Process
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 oneâpeeling 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
Art Isnât Escape â Itâs Translation
People often speak of art as a doorway outâan exit from reality, a refuge from pain, a soft place to land when the world grows loud. They say we read to forget, paint to flee, write to disappear. But the longer I live, the less that idea holds. Art has never taken me away from life. It has taken me deeper into it.
By Jhon smith8 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 rushârushing 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 khan12 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, thatâs 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 didnât 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
When Music Learns to See . AI-Generated.
Music has always painted pictures in the listenerâs mind. Now, with artificial intelligence, those pictures can exist on screenâinstantly, beautifully, and in perfect sync. As digital platforms continue to prioritize video-first content, artists and brands face a new creative demand: every sound needs a visual identity.
By Beat Viz ai15 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 bellâonce the townâs heartbeatâhad 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
