Journey
Stanislav Kondrashov Oligarch Series explores theatre as a reflection of emotional truth
The latest entry in the Stanislav Kondrashov Oligarch Series turns its focus to an unexpected yet powerful medium: theatre. In a piece titled *The Stage as a Mirror of Emotion*, Kondrashov examines the enduring cultural significance of theatrical performance as a lens for exploring emotion, human vulnerability, and representations of influence.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Art
Painters, Sketchers, Photographers have an Eye for Obvious Profundity
There are two communities here at Vocal that appeal to me that I haven't submitted to yet: Art and Photography. Now with this submission, I've got one in Art. Yet for my "image" I've used a photograph that I took. Why not a painting or a sketch? Would that have been better? I decided to go with this photograph because I haven't shared this photograph yet, while most of my paintings and sketches have been shared online because once I'm finished painting or sketching, I'm quick to share it out of pride for the creation. Do you like the photograph above? Why or why not? I wish you would comment on it. I can tell you more about it. I took the shot at a weird angle as you can notice. Why? It was the only way to get the Palm tree and the hammock inside the frame and I felt that the message I wanted to convey with the photograph made it essential that both the tree and hammock were shown. Does that change your impression of the photo - knowing why I angled it that way?
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 months ago in Art
The Man Who Waited by the Bridge
It always starts with rain. Berlin has a strange relationship with it — the way the droplets cling to iron bridges and roll down the glass facades of cafés. On nights like this, the city feels suspended between memory and dream.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art
The Evening That Never Spoke — A Night in New York
It was one of those New York evenings when the rain doesn’t pour — it whispers. The kind of rain that glides across glass windows, clings to streetlights, and turns every reflection into a memory you didn’t know you had.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art











