Miami based music artist Chief Flame, who's an affiliate of Kodak Black was seen on Florida World Star today after he allegedly bought his new female artist an $8 thousand dollar GOLD GRILL. Fans are now saying that she's more than just his artist.😂
Eke Sunday uche (born 26 May 2002), in Nasasrawa state, located in lagos state. Lagos island obalende, state of origin: Enugu State. Igbo Eze North G.R.A Know as frenzyscott on socia media. Frenzyscott grew up in a Christian family, frenzyscott attended Federal polytechnic nasarawa. National diploma(ND) Inwiew frenzyscott is into investment coinbase, and creating cartoon characters video game.
Akash Goswami known as Mr Noakhali. He is a Bangladeshi artist, actor, youtuber, influencer & an entrepreneur. He created some music. He acted in a tv series which name is "Baba Thake bashay 2" His youtube channel Mr Noakhali completed 100k subscribers & His channel got verification badge.
We will talk about Ahmad Ali Molania jelodar He was born in 1985 And in Iran, Mazandaran, Babol and the city of Gotab He started kung fu at the age of 18 And from the age of 22 he has continued this martial art of kickboxing professionally until he has won more than 13 championships in Iran from the age of 25 to the age of 30. In total, he was a writer and wrote articles in several weekly magazines and monthly magazines in Iran. The number of his articles in 4 years was 330. Ahmed Ali is an expert in metaphysics and in 2020 he was the most powerful metaphysical martial artist in the world who has never been found like him in history. He is currently an IT Engineering Expert and a Master of Industrial Engineering And has 3 companies in Iran, the largest of which is Info Universe Which is an IT company with special services.
What started my love for acting was when I noticed the way I felt when I would sit down in my living room and watch television when I was younger. I remember feeling like the actors had a superpower that could take their audience to a different world and put them in a place of possibilities. My cousins and I had to look for a way to entertain ourselves at times when the power was out due to Nigeria's regular power outages. We would make up scenarios in our heads and pretend we were our mothers in a salon getting our hair done and discussing the latest gossip. We relied on the observations we made in our everyday life. I remember how alive it made me feel. I did not want to let go of that feeling. My experience in the Nigerian educational system for 16 years of my life has been a journey that has helped me understand the true meaning of perseverance and has made me ask the question, who am I? At the start of my 10th-grade year, a year students have to make a choice that would impact their future. There were two departments to choose from: Students who chose the Science department were expected to be doctors or engineers, while students who chose the Art department were expected to be lawyers or entrepreneurs. I didn't know which to choose, mainly because everyone thought choosing the science department would result in a promising career, but I knew my heart didn't belong to formulas and elements. I chose the Art department because it consisted of subjects I enjoyed, which were Literature and History, but didn't know what career I wanted to pursue as an “art student”. I was interested In acting, but It did not seem like a career path in my school because there was no investment in a theatre program. Therefore, I never got the chance to explore what I loved to do because it was not considered a practical profession. For a long time, I was uncertain about who I wanted to be, but not who I was. Anytime I mentioned acting as a profession to anyone who inquired about my future, It seemed like only a dream, and was encouraged to find something more “realistic.” When I moved to the United States to finish my High school education, I remember encountering many pathways. I joined my school's theatre program and felt at home, but also different from the rest of the other students because my teacher had said to me, "I joined the party late". I registered for the August Wilson Monologue Competition, so did most of the experienced actors in my school. I wasn't intimidated by this but excited that I had the opportunity to build an experience for myself and to see if acting was just a dream as people thought it was or my reality. I went on stage to recite my monologue. When reciting my monologue, The stage light towards me shined so brightly that I could not make out the faces of the audience. It was blinding yet ever so comfortable. It was as if it was just me in my room, no one around to see me in my most vulnerable states. I felt powerful like the whole world was letting me speak and be whoever I wanted to be. It was a surreal experience. It was after I said my last line, I heard the thunderous applause from the crowd that made me realize I wasn't alone. Once I was done with my performance, I noticed how I took my audience with me to a world of possibilities and how amazing it was to have the superpower I idolized as a child. After that performance, I knew that I could no longer pull back from the fact I wanted to be an actress. A few weeks later, I found out I made it to the semi-finals. I couldn't believe it. I was truly shocked. That experience made me see a part of myself that I didn't know was there, a part that did not get enough credit. It made me realize how important it is to always follow your dreams and to acknowledge the little things that you enjoy.
