Contemporary Art

Longing and Loss. Content Warning.
Once, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and blooming meadows, there lived a young girl named Lily. She had a heart as delicate as a rose petal and a spirit as vibrant as a field of wildflowers. Lily's days were spent frolicking amidst the fragrant blossoms, her laughter echoing through the air like a sweet melody.
By corkybella3 years ago in Art
The Melody of Serendipity
There once was a young musician by the name of Lucas who lived in the charming little town of Harmonia, where music wafted through the streets like a pleasant breeze. Lucas was well-known for his love of melodies and his emotional lyrics. He had an untamed mop of chestnut hair, and a guitar never left his side. It was his hope that people would hear his music and be moved by it.
By Eve Johnson3 years ago in Art
Little Lady
The Artist This one is a special one; an artist that may come to shock you. For she is the one called “Little Lady” and she prays for everyone, including you. She has an old soul. She knows that she is beautiful inside and out. She knows this because God makes no mistakes, no matter how tall or stout. God didn’t create her perfect for them. He created her perfect for, him. It is her imperfections that make her perfect. From which she knows she could not defect. She has such a tender heart, and she wears it on her sleeve. So nurturing and also very caring. She’s before her time, at least that is what they say. For she is but a child, as she turns seven today. Her mother cleans in preparation of Little Lady’s birthday bash. And there it was, a note underneath her teddy bear Ash.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Art
Fifty Sisters
The 1940s saw the world’s petrochemical industry dominated by oil production in the Middle East and a cartel known as the Seven Sisters. Three decades later, during the Arab-Israeli war, an oil embargo was imposed against the United States. In an expression of political retaliation, Arab nations sought revenge against the US for arming the Israeli military.
By Nicky Frankly3 years ago in Art
LAST DAY IN MADRID
In the hostel lounge, Talia hunched over in the wire chair next to the mural of fish-shaped eyes, splashed with muted green, orange, and yellow. She took out her red wallet which doubled as a good luck charm. She read that red attracts abundance which she immediately needed. She counted the euros three times, alloted an amount for the cab to the airport, one meal, payment for the last day’s lodging, and admission to the Museo de Reina Sofia, a mile walk away through Retiro Parque. She savored the buttery but hardened, almond croissant left over from the day before. Her luxury for this day was a cafe americano. Still hungry, she reached into her back pack for the stale almonds in the zip pocket. During the stay, her persistent worry was being stuck in Spain without resources.
By Edwina M Salazar3 years ago in Art
The Art Professor's Tale
The Art Professors Tale Part 1 Strands of long black hair fell from his lowered head hovering above the teak wood adorning the top of the desk. Worn hands failed to conceal the unsteadiness he felt inside as they shuffled through papers. Fingers filled with tremors of his emotions lingered on individual pages before moving on to the next. Eyes unable to focus through the blur of his thoughts stared blankly at words written in meter and verse.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Art
From Below the Cloud
Here, on this cloud. No better place to be, than here, on this cloud. To look down below and see my love, who once loved me, walking along the green hills with another man’s hand in hers. But saying another man would be incorrect. For here, laying on this cloud and speaking, is a being of half-man half-animal. My legs replaced with a beast’s hind legs of burnt umber colored fur and hooves clicking instead of calm flat feet. And when my hands brush the delicate waves of the hair on my head, the curled horns bar my fingers. I am strong, that is true, but inside I am as soft as the faint song heard from a Blue Bird singing far within the spring-morning mountains. And the only way the people hear this song, is not when they look at me or hear me speak like an ordinary man speaks, it is when I play. When I press my lips gently against the wooden flute and pour all that is within me out through the wooden holes, then, out comes my song. A sad song. A song of loneliness and of love never felt and given, and acceptance never received. And when the people are in town and can hear this song playing in the distance, they follow it. Follow it through the village, across the bridge and up towards the green hills. And then they see me. Me, playing this song. And no matter how sweet the song is and how far they have traveled to be close to it, when they see me all the curiosity and delight on their faces disappear and they hurriedly walk away, leaving me alone to play my sad song.
By Katheleen3 years ago in Art
The Artistry of Painted Prose: Engaging the Senses through Vivid Descriptions
Section 1: The Essence of Painted Prose Painted prose, often referred to as descriptive prose, is a literary technique that emphasizes the use of vivid and expressive language to create immersive imagery and evoke sensory experiences. Unlike bare-bones prose that focuses solely on conveying information, painted prose infuses narratives with vibrant colors, textures, sounds, smells, and tastes. It engages the reader's senses, transporting them into the heart of the story and allowing them to experience its world on a deeper level. Through carefully chosen words and detailed descriptions, authors paint a vivid canvas in the reader's mind, transforming mere words into an art form.
By Ndlangamandla Thulasizwe3 years ago in Art
In The Chariot
Come closer, come closer... Not like you are just gonna walk away and leave me all alone with these other hideous pieces and too much fluorescent light, are you? Stay a while...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Art
The Whispering Stars
Vincent van Gogh's painting "Starry Night" has always held a magical allure. With its swirling skies and luminescent stars, it seems to beckon viewers into a dreamlike world. Tonight, we delve into this world, where stars whisper secrets and reality is as malleable as the vibrant colors on Van Gogh's canvas.
By Stevie Johnson3 years ago in Art
Alan Arkin
Alan Arkin, a name that resonates with versatility and artistic brilliance, has captivated audiences for over six decades with his profound acting skills, directing prowess, and musical talents. Born on March 26, 1934, in Brooklyn, New York, Arkin embarked on a remarkable journey that showcases his resilience, passion, and unwavering commitment to his craft. From his humble beginnings in the theater to becoming an Oscar-winning actor, Arkin's life serves as an inspiration to aspiring artists worldwide. This biographical account delves into the profound impact Arkin has made on the entertainment industry, highlighting his achievements, challenges, and the enduring legacy he has carved for himself.
By Yamira Ureña García3 years ago in Art
The Novocastrian Bridges And The Art Of John Coatsworth
Moon River by John Coatsworth Introduction I've always loved The Art of John Coatsworth and you can see a lot of it by clicking on that link. I have this book of his work in my front room.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Art