Journey
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
When Art Stops Protecting You
For as long as I can remember, art was my armor. Whenever the world felt too loud, too chaotic, or too demanding, I retreated behind a canvas. The stroke of a brush or the scratch of a pen was more than just a creative act; it was a defensive maneuver. To create was to build a fortress where the walls were made of watercolor and the moat was filled with ink.
By Jhon smith9 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 khan13 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 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
How to Make Money From Your Art Without Losing Yourself
Making money from art is rarely about talent alone. Most artists already know how to create. What they are missing is a structure that allows the work to move without being distorted by systems that were not built for them.
By Lay Simone18 days ago in Art
