I haven’t thrown art at you since August. I wanna throw art. Can I throw art? I’m gonna throw art. (To be totally honest, I can’t remember if I’ve shared any of these or not, and most of them are posted on my Instagram anyway. So if you’ve already seen these, my apologies. You don’t [...]
Author: Sarah Baran
Child of God ➸ INTJ ➸ Word Weaver ➸ Paint Splatterer ➸ Incompetent Blogger ➸ Idealistic Cynic ➸ Sarcasm Queen
The Mishap of Marriage // Anna’s unconventional romance, pt. 3
Greetings, peasants. If by some misfortune you missed the last two posts in this series, I highly recommend catching up. (Or don't. Whatever.) To summarize – Anna got herself engaged to a fairly awesome horrible guy, and we subsequently failed as wedding planners. {Part 1} {Part 2} The week before the wedding, people started trickling [...]
The Art of Being a Pathetic Wedding Planner // Anna’s unconventional romance, pt. 2
Welcome back to the next installment of my sister's strange wedding story! If you haven't read Part 1, do so here. To summarize— Anna fell in love with a bearded dude and agreed to renounce her family's name in exchange for his. And I was not at all bitter. I will admit, I'd always imagined [...]
Pride, Prejudice, and Pandemic // Anna’s unconventional romance
Last year was weird. You saw the weirdness take shape in the form of germs and unflattering headgear and that time everyone was really enthusiastic about toilet paper, and all those insulting signs that assumed none of us knew the most basic principles of hygiene. I, on the other hand, came face to face with [...]
What a Time to Be Alive // thoughts of hope for a helpless generation
Do you know what hiraeth means? It's a longing, a desperate search for a place that doesn't exist anymore, and maybe never did. When I was young, I felt it for the worlds between pages I held so dear – Narnia, Middle-Earth, the Ashtown estate. When I was older, I felt it for my worlds, [...]
Sixteen Somethings from a Sarcastic Year // 2020 wrap-up
I recognize that no one cares, and thus I will forego the anticipated jokes about hindsight being 2020 and WWIII. Friends, we're alive. And despite the fact that the world's imminent implosion is beginning to look less like a joke and more like reality, I'd just like to say that neither rain, shine, nor communism [...]
Thoughts for a Fading Year
Ah, 2020. The year from the void. Over the past week, I've seen so many people laugh about shaking the dust of it off their feet as they charge into the New Year, hoping 2021 brings them better luck than its unfortunate predecessor. That makes me sad. No, I'm not going to enrage the population [...]
How to Be a Horrible Artist // a step-by-step guide
No one in the history of ever has wanted to be a horrible artist. Regardless, I'm still going to teach you. (You can thank me later.) In all honesty, my dear naive padawan, this is really just a prolonged and interminable sales pitch to try and connive you into buying my art, because yes, I'm [...]
Musings of Paint and Pizza // an art dump
Whaddup, humans.The last time I did an art post was… an embarrassingly long time ago. (Thirteen months, to be exact.) The amount of art I’ve done since then is also… well, embarrassing. I haven’t arted much. Must be covid’s fault.(When in doubt, blame covid. Every irresponsible decision I’ve ever made is covid’s fault.)Flipping through my [...]
The Qualifications of a YA Protagonist // do I belong in a book?
So I turned 19 last month. It feels exactly the same way 18 does, but if a bearded stranger in a hood doesn’t ask me to join him on a mysterious quest at some point this year, imma sue some authors. This is my last chance to be a YA heroine. I'm NOT missing it. [...]
