History

The Artist Who Never Finished a Single Piece Of Art In His Whole Life
There are artists whose works hang in galleries, framed and lit, admired by the world. And then there was Elijah Ward—a man whose name appeared on no canvas, whose brushstrokes were always halfway done, whose art never saw completion.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Art
The Cursed Filmmaker
Nicolás Guillén Landrián (1938–2003) created a body of work as intense as his life. When one ventures into it, one cannot help but be surprised by such profound genius—rediscovered again after so much time. Writing this homage to his figure caught me off guard, becoming a challenge to highlight such a sincere and sensitive aesthetic in so few lines. What was Landrián beyond a creator? Time has proven that the simplicity of his work was the foundation for shaping a deeper sense of Cuban identity within the artistic spectrum.
By Cesar Alejandro Mursuli Abreu7 months ago in Art
🌫 Haunted Field Recordings: Capturing Spaces That Remember
There are sounds that don’t just echo — they linger. At Yokai Circle, we’ve long been obsessed with sound’s ability to carry memory. Not the clean, documentary kind — but the emotional kind. The kind that haunts.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Art
Continue the death story? Part 2
Part 😢2 I had already given my statement, but several questions still lingered in my mind. One question in particular kept nagging me: "Sadria, a 7-year-old girl, how did she end up alone outside on the charpoy in the freezing cold?" I tried to ask the girl's mother, but she was a Pashto speaker and didn't understand Urdu or Punjabi. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her face showed simplicity and helplessness. I asked her husband to translate: "Where did you put your daughter to sleep? Is it possible that she went outside on her own?" The mother looked silently at her husband, who translated: "My wife says she put Sadria to sleep with the other children in the room. When everyone fell asleep, she also went to sleep. After that, she doesn't know how the girl went outside."
By New stAr writer 7 months ago in Art
💔 The One Glance That Lost Everything
They say the dead don’t return. But one man tried. Orpheus — the poet, the singer, the man whose music could move mountains — once walked into the underworld for love. Not to conquer. Not for glory. But for Eurydice. His bride. The woman who died too soon, taken by a snake’s bite before their life together could begin.
By Zohre Hoseini7 months ago in Art
The Lamp in My Father’s Room
The Lamp in My Father’s Room The house smelled of old wood, rain-soaked soil, and memories. Arif hadn’t returned home in almost eight years. The city had become his world—skyscrapers, meetings, deadlines. He had gone to chase success, to become “someone,” as he used to say to his father during their arguments.
By Khalid khan7 months ago in Art
The Quest for the Glowing Blossom. AI-Generated.
In a small village nestled among lush forests, lived a girl named Layla, known for her curiosity and love for adventure. Every day, she wandered through the market, drawn to the warm aroma of fresh bread from Uncle Hassan's bakery. Uncle Hassan, the old baker, often told peculiar tales about a magical forest beyond the hills, but no one believed him—except Layla.
By Omar Mohammed 7 months ago in Art
🩸 Rituals Without Gods: The Occult Language of Dark Ambient . AI-Generated.
Dark ambient has always flirted with the occult. Not in the Hollywood sense of pentagrams and blood rites—but in something deeper, older, and harder to define. Something that feels ritualistic, even when you don’t know why.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Art
🕯️ Loops Like Ritual: The Meditative Power of Repetition in Music . AI-Generated.
There’s something sacred about repetition. In prayer. In breath. In walking. In waiting. In healing. In time. It shows up everywhere: the cycle of seasons, the tide rising and falling, the beating of your heart.
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Art
Petals of Promises🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹. AI-Generated.
In the Yellow Rose Garden, where flowers swayed under the spring breeze, four girls gathered near an old fountain. Laila, Salma, Nour, and Hind sat on a wooden bench, sharing laughter and secrets, though heavy hearts lingered beneath.
By Omar Mohammed 7 months ago in Art
The Hidden Threads of Ancient Greece in Our Modern World
Next time you walk beneath a stone arch, recite an oath, watch a play, or vote in an election, pause and listen closely! You may just hear the whispers of a world that never truly left us. Yes echoes of Ancient Greece!
By Strategy Hub7 months ago in Art
ENCORE OF THE DAMNED
THE BONES BENEATH THE STAGE BY ZAHIR SHAH The first time I heard the walls breathe, I thought it was tinnitus – the high-pitched whine leftover from a decade of mixing live sound for bands that worshipped volume as a sacrament. But this was different. Lower. Resonant. A slow, rhythmic huuuhhhh… haaaahhhh that seemed to vibrate up through the worn soles of my boots from the very foundations of the old Grand Lyric Theatre. It wasn’t in my ears; it was in my bones.
By Zahir Shah7 months ago in Art