I am staring at the Van Gogh Picture as the dawn breaks in a sleepy little university town called Shantiniketan. After being holed up for months at home due to the COVID-19 pandemic (and immunocompromised family members), I feel like I can breathe again. I experience a rather unfamiliar sound at midnight- the sound of a barking deer. The house I am staying in has a haunted tale of its own. Many years ago, Maloti, an accomplished dancer and academic, died by suicide here. The neighbours attribute it to a lovers' tiff. Out of curiosity, a fifteen year old me delved into research about this mythical and mysterious Maloti. Maloti was as beautiful as she was sophisticated, with razor- sharp wit. She cared very little for social niceties and turned heads, wherever she went. "She was a true artist", said one of her uncles when I met him. " A true artist misunderstood by the world." Those words left quite an impression on me- a young person chasing their own dreams. Unlike Maloti, I wasn't an accomplished artist- but a young person that harboured those dreams. Even daring to articulate those dreams would be met with ridicule, and sneery value judgements. Wanting to prove myself and ultimately being burdened with the weight of other people's expectations, trying to be true to myself and authentic and being cut short by people in positions of power. Wanting to break away and experience freedoms but knowing that fending for myself would involve taking the already trodden path. I had already experienced the disdain that artists were met with. I read of freedoms in books and watched it in movies, but I wondered if a life like that would be possible for me. Sunflowers fascinate me. The reason they do is because wherever the sun moves, the sunflower turns its head to face the sun. In the biting cold, it is hard to think of sunflower fields. The first time I took comfort in looking at bits of a sunflower was when I chanced upon Ai Wei Wei's Sunflower Seeds at Tate Modern Art Gallery in London. I was then a 21 year old university student, with barely any money, and big dreams. The art installation was a commentary on the mass production of Chinese goods and how they were subsequently sent to western countries. Each sunflower seed was crafted with porcelain and the feeling evoked by witnessing and experiencing that piece of art was understanding that artists could pour their frustrations and political thoughts into their work. That their art indeed was, political. I realised that my writing and my own art could become a tool through which I could shake off my own oppressions- being a woman, being a person of colour, being a young person whose work and words were not taken seriously, an individual who had no wishes to conform but was forced to do so, being reminded again and again through paperwork and through legislation that if I did not toe the line, if I wanted more for myself than was acceptable by my surroundings and my current context, the situation for me would prove to be dire. I sought my own experiences and my own joys from the world. What books could not teach me, I sought to teach myself. I worked in villages in India with no clean drinking water for months. I slept under the stars on a quiet night sky- the sound of lethal mosquitoes buzzing above my head. I worked with asylum seekers and refugees, which was actually one of the redeeming features of my week. Here is an excerpt of a letter I wrote to a friend, describing that time of my life : "Every day, I see ordinary people -people like you and I-wearing tattered clothes, with paint on their faces and pencils tucked behind their ears, sweating it out. There's this boy I see every day, he's about eighteen and if given a choice, he'd probably want to go to college as well. He often stops me on the street and asks me about what I study and I think he's quite a bright spark- and then I think about all the people back home, who should get an education and are not, it makes me very sad. I hope I don't grow into one of those people who shuts everything out and never does anything constructive by way of ensuring that kids are educated and well looked after. And working with children of refugees actually makes one understand how destitute these kids really are, unsheltered, unprotected, not knowing what tomorrow holds for them. Some children have never known their own homes, being carried from one shelter to another; they come from countries like Ghana, Somalia, Sri Lanka, Sudan, The Ivory Coast. Many of their parents have been intellectuals in their own country, they have spoken out against dictatorial regimes, they have condemned massacres, some of them will be executed as soon as they set foot on their home soil again. Most of these people are Asylum Seekers i.e. those who have not even been granted Refugee Status. Some are condemned because of their homosexuality and others, because of their religion." I hope I never stop feeling.
