Fiction

Giuseppe Bonifati: 'After touching the sky with my finger, I'm now back on the ground, albeit only for a brief moment.'
Having just crossed the threshold of 40 years, the Italian artist draws up the balance of a career that has included collaborations as an actor with Ridley Scott – for the film All the Money in the World– Michael Mann – for Ferrari– and Martin Scorsese – for the documentary series The Saints. “I maintain the freshness of the beginnings without the pressure of having to achieve results at all costs. Perhaps it’s the age when one learns to breathe instead of run. Yet I continue to move forward with curiosity and lightness: ‘Je me fous du passé,’ as Edith Piaf sang.” Giving him constant inspiration and support is Hungarian Linda Sugataghy, his wife and long-time collaborator: “With her I have found my homeland: we live a symbiotic love made of friendship, complicity, and mutual support. It is thanks to imagination and the creation of new worlds through writing and art that we experience every day the antidote to everyday banalities.”
By Elena3 days ago in Art
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
The Girl Who Turned Her Face Into an Aquarium . AI-Generated.
When people first saw the photo, most of them thought it was edited. A young woman stared into the camera, her face transformed into a living aquarium. Tiny painted fish swam across her cheeks. Blue water-like shadows curved around her eyes. Light reflections gave the illusion of glass, depth, and movement. It looked surreal, impossible, and strangely emotional.
By shakir hamid7 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
The Songs That Carry Us
Long before headphones or streaming apps, humans understood the power of sound. Music was more than entertainment; it was memory made audible. A melody could mark a season, a triumph, or a loss. A rhythm could summon courage or soothe fear. Across every culture, songs were vessels, carrying stories, values, and emotions from one generation to the next. Before letters could be written or books printed, music remembered for us.
By Luna Vani11 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
The Night I Decided to Build My Own Universe
The Quiet Birth of a World There is a specific kind of silence that only exists at 3:00 AM. For me, that’s when the Lyonheart Universe actually started to take shape. It wasn't a sudden "lightbulb" moment or a calculated business plan; it was just a single, persistent image of a character that I couldn't stop thinking about. For months, these fragments of dialogue and half-formed scenes felt like haunting questions that I was being forced to answer through a camera lens. It didn’t arrive ready for a global audience; it arrived as a raw, messy need to tell a story that felt different from everything else I was seeing on my feed.
By Lyon Gaber14 days ago in Art
THE QUIET LIBRARY OF ASHRAF STREET
Ashraf Street was a narrow vein of the city, often missed by those who hurried past it on the main road. Its buildings leaned toward one another like tired old men sharing secrets, their balconies rusted, their paint peeling in soft curls. By day, the street smelled of tea leaves and dust; by night, it fell into a silence so complete it felt deliberate. At its center stood the quiet library.
By Aftab Iqbal 15 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
Art for Life's Sake
Art is the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way to affect the senses or emotions. It encompasses a diverse range of human activities, creations, and modes of expression, including music, literature, film, photography, sculpture, and paintings. The meaning of art is explored in a branch of philosophy known as aesthetics. The definition and evaluation of art has become especially problematic since the early 20th century. Richard Wollheim distinguishes three approaches: the Realist, whereby aesthetic quality is an absolute value independent of any human view; the Objectivist, whereby it is also an absolute value, but is dependent on general human experience; and the Relativist position, whereby it is not an absolute value, but depends on, and varies with, the human experience of different humans. Traditionally, the term art was used to refer to any skill or mastery. This conception changed during the Romantic period, when art came to be seen as "a special faculty of the human mind to be classified with religion and science". Generally, art is made with the intention of stimulating thoughts and emotions.
By mr salah15 days ago in Art
The Last Flame
The Last Flame Hope was fading, but one flame still burned The night was unusually silent. The sky stretched wide and dark, scattered with stars that looked like forgotten wishes hanging above the earth. In the center of the village, a fire burned tall and fierce, its flames rising straight into the air as if the ground itself was trying to speak to the heavens. The crackling sound of burning wood echoed softly through the empty streets.
By writermehran15 days ago in Art
Angel Number 0099 – Completion, Purpose, and the Lightworker’s Call
The End of a Cycle If you are seeing 0099, you are at a very significant turning point. In numerology, 9 is the final single digit, representing completion, endings, and the culmination of a journey. Seeing 0099 is the universe’s way of closing a door so that a much larger one can open. It is the number of the Humanitarian and the Lightworker.
By Sthephanie16 days ago in Art