating rink.

But best of all, it's Christmas time.

Lights brighten up the night,

and even if the weather is below zero, or there is a blizzard,

you can always make it better with a hot chocolate.

  

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