art
The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Painting on people
The creative project that brings me the most relaxation and joy is a bit out there. Dare I say it is something that one would not expect. It is not something that I can just go find a group that enjoys the same things to talk about. It requires a lot of skill and is a work in progress for me.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Humans
Why Fine Art Auction is Booming
The Fine Art Auction Market continues boom. It seems that every day, another auction record is established for "the highest price that was paid by the name of the artist here". So, what does that mean for the painting he bought to match the sofa of him a few years ago? It can increase in value, or it can be as watching as the artisanal project full of pasta from the son of him.
By Lindsay Eichorn5 years ago in Humans
Cultivating Creativity
I could make art every day for the rest of my life, and never run out of ideas. Not only have I learned to draw in many styles, to use paints and charcoal and a multitude of materials, but I have trained myself to see limitless inspiration.
By Ellen Stedfeld5 years ago in Humans
"Ask the Animals"
Since antiquity, man has wanting to talk with animals. Yet if one says they are able to, as in hearing them, speaking with them, and getting pictures transferred like a motion picture, then one is called a freak, weirdo, liar, new ager or basic lunatic…
By Dolphingirl5 years ago in Humans
Its bigger Than Religion
My passion in this human life above all other things is art. Art in every waking moment is both the raging fire and fuel of my existence. Art whether created in nature as the byproduct of a complex sentient being composed of nothing more than an ethereal cosmological heft, or art created by a mere mortal who has been stricken with a flash of inspiration that leads him or her to create not just a structure or an object that will fade with the passing times of its creator, but a human experience so novel that it will affect the shape of human history. Art has the ability to shift the paradigm around societal expectations that sometimes dictate an artists ability to communicate a vision with a world who may feel a desire to experience what one could call, a peek beyond the veil of normality, while still not being ready for the sometimes perplexing constructs that are oftentimes formed on the leading edge of socially acceptable. Primarily I choose to express my passionate artistic energy is through the art of storytelling. My passion for storytelling is as natural to me as my heartbeat. The passion I have for creating stories overflows ever abundantly and without end. I feel very lucky that there are so many mediums through which I can channel my energy. I have been writing stories since I learned how to write full words and sentences. I became obsessed with storytelling after reading the first page of the first comic book I ever read. I was astounded that I was still allowed to read books that had all of my favorite superheroes, and on top of that there were vividly colored pictures of the heroes that I loved so much. I fell in love in an instant and have been dreaming of being a comic book writer ever since then. I as of now have what will be my debut comic book in the works. Though comics is one of my primary mediums for expressing my joy of storytelling it is but of multiple. Being a 29-year-old millennial I have not only a joy and knack but also what seems to me to be a borderline addiction to the art of long-form microblogging, which at first glance may sound like an oxymoron until you indulge in the experience of Twitter.
By Writer anon6165 years ago in Humans
Wait, What About the Illuminati?
It's honestly really hard to describe it. When someone asks me what I do, I never have an answer. I just have a list that I rattle off until they pick something they like. I never wanted to limit myself to “a thing”. I love to label things, yet I haven’t got a truly defined label myself. No particular look, no set group. You get it. I’m just me. It draws people in, you know?
By Lolly Paige Lennox5 years ago in Humans
The Stories I Told Myself
I remember the last time my mom read me a bedtime story. I was a four-year-old nugget curled next to her on the gray fabric couch, a light illuminated behind us, as she leafed through a book of fables, myths, and legends. The one she chose to read to me was about the Great Flood that populates the backstory of some religions.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans










