Journey

The Day I Almost Gave Up Writing
How one moment of doubt became the turning point in my creative journey --- I still remember the exact day I almost gave up writing.
By Itz stories 6 months ago in Art
Loch Ness
My hands clasped tight in his a wool sweater stretched across his shoulders even with all that sweat in the room. A distant Scotland called up in his pale green eyes
By Katarina Tyler6 months ago in Art
Episode 1 — I Wasn’t Meant to Be an Artist But I Became One Anyway
I was born in 1986, in a city called Gwangju, South Korea. I don't know about other families in Gwangju, but mine had absolutely nothing to do with art.
By Oh Kyeong Hoon 6 months ago in Art
Marker.ae: The Comic Book Style of Business Storytelling in the UAE
We’ve been asked countless times: “So, you just draw in meetings?” And our answer is always the same: Not exactly. What we do at Marker.ae is closer to storytelling. Yes, we use markers and tablets, but the real work lies in how we capture the spirit of the conversation. Through humor, metaphor, and a comic book-inspired style, we translate abstract ideas into visuals that people actually want to look at and that they’ll remember.
By Marker.ae Graphic Recording6 months ago in Art
Echoes in Color
In Lahore, where the call to prayer weaves through the morning air and rickshaws weave through traffic like stubborn thoughts, lived a boy named Rehan. He was seventeen, soft-spoken, and carried the quiet intensity of someone who sees more than they say. His hands were always stained—blues under the nails, ochre on his wrists, charcoal smudged at the edge of his palm. Paint wasn’t just something he used; it was something he lived with, like breath.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
The Scream by Edvard Munch is one of my favourite paintings
The Scream by Edvard Munch is another one of my favourite paintings that is alongside of that of Nighthawks. I have a shirt with The Scream 😱 by Edvard Munch. This painting is absolutely brilliant and amazing. It is a contradiction in a way warm colours but dark and deep subject matter.
By Rikki La Rouge 6 months ago in Art
Colors of Her Silence
Meher was never loud. Not in voice, not in presence. As a child, while others ran and laughed, she sat with a pencil and paper, tracing the world around her—the curve of a leaf, the shadow on a wall, the way light fell through the window at different times of day. Words never came easily, but lines did. Colors, too.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
The Accidental Artist
Vikram Sharma had never considered himself creative. Not really. Sure, he once tried making samosas from scratch and nearly set off the smoke alarm, but that was more chaos than artistry. At forty, he worked at a bank, wore the same shade of blue shirt every Monday, and found excitement in perfectly aligned sticky notes.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
The Power and Significance of Art in Human Culture
Art has always been a quiet yet powerful companion to humanity. Long before written language, our ancestors left marks on cave walls—handprints, animals, symbols—sharing glimpses of their lives, fears, and dreams. These early expressions weren’t just decoration; they were meaning made visible. That same impulse lives on today, whether in a child’s scribbled drawing, a street musician’s melody, or a carefully crafted novel.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
Landscape Vegetation Design for Amusement Parks
Vegetation in amusement parks serves purposes beyond decoration. It shapes microclimates, enhances thematic immersion, guides visitor movement, and contributes to ecological balance. A well-executed planting strategy integrates horticulture with architectural and operational objectives, creating spaces that are both visually compelling and functionally efficient.
By amusementparksolution6 months ago in Art
The Painter of Forgotten Faces
In a narrow alley where the cobblestones were worn smooth by time and silence, there lived a woman named Imaan. Her home was a crumbling stone building with ivy curling around its windows like old thoughts clinging to the mind. She kept to herself, speaking only when spoken to, and even then, her words were few and soft, like the brush of a feather on paper.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
The Brush Between Worlds
Tucked between a subway entrance and a glass-fronted café in the heart of the city stood a small, unassuming studio with peeling blue paint and a hand-lettered sign: Zehra’s Corner – Paint. Breathe. Be.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art