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tamatheeonlee:

You see these five paintings here? Yeah, the idea isn’t original, but they are my paintings.  Each of them took me about 5-6 hours to completely. I would stay in my room all night just to finish painting them. I have a specific playlist that I had listened to for hours while painting these. These paintings are my pride, my joy, my frustration, my sadness, and my hard work. 

I showed my grandmother two of the five paintings I have done. Which were the Louis, and Zayn, paintings. She loved them, and were amazed. (Like a typical grandmother she is, she’s always supportive of my artwork. Always. Haha.). My grandfather on the other hand asked,” Why?”.  My mother defended me, and she said,” Why not?”.  So, basically this is a post on WHY I decided to take my time, my skills, and paint the four British, and one Irish, boys. 

Well, it all started with a .gif that I had found here on Tumblr. I would post it, but I don’t know who the original creator of the .gif is to give them proper credit.  I do, though, have the .gif that I edited the photos of, to get these paintings done. (The very last photo).  

Anyway, I saw the original .gif, and thought,” Hm, I’m going to draw these boys in monochromatic.” So, I draw the outlines, and started to shade them with colored pencil. I started with Niall first. It turned out alright, but not what I was looking for per say. Then I did Harry, and his turned into a disappointment. Haha. 

So, then I took a break from it all, and then I figured I looked up an Andy Warhol effect. I found what I wanted, and I edited the .gif into that effect.  Then I started with Louis. 

Louis’s painting, was originally done in colored pencil. It was half-satisfying, but at the same time, it wasn’t. I didn’t like how the colored pencil covered, basically. So, I got paint, and painted over it. Then it was banging. I was happy with it. Then I did the same with the others, obviously.  

But the reason why I actually did these paintings was because I was inspired to do them. I thought it’d be a great idea to paint a series of something, and actually finish it. Well, I did it.  

Anyways, when my grandfather asked me “why”, it really got me thinking. Why did I really paint One Direction? Was it because they are good looking boys? (Halfly) Was it because I was obsessed with One Direction as a band? (A quarter of it) Was because I really enjoy their music? (Uhm, not really, but partially could be incorporated.) So, why did I do it? 

I did these paintings because, to be honest, I am jealous of these boys. They are young, and already the biggest boyband in the world. They are very inspirational to me. They reach their dreams of becoming big. Their job is to sing for the world, and more. That is what they do. Whether they realize it or not, they are very fucking lucky to be where they are at today. 

Believe it, or not, One Direction inspired me, and motivated me to start painting, and go on with my art.  Not because of their music, honestly I don’t know how their music could save people lives even, not that they are terrible, because they aren’t. I love them just as much as the next 1D fan.  They motivated me to go on with my art because of how they are young, they achieved what they wanted, and got there. So, what’s my accuse for not reaching my goals? I don’t have one.  So, they are the reason for me going on a huge art spree. (Drawings, paintings, etc.)

So, whether they see these paintings in person, or on the internet, I just want them to know that they do really make a big difference people’s lives.  It’s not because they are very attractive boys, but because they are up there. They are up at the top, and did it. They did what they wanted, and got it. It helped me to get off of my ass, and start doing what I love. So, I guess this is a “Thank You” to them. Thank you for getting me off my ass, and work on something so hard, that I cried (not literally), and actually finished.  Thanks. 

P.s. It would be GRAND if they did actually see these paintings. It’d be epic if ya’ll could possibly pass these on to them. Spam them on twitter, wherever, I don’t care. If I don’t ever get to meet them, and get a chance for them to see these in person, it’d be lovely if they just saw these. 

Just copy the link of the post, and spam the hell out of them on twitter, or wherever you have connection with them. It’ll be freaking amazing.

I will love you guys forever, and I will…do something for you guys. Whatever it is. 

Anyways, thanks. :}

Peace outs.

-Tama M. Bridges

P.P.S, if I find out that ANYONE has taken these photos, and claim them as their own, or have no credited me on them. I will find you, and you will regret ever stealing from me. That is definitely a promise.  I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t like it if something was stolen from you, so please, don’t do it to others.

My Tama is so talented!

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The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” last verse (52)

Love this piece! Love the last line.

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