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Cara Is the Best

If you haven’t heard of Cara yet, you should definitely check it out. It is what I’ve been referring to as new/better Instagram. I’m not fully aware of the backstory, but I downloaded it a few days ago, and I absolutely love it.

Cara reminds me of the way the internet and social media used to be, and in my opinion should be. It’s still a little clunky as it’s only in its beta version right now. However, it is such a more authentic, wholesome, and genuine experience than Instagram.

There are no ads. It’s actually possible to discover new artists and get interaction as a new user, unlike Instagram. Your feed is what you actually want to see, not just a bunch of random garbage.

Not only that, it’s better than Instagram because it allows you to have sections within your page. There’s a “my feed” section that shows what you’ve posted. You can post text, photos, or even share other people’s posts. Then there is the “portfolio” section. You can designate certain posts that will appear here, so people looking at your page can get a clear image of your art and style.

I love it so much already. If you end up making an account, I would be so grateful to have you support my art on there (amethystlambart)!

My Favorite Artist 

It’s hard
to watch talent
go unnoticed
to get swept
into corners
with cobwebs
and small clods
of dirt and dust

It’s hard
to watch ambition
get tangled up
and tied down
in the daily toil
and struggle of
just trying
to survive

I hope you know
how proud I am
of all your paintings
even the ones
you don’t like
even the ones
no one else
will ever see

I hope you know
your art matters
and just because
things didn’t work out
the way you’d hoped it would
when you were younger
doesn’t mean
you’re not exceptional
Art by Sarah Stupak

The Artist 

I'd love to know how others write
do they have a plan before
they put pen to paper or
place their fingers on the keys
do they know where they're going
as they embark upon this daily journey

For me writing is a chance encounter
with my secretive inner self
I never know what she has to say
until I sit down to listen
the conversation begins in silence
shyly unraveling in slow motion

Revelations of private wisdom
glimmering behind the veil
of the person I pretend to be
that funny feeling of never knowing
what's inside my own mind until
I give it space to surface

The stifling self-criticism that bars the door
to my still, secluded, subconscious sanctuary
tells me a masterpiece must have a plan
fills me with fear of wasting time translating
an underwhelming message
that doesn't matter

But conversations do not have blueprints
you can't predict which will change you
or save you suddenly from yourself
it's always worth it to take the risk
even if it's just for the pleasure
of having someone to talk to

So I faithfully open the door each morning
hoping that the artist within arrives
to tell me something beautiful 
even though some days she stands me up
she is a busy woman after all
with lots of better things to do