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GINA DEVINE β–ͺ️Painter||Writer.  πŸ“Montclair NJ Oligo Professional Sponsored Artist Born into this industry Growing my way through. Art is survival.

PSA baby. Burn bridges. You can't go back. There's only FORWARD πŸ–€πŸ”œπŸ”œπŸ”œπŸ”œπŸ”œ

Peep the sand and silver πŸ‘€πŸ˜‹β™₯️

As magical as fairy dust. @oligopro

I'm always so happy with her beautiful, effortless looking blend and color. She has a natural level 5 base, that looks as if she has beautiful light baby light like painted pieces throughout her head. She naturally has the ability to get lightness from the sun, and that helps us along to our gorgeous sun kissed end result.

The wind was driving me nuts today πŸ™„πŸ™„ but we managed to get some beautiful pics of her perfect color. Kim is a natural level 5, we hand paint her open air with @oligopro extra blonde and 20 volume. We tone her with @pravana 9.1/9.22 zero lift for about five minutes on towel dried hair at the sink. All I can say is, saturation and hand blending can help you achieve any goal with enough practice. We wait three months between her appointments, and she takes amazing care of her hair with coconut oil treatments and well, tender love and care 😘

To the tired,
You are not alone.
To the broken,
You will be repaired.
To the hopeless,
You will find your peace.
Hell hath no fury like KARMA.
Hate has no place here. I don't fight in silence. I am an intersectional humanist. I stand WITH the people, WITH Black Lives Matter, WITH immigrants, WITH indigenous and oppressed people, WITH LGBTQ, WITH Women, WITH the poor, WITH people with disabilities, WITH people with mental illness, WITH the abused, mistreated, and wrongly incarcerated.
WE ARE AMERICA TOO.
I am aware of the truth, and I look further for it every day. I am sorry, I am sad, and I am here. The silence in our industry is appalling. All these giant platforms. All these silent pages. I'm grossed out. And to all the the human beings who are hurt by the quiet and the turning of the cheek, I am so sorry. -G

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I'm just a wordsmith.

Please strong one,
Be unapologetically aware of your value.
It comes from within the walls of your consciousness and cannot be stolen by the ways of this world.
It is imperative for you to set your doubts, fears, and naysayers on fire in your tireless pursuit for happiness, purpose and truth.
You're not fooled by the facade, don't pretend to be.
The power of your voice is bigger than the powers against you.
Speak.
The world needs you. -G

Rain brings flowers, artists. I promise. They may not remember the "rulers" the "owners" and the "product" but I promise, they will remember the art.

Remember when this was the realm of the artist? when we were all so happy to have a place that got us away from the "catty salon environment"? Remember when Instagram was our escape, and our way out? Our way to create without boundaries, and project our best selves out into the world? Remember when it was the place we first built our clientele from the ground up, and found a few people from around the globe we could connect with? Remember? I know I do. Maybe since then it's become overpopulated. Maybe it's become watered down. Maybe people are forgetting what it was all supposed to be. Reach back to the place we created, and ADD to the environment, don't just suck it dry. Let's bring the art back. Let's bring the TRUE INDEPENDENT ARTIST back. I'm not going to stop pushing that. You can come with me, or get lost in the new wave of competition and falsehood. Call me when you're over the elitism. Just know you're always welcome back.

Just some straight up honesty, train of thought, not looking for any type of sympathy, just speaking a part of my very vulnerable truth.
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone on an island. Looking at hair through a blurry lens, wishing it was a canvas. Wishing it was a large wall, that I could plan out, and draw on, and paint, and sit in my solitude creating. Sometimes I wonder, if I worked myself in a circle, coming back to this life after so long away, and I gave up the freest part of myself because I was afraid. Because I was "responsible". Because I was on the verge of financial extinction. Sometimes I wonder, if I'm the only "hair artist" who feels this way. If I'm the only one who doesn't love this industry, or this way of life. If I'm being ungrateful. If I'm in the wrong headspace. And then I think I should keep these feelings all to myself, or just write them down and go back to work.
So I do. And I work and work and work until the hair gets better, and more refined, and lighter, and brighter, and ugh. It's like I'm literally bleaching out my creativity. I contemplate never letting these feelings out. But I wouldn't be truthful, and I'm tired of fighting my truth. I find myself going crazy seeing so much hair, doing so much hair, and having conversations about it. I'm tired of trying to change the subject to something deeper, realer, and being met with vacant smiling faces. My heart drops in a strange nostalgic sadness when I see people creating in other ways. It's making me feel uninspired, and anxious as hell. I'm sorry for throwing doubt into the world. I'm sorry for the disconnect. Maybe people are foaming at the mouth for me to leave and implode. But I need to see where else I can go. Just being vulnerable, for now. -G

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