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Saz Ross has demonstrated exceptional expertise as an artist. I had the privilege of attending her workshop at The Museum of Contemporary Art in Virginia Beach, where I was impressed by the seamless integration of her skill, personal narrative, and teaching ability, transforming challenging experiences into captivating visual representations. Her charisma is particularly noteworthy. I look forward to her career continuing to flourish.

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This piece represents my curious nature freeing my weighty one. I’ve seen my creativity as a burden, shown here as bowling balls, but I’m noticing my inner child, playful self coaxing me to rise in it, shown in her balloons which I last minute made different shapes because she doesn’t follow rules ;-) I felt the weight of perfectionism drowning but her inner voice is really enlightening. Even the clouds, which I would’ve considered as fluffy in a dream life, became gray — not stormy but moreso textured, because real life (just like pursuing something) isn’t a dream but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.

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I am so glad to be reminded that creativity is inherently a part of humanity: not something you have or don’t.

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Reliving a sexual attack under polygraph for an employment background investigation with subsequent questioning as to why I did not report the attack.

Sterile room. White walls. Broken & messy inside.

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Their eyes looking at staring at me, the hot texture of the basketball, but the one kind face sending me love. 

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Their eyes looking at staring at me, the hot texture of the basketball, but the one kind face sending me love.

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Their eyes looking at staring at me, the hot texture of the basketball, but the one kind face sending me love. 

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Feeling of eyes of judgment staring at me and being helpless to put out the fire.

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Done with lipstick and pen and colored pencil 

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I remember tables as a part of my divorce: the table when my ex-husband left, the table at the mediator’s office and the table at the lawyers office-the table I sat behind in court. Tables tables tables

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Saz elevates your natural strengths to access a creative edge, achieve optimum community engagement, and surface the confidence to think and act outside of the lines. If you want to set yourself a part from the rest, look no further.

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Lost Kite

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Wounds Won't Heal

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i see the darkness in the shadows. i taste the salt of my tears as they run down my face. i touch the softness of my face, and hear the wind blow as my curtains shake.

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i see the darkness in the shadows. i taste the salt of my tears as they run down my face. i touch the softness of my face, and hear the wind blow as my curtains shake.

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I see the table in front of me as I hide in my booth. I hear my dad's voice over the bustling patrons. I smell bread and coffee. I taste bad coffee. I feel cold and I can't stop shaking.

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I see nowhere to turn. I hear whitehorse-not calming white noise.  I hear the trailing of voices of my family and friends. Their words and advice falls down into a pit and absorbed  but not felt.  I smell what I long for.  I taste the metal of pain.  My skin feels prickly and too sensitive to the touch.  everything hurts-even the softest most soothing gesture. 

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I see nowhere to turn. I hear whitehorse-not calming white noise.  I hear the trailing of voices of my family and friends. Their words and advice falls down into a pit and absorbed  but not felt.  I smell what I long for.  I taste the metal of pain.  My skin feels prickly and too sensitive to the touch.  everything hurts-even the softest most soothing gesture. 

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I am not an artist, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching the process by which you brought the canvas to life! Seeing what my colleagues produced was awesome, as well. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity!

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I am not an artist, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching the process by which you brought the canvas to life! Seeing what my colleagues produced was awesome, as well. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity!

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If your emotions are the darkness, let your artistry be the light. 

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If your emotions are the darkness, let your artistry be the light. 

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Comfort feeds confidence, Confidence feeds invention.

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Comfort feeds confidence, Confidence feeds invention.

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Creativity is the key for unlocking liberation

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Creativity is the key for unlocking liberation

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My parents' actions following their divorce made me feel lost within my own home. Feeling sharp, on edge, being pulled every way, seeing unfamiliar people.

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I feel abuelito’s hand while I say goodbye.

I see family coming from all over to see him one last time.

I touch the dominos that we would always play. Growing up I really did not speak Spanish, but he showed me how to play and every time I came to his house that was the first thing that I would reach for to play with him.

I hear the Spanish birthday song he would play every year on my birthday over the phone.
I smell the plants he would grow. He loved gardening.

I taste the homemade queso he would make, which was my favorite type of cheese.

Abueltio = Grandpa
05/03/2015 the day he passed away.

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I feel cold. I see darkness. I touch water. I hear the trees breathing. I smell the dirt. I taste metal.

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I feel cold. I see darkness. I touch water. I hear the trees breathing. I smell the dirt. I taste metal.

