Mixed Media
Aetheric Essence
Running, running, running, and crashing throughout the night. Through trees, the bush, and nests where critters dash through the night. Each bush disturbed in a chaotic cacophony in the stillness of the evening air. The rushing rivers were as ponds in your wake, puddles even; negligible. Nigh nonexistent, everything in your sight fell away; as the only two things remaining were you & your path. The world falls away when you're like this; everything becomes a white noise, not a distraction, but another mode of existence entirely – a flow.
By Kuro Seijaku 27 days ago in Art
Embodied Performance and the Rise of a New Chinese Australian Screen Language
Olivia Wang in Wake Her Up — a body led screen performance recognised across international film festivals. Olivia Wang in Wake Her Up — a body led screen performance recognised across international film festivals.
By Fusion Artabout a month ago in Art
The Bench by the River
Every evening, I walked past the same old bench by the river. Its wood was weathered, gray with age, the paint long gone, and yet it had a quiet dignity that made me pause, if only for a second. I had always been in a rush—rushing home from school, rushing to finish homework, rushing to keep up with life. But that evening, something about the rain, or maybe just my exhaustion, made me stop.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Art
The Night I Decided to Build My Own Universe
The Quiet Birth of a World There is a specific kind of silence that only exists at 3:00 AM. For me, that’s when the Lyonheart Universe actually started to take shape. It wasn't a sudden "lightbulb" moment or a calculated business plan; it was just a single, persistent image of a character that I couldn't stop thinking about. For months, these fragments of dialogue and half-formed scenes felt like haunting questions that I was being forced to answer through a camera lens. It didn’t arrive ready for a global audience; it arrived as a raw, messy need to tell a story that felt different from everything else I was seeing on my feed.
By Lyon Gaberabout a month ago in Art
When Music Learns to See . AI-Generated.
Music has always painted pictures in the listener’s mind. Now, with artificial intelligence, those pictures can exist on screen—instantly, beautifully, and in perfect sync. As digital platforms continue to prioritize video-first content, artists and brands face a new creative demand: every sound needs a visual identity.
By Beat Viz aiabout a month ago in Art
The Day the Silence Learned to Speak
On the edge of a quiet town called Marrowell stood a clock tower that had not spoken in twelve years. People still checked the time by it, of course. The hands moved faithfully, circling the face with stubborn loyalty, but the bell—once the town’s heartbeat—had gone silent after a storm cracked its iron tongue. The mayor promised repairs. The years promised forgetting. And forgetting, as it often does, won.
By Yasir khanabout a month ago in Art
Art Unbound: Platforms Redefining Creativity in the Blockchain Era. AI-Generated.
The art world is shedding its old skins. No longer confined to galleries, auction houses, or static images, it’s expanding into dynamic, decentralized spaces where code, community, and creativity collide. A new wave of platforms is driving this transformation—blending blockchain, critique, and culture to redefine what art can be.
By Solomon Walkerabout a month ago in Art
Space Between the Brushstrokes
I used to believe that real artists were always working. Every photo I saw online showed someone painting late into the night, hands stained with color, eyes burning with passion. Sketchbooks were always open. Canvases were always half-finished. The message was clear: if you weren’t constantly creating, you were falling behind.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Art
