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Tag: colored pencil

Visual Journal Page 73: It Was Worth It

We were wrapping up another week at the wonderful, Hilton Head Island, beach. I enjoyed quality time with my family and the sun, while I worked on my tan, played on the beach, and consumed book after book. Overall I was well relaxed. My relaxation ended the second to last day of our trip. My…

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Visual Journal Page 71: This is the First Day of My Life

It was our one year anniversary. We spent the day together, enjoying donuts for breakfast, a hilarious golf outing, picnic at the park, and a nice dinner out. Nick and I love all the food Atlanta has to offer, and we often try new restaurants. For our one year we wanted to go somewhere more…

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Visual Journal Page 67: Find Humor in Art

As I have expressed in past posts, I love street art. Not too long ago I had the opportunity to interview a well known, and very talented street artist, Chor Boogie. I loved the way his artwork makes walls come alive, and I was thrilled to have the opportunity to learn more about his creations…

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Visual Journal Page 64: Finding Green

I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, after all I am an artist, but I am terrible at picking wall colors. I love going to the paint aisle of hardware stores. It’s all metal, wood, industrial, until you hit the paint section. Suddenly bright colors, nice aesthetics, a more feminine side of a typically masculine…

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Visual Journal Page 62: A Harvest Moon

This visual journal page is probably my favorite page I have made so far. I am very pleased with how it turned out visually, and although it doesn’t represent the most meaningful moment in my life, it still represents an important memory, a feeling I had and can relive when I look at it. This…

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Visual Journal Page 61: Walking Down this Path

Hilton Head Island is my second home. When I think back to my childhood many of my memories stem from this small island off the coast of South Carolina. Learning to ride a bike, collecting sea shells, playing games, and as a teenager trekking down to the Marriott to meet boys. Since I can remember…

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