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I feel cold. I see darkness. I touch water. I hear the trees breathing. I smell the dirt. I taste metal.

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Through the Eyes of Dad: By Blake Gershman 

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Through the Eyes of Dad: By Blake Gershman 

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Dad was by far the most influential voice and figure in my life and his spirit will always guide my path forward I know.

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I feel the coolness of the subway rails

I see the closing doors of the train barreling from one train stop to the next

I touch my watch and realize its 4am

I hear the drunken laughter and the tired sighs of fellow subway riders on the way home

I smell the pee and vomit cologne of the early morning A train

I taste the trident chewing gum keeping me awake on this long train ride home from work.

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I see a little house
I touch my hands to pray
I hear her laugh and soft voice
I smell southern crisp air
I taste black tea with cream

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I feel my art. My joy in my hands.
I see empty streets.
I touch nothing. Not even my face.
I hear sirens from every direction.
I smell Purell. Every 5 seconds.
I taste food. So much food. More than I can handle. More than I need.

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My dog ran into the woods late last night. We found him thankfully. But I was very scared.

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I feel sweaty palms and shallow breaths. I see a judge, my family crying and seeing my sisters name on the lawyers file. I touch my niece and nephew hands. I hear my aunt crying and screams of "Murderer". I taste salty tears and peppermint. I smell cinnamon, Perry Ellis 360, old building smells and cleaning solutions.

I lost my oldest sister from a domestic violence shooting. She was the core of our family.

Thank you for this activity.

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The Sun, God, my Dad, and Me

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Thanks so much for this experience.
I needed it.

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A. Seitz

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Contrasts: happy kids laughs at the park, and the sadness inside. The commotion and the noise...but the peace and relaxing of a swing...

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Thank you for allowing us to share our art! Art is a beautiful journey of self-worth, self- appreciation, nad self -awareness! It's an expression of our "parthway of life" by using colors, textures, artistic abilities and more. May we all find our extraordinary "pathways in life"! My art shows my feet on a constant journey at the beach. It is a path of love, renewal, and constant movement! Enjoy the journey!!

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Absolutely wonderful learning experience, I enjoyed the emphasis on letting go of expectations and control and being intuitive with the process. Saz opened up about deeply personal experiences to help us navigate our own feelings about loss and the idea reframing  being "lost" to empower us and process these feelings. She is an inspiration- an incredible artist & instructor.

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Lost: August to October in ICU, the smells and colors so sterile, incessant beeping of machines, splash of mucus, blues and greens and grays, a man screaming in another room

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The console was what divided us. In a moment of loss, I still felt the presence of love and God around me.

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PK-5 Art Teacher
I was so excited when I herd about this class. I was expecting a standard Watercolor painting workshop but this was so much better.

I have always found it difficult to express myself though words. But with art I can say as much or as little as I want sometimes I just need to work things out through the physical action of creating. Either way it became my first language. This is why I teach art. I know that some kids just don't have the words to get things out or maybe they just font have the courage. I am proud to teach them this new language.

I will definitely be incorporating the LOST method into my lesson plans this year. I work with a lot of students that are dealing with trauma. I want to give my students a safe avenue to explore those feelings without having to worry about exposing themselves directly to criticism.

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Lara Grace11:08 AM
she gave us some concrete art techniques that we could grab from while creating
Jean Wunder11:09 AM
The idea of story telling
Sarah Antine11:09 AM
She shared her own deep loss of her beloved mother, which opened up our ability to reach down deeper emotional losses
Rachel Horner11:09 AM
she also made it optional to share and reframed a few times that it was okay to not have an idea yet to move forward with,  which was really helpful
Kim Conaway11:09 AM
There were no mistakes
Dawn Myers11:09 AM
I noticed that she showed her art in process - both what she called, her mistakes, and her accomplishments.
Dana Jones11:09 AM
Yes, she was a detailed visual storyteller 
Ulyssa Martinez11:09 AM
She had many different samples and examples of this more abstract form of creating
Melissa Crowley11:09 AM
Art is not perfect neither is life
Elizabeth Martz11:09 AM
Art is experienced through all the senses.  The ability to think about what we see, how we feel, what we smell, and really connecting to our self!   Think about everything you are feeling!!
Carien Quiroga11:10 AM
Walking us through the senses was powerful... and the vulnerability allowed me to be vulnerable. 
Suzanne Messing11:11 AM
Her sincerity made me feel safe in digging deep to create our personal artwork.
Alysia Lee -MSDE-11:11 AM
The Get Lost Outlook


L= Listen To Criticism


O= Own your Outlet


S= Story Tell


T=Take Creative Risks

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Email: connect@sazross.com
Cell: 516-965-6796

I have an attraction to drawing and juxtaposing natural and man-made elements to raise awareness of the space between them. Being space conscious is something I explore today as an artist and storyteller while creating imaginary compositions. My vision as an artist/speaker is to allow viewers of all ages to look beyond the playfulness of my childlike imagery and stories in order to grasp the imperative nature of respecting boundaries.

