art
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.
Enigmatic
Staring at a cardboard package on the kitchen island. A young woman, still holding her school books, is puzzled by the appearance. The package is weathered and looks quite old. Her eyes hastily look to see if someone is still there. A chill stands the light colored hairs on the back of her neck. Moving closer, cautiously, she cannot help but be drawn to the parcel. Her big and bright beautiful eyes focus on the label. It is addressed to her brother Nathan whom is two years older than herself. She fights the urge to see what is inside, insomuch she instinctively reaches out without hesitation tearing open what has been tugging at her curiosity. She steps back, inside is a black notebook, almost as if it had never been used. "That is odd!" she thinks to herself. Underneath the black notebook appears to be a large book nicely wrapped in an old newspaper. The date reads 1959. The headline catches her eye. "The Disappearance of Avril Lynch!" A photo is also below the headline. It is of a shiny black 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. She carefully unfolds the corners of the newspaper to peek inside. Her big brown eyes widen. Inside are stacks of twenty dollar bills, hundreds of them, thousands, each sealed in a plastic lining. The thoughts race through her mind. Her brother had never been in trouble a day in his life. What could he possibly be into, is he hurt or in danger? She shakes the unnerving thoughts away. Her fingers shaking, she folds the newspaper back into place. Now, her attention is focused on the notebook. The home feels quite damp. Picking up the the notebook, she wraps her hands around her shoulders and shrugs from the cold. She climbs the stairs to her room and sits on the bed.
By Paul Sauvola5 years ago in Psyche
museum of fire
They cannot know but they do. Galloway did all he could: there is nothing heavier than a secret kept from humankind. When they knew they knew, Galloway preached instruction on acute mental exercises, like a monk explaining god. The lesson was on how to build a prison for a secret in your head. You open a wall in the weakest point of brick. Pry the pieces loose with soft fingertips if you’ve never fortified your personhood with hammers and picks. Now, you are the sharp object. It’s important that you are the sharpest thing in your own room. If that’s not possible, if your mind is too much flesh, wall yourself in. Like he said, it’s important.
By Sarah E. Roy5 years ago in Psyche
Rude Awakening
I awoke with pain in my arm. Silence contrasted against distant chatter and beeping. Was I in a robot prison? As ludicrous as that seems, it was my first thought. I pulled my mind closer; it felt like a kite pulling against thin string. My mind continued to float into the sky driven by a will of its own.
By Scarlet Martino5 years ago in Psyche
Turquoise Cups
The bigger your TV upgrade, the further you sit from the it…. why does it take a few thousand dollars to realize that your just moving your seat backwards to adjust to the size? Its funny, when people live in a tiny area, they really see what’s going on right in front of them, they see how much garbage they make, they realize how much plastic they use, how much mud is tracked in, everything a parent would dream their kid would notice if they had one of their wishes granted. It’s easier to see your habits, and get used to maximizing your organizational skills to the greatest potential.
By Noel Chrisjohn Benson5 years ago in Psyche
Art for a Healthy Mind
Why Is Art Important? About five years ago, I was going through a nasty depression (again). I am self-aware enough to recognize it and attempt to pull myself out. I picked up a pencil and tried drawing for the first time as an adult. I quickly learned that I wasn't very talented. There was a lot of trial and error. I went through a lot of erasers and paper. But I didn't give up. I drew every day. I slowly improved. More importantly, my self-confidence improved greatly as well as my self-esteem. Eventually, I started drawing on canvas. Then from there, I started painting with acrylic paint. I became so confident in my improvement that I started sharing my art with other people and actually sold a few pieces.
By Dulcy Warfield5 years ago in Psyche
The Story of the Angry Sushi Story
I want today tell you guys a story of one of my tattoos. Perhaps the most meaningful one and one that I wear with pride. At the moment I have a gallery of weird collection of tattoos, some of the more key players being a cigarette smoking flamingo on a skateboard, the disembodied head of a fire breathing rooster, and of course the Sushi one.
By Ellis L Grimshaw5 years ago in Psyche
