Exhibition

The Crossroads of Becoming
I found it by accident. Tucked between a laundromat and a shuttered bookstore, half-hidden by ivy and time, stood a rusted phone booth. Not the sleek glass kind from movies, but an old metal one—peeling paint, cracked receiver, a dial so stiff it groaned when turned. No one had used it in years. Probably decades.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Art
A Modern African Tarot
The fourteenth card in A Modern African Tarot marks a profound turning point. Where XII HANGED MAN invites surrender and new perspective, XIII DEATH brings closure, transformation, and the sacred necessity of letting go. This card reimagines the traditional Death archetype through African mourning rituals, ancestral reverence, and the cyclical nature of life.
By Vongani Bandi5 days ago in Art
Dunn & Sandwichgate
"Sandwichgate" -in this topic- refers to an incident: The 2025 acquittal of Sean C. Dunn (i.e., "Sandwich Guy") for throwing a Subway sandwich at a federal agent during Trump-era protests, while viewed as a symbol of resistance, was also scammed into existence as a misdemeanor assault.
By Reneegede711 days ago in Art
Art and the Inner Life on Man
According to some scholars, thoughts, knowledge, love and life are bounded by space and time and Man is born to deal with the problems connected with it and die. There is no escape from it and this is his destiny. If he escapes he may reach a timeless and formless pure state of perfection in the other world. The Vision of W. B. Yeats is all about that, which he symbolically expresses as a spiraling cone with the broad base representing the mortal life of man and apex representing the spiritual life of man. The map of his inner life, philosophy and religion is his vision, basing which he wrote mostly all of his poems. Among them Sailing to Byzantium and Byzantium are the simple, philosophic and difficult master pieces nobody can fail to quote. The old man in this poem faces the problems of old age, death and regeneration and finally gives his decision. He says that this world is not for the old but for the young only. Here young lovers, birds on the tree and fishes of the sea, Fish, flesh or fowl, etc. sing songs in praise of mortal sensual song without caring for the ageless intellect or wisdom, which is treated as monuments only. Here animate nature is devoid of spirit or spiritually passive. On the other hand the old man is both physically and spiritually impotent, a mere paltry thing, an effigy, tattered cloth upon a stick. But he realizes that all the monument like things are teaching him the magnificence of soul.
By mr salah12 days ago in Art
The Bench by the River
Every evening, I walked past the same old bench by the river. Its wood was weathered, gray with age, the paint long gone, and yet it had a quiet dignity that made me pause, if only for a second. I had always been in a rush—rushing home from school, rushing to finish homework, rushing to keep up with life. But that evening, something about the rain, or maybe just my exhaustion, made me stop.
By Yasir khan12 days ago in Art
Literature as Source of Knowledge
It is a fact that though man lives by instinct he progresses only by intellect. Civilization began with the development of intellect in man. So many changes took place in him. Now for everything man depends upon knowledge first and in man intellect overshadows instinct. When we read the works of poets, philosophers, intellectuals, we can understand very well the purpose behind their writings. For example if we read the works of Keats, Wordsworth, Shelley, Shakespeare, Milton, Spinoza, Jesus and Machiavelli, we can understand what love of beauty, Nature, liberty, perfection, greatness, intellect, love and power is respectively. It is the beginning for everything and without which nothing can be achieved in the world. This is the best diversion from tension, anxiety, worries and fear for anyone towards attaining a sense of relief or freedom. Actually by this way only intellect of man might have improved and overcome all kinds of fear.
By mr salah13 days ago in Art
The Day the Silence Learned to Speak
On the edge of a quiet town called Marrowell stood a clock tower that had not spoken in twelve years. People still checked the time by it, of course. The hands moved faithfully, circling the face with stubborn loyalty, but the bell—once the town’s heartbeat—had gone silent after a storm cracked its iron tongue. The mayor promised repairs. The years promised forgetting. And forgetting, as it often does, won.
By Yasir khan15 days ago in Art
Aesthetics
Human capacity for interpretation and understanding of the world is complex and moves precariously in balance between the objective and the subjective. Beauty itself might not be fully objective, but it often is (either as perceived, e.g. symmetry; or shared, e.g. trend). And it drives us: beauty gives us pleasure.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 21 days ago in Art
When Time Forgot to Behave
In the vast silence of the desert, where the land stretched like an unbroken thought and the sky hovered in patient blue, there hung a clock from the arm of a dead tree. It was an old pocket watch, silver once, now softened and drooping as if it had grown tired of its own certainty. Time, it seemed, had forgotten how to stay rigid.
By Jan weak 25 days ago in Art
More Than Pleasing: Art and Environment
Let us begin with the premise that being environmentally conscious does not imply being flawless; rather, it means being mindful of what needs to be done to make our earth a better place for future generations.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Art
The Unnamed: Chronicles of a Faceless Journey
There is a VHS tape somewhere in my mind, dusty and forgotten, labeled simply "LIFE." It sits among relics I cannot name—fragments of bone, the architecture of a ribcage, remnants of what once was. I have been thinking about this tape recently, wondering if anyone would bother to play it. Wondering what they would find if they did.
By Prompted Beautyabout a month ago in Art
Everything
We live in time, and we live in space. From the daily rise and set of the sun to the changing position of objects around us, time and space are the fundamental framework through which we perceive the world. But have you ever truly wondered: Where do they come from? And did they exist even before the birth of the cosmos?
By Water&Well&Pageabout a month ago in Art