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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.
The Caged Raven
Out of all birds, ravens are the smartest. They've always been one of my favorite animals, ever since I was a child. Their wings, once expanded, are a true sight to behold. They are the most majestic creatures in my opinion. Of all animals, this is one to be reckoned with.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Psyche
Solivagant
Bubbles. Such wonderful little things that bring joy to so many people when they float around, shimmering in the light of the sun, free to do what they wish. They climb so high into the sky as little ones marvel at their simple creation made from a small mixture, previously bottled and sold to the eager children for pleasure—such wonderful little things. So wonderful that they also have the power to detach you from the rest of the world. Isolating you. Constricting you. Leaving you unable to connect with everything going on around you until you are left lifelessly trudging through life with no hope or glory to your name. Just an existence. Not a life.
By Bella Higgins7 years ago in Psyche
Mia Luna
I'm insane, I'm stressed, I'm far away in another galaxy being swallowed by a massive black hole as I stare lovingly and longingly at the moon. If I could marry the moon I would. My children would be the stars. My nightly walks with the one I love, lighting my way through the dark. Always being watched over, always safe. She does. She keeps me company late at night when I'm most vulnerable. Sees my scars. She's the one I look at when tears sting my eyes but never fall. She comes and goes, but when she leaves; there's always that promise of returning. I sing to her sometimes as she whispers of the songs to fill my ears, to distract. My icy breath visible as I look up to her the entire time, the melodies are sung softly; barely uttered with a strained voice. But, she understands, she knows, and she appreciates it; loves it. When I'm out with her, I walk hand-in-hand. Out is where I find love, peace, adoration, and comfort. My head always crooning up at the inky black sea to gaze upon my children. Shining bright as they carve pictures into the darkness. It's painful after a while. My neck bearing the weight of my head, my thoughts, but also because I can't gaze upon my children with pride forever. I wish I could. Sometimes my children dance by, that moment solidifying an opportunity to talk to them, to wish to be among them. But, for today, for now, this night; our love is only separated by this Earth. This inferno of life, with her waiting at the end.
By Nicole Fenn7 years ago in Psyche
A Moment at the Lake
Looking over the lake, I find my stomach dropping as my eyes lock onto a chunk of ice floating. It seems to get smaller as it goes, melting like everything else, the harsh lines softening and rounding out. It bumps into another piece and spins back, seemingly apologizing for something it can't control. But the other piece continues on without a glance toward my little piece. My little piece goes on, dodging and bumping others in a sad manner that reminds one of a kindergartner in a high school hallway.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Psyche
Burning Art
The ghosts from my "closet" attacked me and tried to eat me, alive. All of my overlooked emotions, fed up with being shoved to the corner for ages, surged up in all their vengeful power to haunt me. My body, unable to fend back, fell ill, and took the metaphor of bleeding itself out, a little too seriously. I seriously needed to start expressing this internal battle within me onto something external; so that my body would quit wanting to manifest everything physically...
By Elyssa Maridueña7 years ago in Psyche
Photo Analysis
Photo Analysis College is a difficult time for many students. Our whole lives we have been told what to do. From preschool to high school, we have been told how to dress, and when to go to bed. We had to ask permission to go to the bathroom, and had to attend class. If you didn’t do those things, then you would get into big trouble. Sara Shakeel, who is a college student, created the image, "Preparing for Monday," as a metaphor for the freedom students have in college, de-stressing, and hiding behind our sadness. To start, the image depicts a woman outside jumping over pills of Prozac. Prozac is a medication for those who have certain mental disorders. It is prescribed to those who may have depression, bulimia, anxiety, or even obsessive compulsive disorder. The juxtaposition of the happy woman and the pills is quite interesting. It is fascinating because as I said earlier, the pills are used to treat depression and this woman is merry. This comparison is a connection to college. The woman is the freedom college students have. Some may not know how to use it. Students might use it wisely and others may go off onto the deep end. Maybe that is why they would take Prozac.
By Hannah Leonard8 years ago in Psyche
