Inspiration
Attack of the Space Insect
It was a cold winter night in 1965. I was wearing my pajamas and snuggling with Daddy on the couch watching a Christmas special on TV when a high-pitched, piercing noise immediately distracted us from our show. I followed Daddy into the front yard. In the dark night sky, we saw a huge mass. It looked like a giant insect with a long stinger aimed directly at us.
By Joyce O’Day3 years ago in Art
Taliaferro Sebastian: Thee Art God Interview W/ S.Y.S.M. Podcast
Taliaferro Sebastian, an esteemed artist hailing from Dayton, Ohio, is known for his unique vision and artistic prowess. Recently, he engaged in a captivating interview with the S.Y.S.M. podcast, where he shared intriguing anecdotes about his recent exhibitions in Cincinnati and Cleveland, as well as his upcoming shows. Taliaferro's artistic journey has taken him across numerous states, countries, and even into the lives of celebrities, leaving an indelible impact on his career and the individuals who experience his art. This blog post delves into the interview's highlights, shedding light on Taliaferro's extraordinary path as an artist.
By Curtis Johnson3 years ago in Art
Wanderlust
Thin air burned in his lungs. For a moment, just a hint of a moment, he considered the wagon slowly trundling along behind him. But that was pointless, he would still only be able to travel at the pace of the slowest porter; and besides, it was better to spare the horses at these altitudes. Not for the first time, he looked around as a broad grin split his face. Mountains are never so glorious as when one is on foot between their massive shoulders.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Art
Words & Pictures
I bite my plastic straw as I suck overly-sweet iced vanilla latte into my mouth, unreasonably nervous and hyper-caffeinated (not the best combination). I’m trying to draw the ‘50s-style stool at the counter, but my sketch looks more like a weird robot with wonky legs. I am a terrible artist, and this person is going to see right through me immediately; there’s no way they’re going to want to work with me. My leg bobs up and down, which is not helping my jittering hands or pounding heart. I shouldn’t be here–it’s Wednesday! I should be at my comic shop picking up new releases. I’m just about to get up and run for the door when the person I’m meeting walks in. I recognize them from their profile pic–they have straight, shoulder-length brown hair, round glasses, and a curvy figure. They’re wearing a green shirt under denim overalls. Their gray eyes are piercing. They spot me immediately and make a bee-line for my table and I somehow manage not to curse out loud.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Art
The Cat-skull Lamp. Content Warning.
Years ago - perhaps a decade ago now - I stayed home from work to recover from a cold. I still lived with my parents; dad was outside doing some kind of yard work and mom was at work. I had just gotten back in bed after making a cup of hot tea and checking on my brother when I was surprised to hear my mom come home.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Art
The Whispering Stars
Vincent van Gogh's painting "Starry Night" has always held a magical allure. With its swirling skies and luminescent stars, it seems to beckon viewers into a dreamlike world. Tonight, we delve into this world, where stars whisper secrets and reality is as malleable as the vibrant colors on Van Gogh's canvas.
By Stevie Johnson3 years ago in Art
Beacon Of Hope
https://sites.ualberta.ca/~mhirji/water.html Anybody who has read my stories would know I have a complicated relationship with my family. I have not seen any one of them for almost four years, however not a day goes by when I don't think of them. Above is a link to my talented dad's art page. Under watercolor in the water section is a painting called Beacon of Hope. That painting speaks to me. I feel I am the one in the water, with only my head above. I feel so overwhelmed by life, overstimulation, the lack of empathy-you name it. Yet there is no denying that someone out there is looking to save me.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Art









