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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
This is Your Brain on Painting: Effects on Memory, Emotions, and Cognition
Across multiple lands and worlds, the message appears loud and clear: meditate. Meditate. For mindfulness is now accepted as healing for many conditions of the human psyche: trauma, internalised dysfunctions, and the all unfortunate and inevitable ageing of the brain.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 4 years ago in Psyche
A Little Intro into my brain.
A sinister whistle covers the night sky, dazzling the world with dark notes and darker moods. A burdened heart, pulsing steadily; working out all the kinks and cogs that make it function. Iron and flesh, pounded and meshed together in a messy torrent of anguish, pain flooding every vein, gradually dyed in a murky brown. Her eyes open, hollow but brimming full of sinister, maniacal energy. An empty desire and longing thirst. A crunching, followed by a raspy gurgling sound echoes down her throat as her soul is slowly ripped apart by thin, cracked fingers which calmly re-form the life. The surgery unfolds, her smile grows sharply, opens widely revealing sharp teeth. A mouth to feed and devour.
By Nathan Man4 years ago in Psyche
Color Plays
Almost every artist understands aspects of color theory, balance, and values to complete a new composition, yet it is possible to deepen the stimulation of emotions to the viewer deliberately. The experts in marketing and advertising have done extensive research regarding the light spectrum of color. Every occupation that deals in color can benefit from this research. Artists and artisans alike that are knowledgeable in using colors inspire an emotional response by its proper uses.
By Kathleen Ewing Fowler4 years ago in Psyche
The Frog Monster
Once upon a time, there lived a princess named Rose. Everywhere she walked, she brought joy to people. Children and animals loved her, and the flowers in the castle’s garden bloomed at every step she took. One day, she walked to the lake that was placed on the grounds of her castle. As she dipped a toe in the water, admiring the fish, a creature was lurking at the bottom of the murky, brown water. It swam up to her and grabbed onto her toe. When Princess Rose saw the massive bull frog, startled, she shrilled in terror and fell backwards onto the ground. The creature crawled to her side and stared down into her petrified eyes. It stated, “Quiet flower, no need for words. Kiss me now, my sweet conquer.” After a moment of being paralyzed in fear, the timorous princess shot up off the ground and ran back to her castle, her supposed safe haven, but the sadistic varmint locked his gaze on her. Later that night, after Princess Rose completed her nightly tasks and was sound asleep in her bed, the bull frog found his way into her bedroom window. He crept onto the girl’s bed, leapt onto her pillow, and kissed her on the lips. As the unconscious princess had no clue of her surroundings, her dreams took over her actions, and she slowly started to kiss him back. The joyous frog happily stepped away from his princess and awaited his transformation. He was ready to become hers. He was ready to take her, to own her, and to have all of her love and respect, but his satisfaction never came. So, he kissed her again hoping she would allow him to be hers, but she awoke at once and hit him, causing him to be flung out the window and fall to his death.
By Heather Foreman4 years ago in Psyche
Sparky: Writers, Shamans, Creativity and Magick
You are in a dark room. So dark that at first you can’t see anything. Pitch black. Then slowly, as your eyes adjust to the gloom, you notice a gathering light in the centre of the room. A faint glow, so tiny, the last of a candle flame. When you try to look at it directly, it’s too bright, and hurts your eyes. But the candle is on the brink of going out. The room is cold, and whenever the wind blows the flame gutters in the draft. Once it’s dead, it will be gone forever.
By James Garside4 years ago in Psyche
A Turtle Telling Time
Sea turtles were once regarded as the time-keepers of the ages by the sages and mages. That is, perhaps, why they live so long. These patient reptiles stay to record the times of its beats and measures on the scutes of their shell spines. Turtles in general are catalogued as 'slow' travelers. I beg to differ. Soil or sea, they migrate according to magnetic force of resistance and flow. By phenomenon of weight and matter, they balance time to the numerical state of zero. 'Slow' (or 'fast') is reserved for both the objective and subjective.
By Aimee Ortega4 years ago in Psyche
