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Pointy Elbows

@natasharussia-blog

a female feminist/carbon based life form

As one would imagine a lot of things have happened in the past six years.. when I stopped writing in this blog I had just set out to start pre-med classes in hopes of getting into medical school - and now I'm starting my 3rd year! (gasp) So essentially 2 more years to go before I get to help and heal people and do what I've grown even more passionate about - the art of medicine. I am a true artist at heart .. and to most people that means visual arts - which I do dabble in from time to time - I love painting with oils and acrylics - that being said I think anything worth doing requires some kind of artistry. We are all artists and whether you believe it or not we all came from this foaming turquoise salty mass.

So why did I decide to blog again? Why not?? And also I love writing, I love photography, I love creating art - I want to share it with strangers on the internet whom I don't know hahaha.

But really, maybe my experience/photos/thoughts/etc might inspire someone, even if its just myself looking back at my old stuff from six years ago

This photo was taken on Hungtington Beach Pier - the water was pretty wild there - I think I've attempted to swim once at this beach and almost became one with the sea

Photo by © Andrea Bruce/Noor Images

A woman sits with her week-old child, who was born in this very same mud home where they live in a camp for displaced people on Kabul’s outskirts. The mother says she has been bleeding continually since the birth and still cannot stand. Without skilled medical help, women who deliver at home are at greater risk of illness or death if they face complications. Since the early 2000s, the population of Kabul has grown from three to five million people, with a constant flow of people arriving seeking safety or economic opportunity. Read more: http://bit.ly/1et7DTh

The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.

Kai, Lessons in Life #39 (via psych-facts)

Something manifests when you're plucked from your home and your roots and this giant support system you should have grown up under is swept from under your feet - all that extra love from your relatives their friends their grandkids this whole network most people have - it makes a world of difference. This pain comes in the form of a complete disorientation of being - you can be anybody, you can feel out people and you become extra sensitive to social environments so much so that this sensitivity must be deadened. I can feel at home anywhere which really gives me no home just a consistent longing for the next thing.

Justin Mortimer: We’re in ground zero of the international art world, aren’t we? Everything we’re looking at here is a luxury good for the super rich. I know in America you donate things to museums and there’s that sort of patronage. But let’s face it: This work goes to people who live in very swanky places that .001 percent of the population—not the American population, but the world population—could afford. So I’m very aware that I’m making a career of selling Fabergé eggs to people. I’m in the sort of classic liberal trap; I’m an essentially left wing person, making very bourgeois objects. But I do want my paintings to engage on a very human level. It has by default become this luxury object, but what makes me want to make art in my studio in a dingy part of East London is that story I want to tell about our fears, our anxieties, how afraid we all are, how we’re all going to die. Are we going to go mad? Am I going to lose my job? Is my body going to fail? Will my loved ones not be around for me? There’s sort of an existential anger—not to sound pretentious—but there is an anger I have in me that drives my work.

lol..along these lines - I've always wondered why people necessarily define "life" according to the make-up of earthly organisms - can't there be other criteria that produce beings existing amidst infrared wavelengths or as particles or anything really. Can't there be infinite variations of "life"?