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Let's Connect!

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This body of work has taken me over 6 years to put together. My speaking, art making, and educational career has progressively merged together. ions, businesses, and schools who contributed to this reel. I am grateful to have met so many incredible people (even in the midst of a pandemic). I'm so appreciative of all the people who have attended a workshop, art class, keynote, or speaking engagement-you are the reason why I do this and why I am so passionate about Art Education and Speaking
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I want to extend the largest, biggest, fluffiest, and most enormous THANK YOU to @outer_loop_media for putting this together with tremendous editing skills If you need a videographer, I HIGHLY recommend Chris and his team-you won't be disappointed
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To anyone who has ever considered venturing out of a career you never thought was possible-take the leap, pic up the mic, share your story...because you never know who might be listening. Cheers to falling, getting up, and falling again. You'll be happy you did it
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This body of work has taken me over 6 years to put together. My speaking, art making, and educational career has progressively merged together. ions, businesses, and schools who contributed to this reel. I am grateful to have met so many incredible people (even in the midst of a pandemic).

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In my presentation, Get Lost: Navigation to Creative Engagement, I unpack the reasons why speaking skills are essential in building self-esteem, confidence, and initiative for people in the workforce. In our fast paced world, it is imperative to find ways to allows others to STOP and LISTEN. Get Lost reveals my empowering journey as an artist, speaker, and educator. As a person who has taught in the richest and most impoverished areas of Maryland for the last ten years, I have taken speaking and educational risks that have allowed me to effectively reach audiences of a wide cultural and economic demographic-all while earning rewards for it along the way.

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In my recipe for successful and diverse engagement, I have used the word LOST as an acronym for listen to criticism, own your outlet, story-tell, and take creative risks, while accepting a process that makes you embrace the unknown. Getting lost does not have to be as scary as it sounds; sometimes it is the answer to life's most pressing questions and allows you to grow in ways you never expected. All of my action steps break down a methodology for discovering creative outlets that feeds the motivation to succeed in one's professional life. This presentation illuminates the impact of how you say words versus what you articulate to a crowd. People should feel pride in how they present themselves and engage with their work community and now is the time. Get Lost will paint the roadmap for how people can learn to sustain the attention of others while utilizing an array of speaking and body language techniques...with a bit of humor thrown in along the way.

Speech Takeaways:

· Steps To Finding A Creative Outlet That Allows You To De-Stress And Regain Focus.

· An Invigorated Sense Of Purpose About How One Presents Themselves In The Workforce.

· Strategies To Build Relationships With Others In Order To Gain The Respect Of A Crowd.

· Speaking Techniques That Allow You To Engage Others Through The Power Of Storytelling.

MY TALK IS ADAPTABLE FOR ANY AGE OR DEMOGRAPHIC. AS A SPEECH COACH, I CAN MAKE YOUR EVENT COME ALIVE AT A CONFERENCE, WORKSHOP, PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT SESSION, OR WORK ENGAGEMENT.

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In my presentation, Get Lost: Navigation to Creative Engagement, I unpack the reasons why speaking skills are essential in building self-esteem, confidence, and initiative for people in the workforce. In our fast paced world, it is imperative to find ways to allows others to STOP and LISTEN.

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Express your thoughts and feelings about the Workshop!

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Express your thoughts and feelings about the Workshop!

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Write your name, email (for my list), and professional title (teacher, artist, administrator, entrepreneur)! This part is extremely important to me! Thank you!

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Post Pictures of your art here! Make sure to title it with your Name!

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Post Pictures of your art here! Make sure to title it with your Name!

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You must get lost in creativity in order to be found in the eyes of confidence.

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You must get lost in creativity in order to be found in the eyes of confidence.

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I was so captivated with the visual texture connecting to the emotion of the memory that I never made it to water color yet. My work represents the time I had to bury my first pet after watching her take her last breath.