I have lived to love and cherish private moments, I term it “the revealing moment”, and I find my inner and productive strength here. But often times, I try to understand if I actually cherish this moment or if this is actually the world I find peace, probably I was only irritated by the noises and worries from my surrounding. I have always chosen to tell my story. Being a young lady, I had always desired to associate with people and like minds. But often times I noticed I still preferred private moments, this was just me. I could always think things through, imagine images to sketch on my board, pen down words from life experiences and I thought to myself, oh! It will always be an enjoyable moment, not until the entire world was sent into an inactive mode, everything happening swiftly all of a sudden, Paused!. I could literally hear the sound of a pin dropped, the world seemed to go quiet, indeed it was a loud silence. Days passed, weeks, months, and the moment I once cherished faded away. Shouldn't I pen down some words?, no, the sheets will be filled with lonely words, how about I make some sketches, I had remembered it was the last sketch paper. Perhaps the silence will end soon. I would experience quick mood swings, insomnia, loss of interest, anxiety, general discontent, and oh! I was losing weight. I feared the fact that I was losing my mind, even in my solitude there were still fears, worries and chaos, was I going to fall sick?, I could feel my feet go cold often times, I never wanted to be counted as “sick during the COVID-19 pandemic”, perhaps it was just a flu, but no I hadn't fever, internal cold, running nose, neither did I experience any of the COVID symptoms, I worried anyway, that all this should just end, I desired to make an image of what my world looks like in my head, but no, I feared this won't make sense, confused, I abandoned my darling graphite and charcoal sticks and rejected my eraser. Thoughts, pictures, moments lived in my head like falling men who couldn't help but drown, perhaps I wasn't shown love, perhaps I was depressed, perhaps I was ignored, perhaps I was perplexed, and maybe I was scared of life after the lockdown. I felt it was a gender related issue, I thought to run to her whom I shared same gender with and who will definitely understand and probably provide solutions, but I remembered she had earlier made me preferred my private moments. Yes, she is my mum, before now we had a misunderstanding, she had used some words on me I didn't like and when I tried to express my feelings, it became a moment of disagreement and grr! It was a face-off. This has always happened every time I tried to express myself, could it be I wasn't doing it the right way, or maybe she hadn't realized I have become a woman or possibly she can't just understand me, or maybe we are just two different humans with different perspectives of life and totally different choices. I feared to accept this, but it was the truth, we were not getting along so well. Nevertheless, family is everything, I shared my experiences with my younger brother, he would laugh so hard, aren't you sick? he would tease me, or have you began to hallucinate? He seemed not to notice any sick signs on my face, I looked perfectly well to him, I had gained weight from his observation. It was then I understood it was all in my head. I tried to enjoy the moments of his company, we would crack jokes, dance to music, surf the net, play games, I felt relieved and lit up. Every moment was fun, we invested in some online businesses and tried to make cool cash, he was doing well, but I wasn't getting the tricks. I was into digital and offline marketing anyway, but I couldn't make sales, I was out of stock. Solitude still found me after all, I was all trapped in my room again, the urge to see the outside world had become so intense, but no, everyone was scared to come out, everyone was scared of being a victim of the deadly virus. I was alone; I could hear voices in my head saying “Create the image now”! Pen down some words! It became loud and even louder as I tried to ignore them. I picked up my sketch board, placed on my aisle, picked my darling graphite stick and was finally going to express myself in my work. The excitement stirred in and gradually grew as I could clearly see the image in my head, finally I was going to be proud of my self. It was just at this moment my younger brother dashed into my room in excitement for his increased wallet points, just then I heard a big bang on the ground, it was my sketch board broken into two, lying on the ground. I could feel the little men in my head jumping even faster into the sea and drowning. Wasn't this the best moment to create an image of my world?. I picked up a half of my sketch board anyway and alas! I let my imagination and darling graphite lead. In the end, I was fulfilled, I had conquered my fears in my anger.
