inspir3withLouielou

Darkness prevails, but the light is within your hands. This artwork was inspired by the pandemic. I visualize the situation as suffocating, dark, and fearful. But without light, darkness has no meaning, and in times of despair, there is Hope. The light butterflies symbolize that meaning and that our hope should be the guiding light and hope for a better future.

                          The Filipino language is fundamental in the nationalistic visions of some Filipinos. Our language has developed and passed through many changes and obstructions to have the language we have today, which has been part of the Filipinos’ hearts, minds, and tongues. It is passed down by our ancestors and it expresses the uniqueness of our country. Because of that language became part of the ways to show nationalism, using it shows respect, and loyalty, and demonstrates mastery of the language use. Philippine language as a form of nationalism was imprinted in every Filipino, and when other Filipinos use the universal language, some recognize it as inferior, an act of disrespect, and signifies how Filipinos are losing their knowledge of our language. Despite the objections, the action to promote and pursue nationalism in the country is fading. More and more new concepts and trends influence Filipinos today and using the universal language to communicate effectively

                Nothing is greater when you get to have friends that accept who you are, support you in your greatest success and worse failures, and understand you, which helps you grow as a better person, and as a friend. True friends are always like that, they make you feel that way, and then leave you for many reasons. I was against the idea of the goodness of friendships, I’ve always seen relationships as good in the beginning but ended bitterly filled with hatred and judgment. I avoided people, afraid to experience being deceived by what people say about having friends. One of those people is Lisa, she always encourages me to have friends, where in if I try to be open to having one, they will exclude me. I do not understand people, they are all hypocrites, and that is why I never have friends. This mindset stayed in my head for some time now, ever since that unforgettable experience… I never tried even tried to seek love again. Not until I met three crazy ladies in a seminar-work

I constantly pictured myself in the lives of others ; especially those who are better than me ; more skilled than me ; or attractive and well-liked by others. I was driven by a desire to be one of them. How I wish I had that kind of life; maybe I would live and be on a better path, or maybe I would enjoy my life if I lived just like one of those individuals. When I was engrossed in this thinking, I didn't recognize how I was gradually falling, sinking into deep insecurities, and losing my confidence. I was imprisoned, and I didn't even realize the need to search for myself. It felt as if my eyes were covered with thick black smoke, blurring my vision, yet at the same time, I've been so concerned about being like the individuals I'm jealous of that I've neglected my respect and sense of self-awareness. To become who "I" am now, I had to go through these hard moments in my life. To be honest, it is still not that clear; my head remains blank, my heart is

Throughout my life, I stayed in my home, but it is not the houses we have instead it is the houses in our minds. For me, I call it home, but others might call it a “comfort zone” or a “safe space.” I stayed in my humble abode for far too long, as I grew, I discovered new things, I’m myself when I’m home, which gave me the freedom to explore and wonder what intrigues me. Then I discovered art, it was love at first sight, a breathtaking moment. Disney movies, cartoons, and comics; I’m not just watching or reading them, but I have used them to gather inspiration. Every time I would watch or read anything about drawing, my eyes would gleam with delight enjoying new stories and seeing different styles of art.  It was the start of my artistic journey, and the time when I get to have a dream, a dream that I want to pursue as I grow. “I need to draw” art was an addiction; every time I get to draw something I feel calm and satisfied. Hundreds of papers were drawn because of me, the moment I

     The plot revolves around a young girl who lives in Copenhagen, Denmark, during the Nazi invasion. With her missing neighbors, lack of food, and Nazi soldiers on every corner, little Annemarie Johansen's life is changed drastically. When the invasion in her neighborhood becomes more severe, Annemarie realized that when the world around her needs a change, bravery is always appreciated regardless of age. The themes in "Number the Stars" include world war, human survival; lies, and deception, it was used to keep Nazi soldiers from arresting Danes. Additional themes include mutual protection, courage, and sacrifice. The story also explores coming-of-age themes such as family, true friendship, and growing up. When I was reading the memoir, I was filled with different emotions, these emotions are:  - Sadness- It is sad that this story was based on a true story, and because of this, I imagined what it’s like to experience a such horrible experience, which made me feel thi