Fiction
The Hand of Humility
There are men who sit astride their world as giants, and there are three truths about these men, her mother would say. Three immutable truths. First, they will assume women are weak. Second, they believe they are smarter than everyone around them. Finally, they are convinced that they are irresistible.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Art
Canadian wildfire maps show where fires continue to burn across Quebec, Ontario and more provinces
iAs the scorchng summer heat intensifies, Canada finds itself grappling with a severe wildfire season in 2023. Vast areas of Ontario and Quebec have been engulfed in flames, posing a significant threat to communities, wildlife, and the environment. With firefighters and emergency response teams working tirelessly to combat the blazes, it is crucial to understand the magnitude and impact of these wildfires and the ongoing efforts to bring them under control. Read more...
By saif khalid3 years ago in Art
Julian Sands in A Room With a View:
In the vast realm of cinema, certain films possess the power to touch the hearts of viewers, leaving an indelible mark on their lives. Among these transformative movies is "Room with a View," a 1985 British romantic drama that not only launched the career of actor Julian Sands but also resonated deeply with audiences worldwide. This article delves into the impact of "Room with a View," exploring its significance in Julian Sands' career and the profound effect it had on the lives of those who experienced its enchanting narrative. Read more..
By saif khalid3 years ago in Art
Losing my Cezanne
Standing in the National Portrait Gallery looking up at Picasso, it suddenly clicked. He had no brush. No brush! A painter without a brush, a king without a sword. The pallet held a few dollops of almost color but it was an irrelevance. The man, the artist, the painter in the painting could no longer paint. Pablo had lost his mentor, his father figure, he was a man unmanned. Cezanne was gone forever. A world without Cezanne? It was unthinkable.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Art
Wheatfields Under Thunderclouds. Runner-Up in Painted Prose Challenge.
Indiana held fields of winter wheat. To be clear it does still, but when we stopped at the station to fill the car and drain our bladders, the road behind us and the road ahead saw the encroaching storm push toward us from the west. Driving north to see my father’s father and my uncle, the image of the approaching storm held for me the first look of foreshadowing.
By G. Douglas Kerr3 years ago in Art
Mother and Child. Runner-Up in Painted Prose Challenge.
Mavis wanted to hate Timmy. He was the dead stamp of the man who had told her the only thing he wanted to do was “to stare into her eyes for the rest of his life.” But when Mavis told him she was pregnant, he disappeared
By Geoffrey Philp 3 years ago in Art
Brushstrokes of Self-Discovery: A Tale of Art, Creativity, and Personal Growth
Staring at the daunting blank canvas propped on my easel, I felt the familiar sense of dread. I was an artist, or at least, that's what my business cards said. But after weeks of creative drought, I was starting to question my career choice. Could I really call myself an artist if I had nothing to show for it? My studio, usually a haven of color and imagination, now felt like a courtroom, with the blank canvas as the judge and jury.
By Evan Brown3 years ago in Art
