art tips
- don’t call what you create “content”. regardless of what it is. that’s the devil talking. call it art, call it writing, call it music, call it analysis, call it editing, literally just call it what it is
- I was going to put other things but oh my god please just don’t call yourself a “content creator”. you are a person you are making art / writing / music / etc you are an artist an author a musician
- you are not an Image Generator For Clicks And Views. please. allow yourself to connect with your work by naming it properly and acknowledging yourself in kind
Gonna add on to this, if that’s ok, because I think a lot of people don’t know how to categorize their work:
- Shitposting? You’re a comedian, a satirist.
- Long posts about other people’s art? You’re a critic (positive), a scholar.
- Long posts exploring ideas, society, and the world around you? You’re an essayist, a philosopher.
- Can’t get enough of sharing information about X topic? You’re a scholar, an educator, a columnist.
- Just love collecting and sharing other people’s stuff on your blog? Archivist, curator, collector.
- Just not sure where you fit? Babe, you’re a blogger.
You don’t have to be a professional (ie get paid) to be any of these things. You can claim the title without making any claims to the quality of your work. It’s ok.
Reminder: “Amateur” does not mean “untalented.” It just means you do it because you love it.
My mom got a scarf for her dog to make him “look cool” and I genuinely don’t understand how this is supposed to look cool 😭😭 He looks like he’s going to the market to sell radishes
rneadowsoprano-deactivated20211:
I’m crying like a baby
The love this father has for his daughter is incredible
I hope they keep that presser and it becomes a new family heirloom
These are the acts of love that get told about and showed through the generations
Montreal’s pro-Palestine protest, November 12th 2023. The turnout is spectacular as usual.
Unironically waiting for the bus in the rain rn. Real ones know ✌️🌧️🚌☔
I’ve been here for over an hour soaking wet and pathetic and a truck driving by fully stopped in the street and reversed into the parking lot behind me. This older gentleman got it and came up to me and said “can I give you a gift?” And I asked “what’s that?” And he gave me an umbrella from his truck and left. Now I’m dryer. The world is full of kindness and beauty btw. If you even care. Message to all my sopping wet sweeties
there’s something very dystopian like at the fact that we’re all supposed to continue on with our lives, go to work/school, carry on with our daily routines like we’re not witnessing three countries (sudan, congo & palestine) go through a genocide and mass ethnic cleansing right now all through our mobile phones & the internet