Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why Hemingway is one of (if not THE) most powerful authors I’ve ever studied.
I remember this.
I don’t get it….oh….OH.
My English teacher had us write 6-word short stories using this beautiful piece of writing as a template.
Mine was: “He hung from his boyfriend’s belt.”
Is it bad that she cried?(via
"I saw this elderly gentleman dining by himself, with an old picture of a lady in front of him. I though maybe I could brighten his day by talking to him.
As I had assumed, she was his wife. But I didn’t expect such an interesting story. They met when they were both 17. They dated briefly, then lost contact when he went to war and her family moved. But he said he thought about her the entire war. After his return, he decided to look for her. He searched for her for 10 years and never dated anyone. People told him he was crazy, to which he replied “I am. Crazy in love”. On a trip to California, he went to a barber shop. He told the barber how he had been searching for a girl for ten years. The barber went to his phone and called his daughter in. It was her! She had also been searching for him and never dated either.
He proposed immediately and they were married for 55 years before her death 5 years ago. He still celebrates her birthday and their anniversary. He takes her picture with him everywhere and kisses her goodnight.
Some inspiring things he said;
"I was a very rich man. Not with money, but with love"
"I never had a single argument with my wife, but we had lots of debates"
"People are like candles. At any moment a breeze can blow it out, so enjoy the light while you have it."
"Tell your wife that you love her everyday. And be sure to ask her, have I told you that I love you lately?"
Be sure to talk to the elderly. Especially strangers. You may think that you will brighten their day, but you may be surprised that they can actually brighten yours.”
This is my thesis semester work, Peepshow, a series of self portraits in acrylics.
Although I have a fancy artist statement full of art school jargon, it all sums down to this series being about how all woman have the right to be beautiful, to feel sexy, and that their bodies are not wrong.
All of this art is for sale, and I do take commissions!
Photos by Holli G Photography.
Christmas Krampus - A gift for my sister 2012
Unfortunately I don’t think I ever had shots of it completely finished, but this was my gift to my sister last year. Made from sculpey, felt/fleece, and the most hideous yarn you can imagine. My sister is SUPER into the Krampus, and to complete the one I made her, I made figures of her, her boyfriend, and their best friend for in his backpack.
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.