Inspiration
The fourth dimension
Amelia stood before the ancient Clockmaker's Tower, the old stones weathered by centuries of wind and rain. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of cicadas. In her hand, she clutched the worn diary, its pages filled with faded ink and memories of a time long past.
By Nand Pippal2 years ago in Art
Harmony in Silence: A Tale of Inspiration and Imagination
On a brilliant and delightful sunlit morning's eve, two sincere real factors confronted each other blissfully. Trust filled their spirits as they sat in this harmony-filled sunlight-lit gallery. Both had come here ahead of schedule, to this beautiful spot, completely anticipating that significance should pour from their fingertips, as they arranged to form and captivate whimsical manifestations of unadulterated, clear, inebriating amazement and wonderment.
By Therealsam2 years ago in Art
Pen & Inktober
1. Dream I walk these halls, so familiar yet unrecognisable. Pictures of faces I can’t quite place line the walls, the paintwork crumbling away the further I go. In the distance, a pair of double doors block the path ahead, the glass smeared with paint. Each step towards them brings me further away, the endless hall stretching out beyond reach.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Art
On the second day of the former president's trial... Trump accuses the Supreme Court of ignoring the largest fraud operation in the United States of America.. Content Warning.
president's trial... Trump accuses the Supreme Court of ignoring the largest fraud operation in the United States of America.nd day of Trump's impeachment trial, you were indicted.
By Walied Gamal El din Sayied2 years ago in Art
renaissance womannn
WRITING IS THE ONLY TRUE FORM OF IMMORTALITY: CICERO There is too much desire for heated debate, and that heat is blended with the refusal to hear either side and achieve a common ground. As a true neutral, I believe that I hardly meet evil people. In fact, the people I do encounter as of today are often quite good, and very worthy of finding common ground with. We all walk the same ground anyway. The people I encounter, at worst, are misunderstood, and they are living to some degree in a version of (an) ignorance. To label an entire human as ignorant is ridiculous, as we are all ignorant on a few issues to which we have never known. I believe there is no such thing as an expert, an expert is only someone who is obsessed with learning something that is always changing. Humanity that I see, hear, and live in is not depressing, is not evil. I think there are just a lot of broken people walking around cosplaying as ghosts. I do not see malicious intent in many haunted houses, that narrative is for the movies. The ghosts I see can be stored with sadness but then, I would become a ghost too. My duty to society, granted to me by God, is to be the optimistic soul I have always been. I see how short lived these ghost personas are. All you have to do is get them talking about something they love, and their entire colors change. They light up and life and vitality returns to their faces, and finally I can see more clearly what is there.
By Ava Spolec2 years ago in Art
The Whispering Grove
The Whispering Grove Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills, there stood a magnificent grove of ancient trees. These trees, with their gnarled branches and whispering leaves, were known as the Whispering Grove. They had watched over the village for centuries, their wisdom and presence a source of comfort and inspiration to generations.
By Themaskman2 years ago in Art
Title: Navigating Sorrow:
Sorrow, an emotion we all encounter at some point in our lives, is a profound and complex experience. It's the feeling that washes over us when we face loss, disappointment, or hardship. In this blog post, we'll explore the facets of sorrow, its impact, and how we can navigate this emotion on our journey towards healing and personal growth.
By olajire titilope2 years ago in Art







