Fiction
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
Joy and fulfillment
The Garden of Serenity Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life, Sarah found solace and serenity in her small backyard garden. It was a place where she could escape the chaos and immerse herself in the simple beauty of nature. Each morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, she would step outside, taking a deep breath, and feel a sense of anticipation and joy fill her soul.
By Adewale Ojaleye3 years ago in Art
Sailin' Shoes
Introduction One of the earliest pieces I wrote for Vocal was this appreciation of the art of Martin Muller (Neon Park). I was originally going to try with "The Last Record Album" but then decided to go with "Sailin' Shoes". In the piece below I do describe the picture in detail, and his work always has so much going on in it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Art