My spotlight solo exhibit with Fusion Art is here! Believe it or not every photo is from Arkansas which goes to show that art is where you find it. https://www.fusionartps.com/y-hope-osborn-artist-spotlight-solo-art-exhibition-june-2020/
I visited Little Rock's Allsopp Park which needs some serious mapping and directions to the "easy" trails. But stress fracture and all I hiked up and down again another route looking for something worth the risk and was pumped to find this "Fairy Tableau" Enjoy the magic!
Light Space Time 10th Annual “Botanicals” Online Art Competition of 844 international entries included “Broach" and "Monet Liliaceae 2" awarded Special Merit after top 15 artists “Broach” features Jasmine taken recently in Knopp Park nestled in Little Rock, AR just as the sun was rising while birds sang and lovely people welcomed to me to their neighborhood walk. “Monet Liliaceae 2” is inspired hy Monet's impressionism and features a field of tulips also known as liliaceae “Only Iris for You" placed Special Recognition after this category “Only Iris For You” also recently came from Knopp Park. I was fortunate enough to see this lovely Iris at its peak. “The gallery also included Special Merit awards and Special Recognition awards for outstanding art. Many of the artists in either of these groups could have easily been included in the upper tier of our winners, as their art was also exceptional.”
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As 1 of the top 15 (first honorable mention in fact) w “Verge” considered 1 of the winning artists and “Aspire” is listed 1st in Special Merit. https://www.lightspacetime.art/cityscapes-art-exhibition-2020-photography-digital-category/
“Autumn at Dardanelle 2” by Y. Hope Osborn featured in the gallery Black Box Gallery of Portland, OR for exhibit Black and White: 2020 during February. http://blackboxgallery.com/Black%20and%20White-2020-EP.html
Photography is the rest God grants me. It is respite from a frantic world and frantic thoughts. When I pick a place to find its art, I intend staying only this allotment of time. I become enthralled, though, and time stands still. Nothing else matters, except seeing the beauty in a piece of driftwood on shore, unique angle of bell tower, or rich artistry in heritage architecture. I only capture minute details of the tapestry of our world when I free myself of the minutes of time. I can't help but stay, soak in, and capture everything I see literally from the ground up. God gives us lives full of meaningful moments—sometimes painful, sometimes joyous, but always fleeting. Light, seasons, people, aging, growth—all constantly change. I stay a moment, to slow a door closing on a chance lost. Before life inevitably pushes me again, I relish seeing the art in filigree, flourish, dappling, intersect, and hue. I am inspired, capturing perspectives of moments that are seen on the ground along dips and valleys of a clover field or towards the sky along the texture and shading of a building. I bend in crazy angles my tripod can't even manage just to see a new perspective. I only move on with the promise of new delights to come when I stop again to find the photographer's elusive great Capture among the saved images I see anew in another time. I find them often among the images I least expect it, and I bring them back to life by painting with the tools of a photographer's trade. I, too, must think of layers and depth and consider colors or none that the painter does. I don't want to remake my Captures so much as draw out what is already there. I share my perspective of the ornate column or shimmering petal. The philosopher Mihkail Bahktin wrote of the answerability of art—a crossing of the artist with the audience that is a lively exchange in which meaning is born. This artistic meaning is so unique, so creative and alive, that no one expresses or interacts with the work again in precisely the same way. Being an artist is to be entrusted to express reality in ways that captivate, inspire, or inform each person to stay a moment and find personal meaning in my art within the context of their life. I use God's provision for me in composing to enrich both your and others' experience of the world in elusive, creative pauses of life.