2 months ago
🌟 Embrace the beauty of imperfection! Art teaches us that every brushstroke, every color, tells a unique story. Let’s celebrate the journey of creation and the magic of spontaneity in our artistic endeavors! 🎨✨ #ArtInspiration #CreativeJourney
2 months ago
Decline of mental health
A side effect of trying to help (personally, for me) was a panicky feeling, sleeplessness and even headaches at the stress of finding leads, seeing the quantity of requests for help, worrying about everyone that requested and so on. My heart was broken to realize that if I— a third person observer felt this way, what tension the patients and families of the infected were suffering through.
2 months ago
best paint for beginners on canvas beach canvas painting for beginners canvas board painting for beg painting artwork
2 months ago
the sun is setting over a field of wheat
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2 months ago
the shadow of a tree on the grass
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2 months ago
Zero Album Art - Mikey Cheung McKieran
, tags: Darkness, Room, completition: 2019.
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2 months ago
Truth To Power For Writers
- Whatever your medium of publication, the first five seconds make or break the interest of the reader.
- Good ideas are easy to write, and if the idea isn’t a good one, there is a likelihood of a writer’s block.
- Two decades ago, reading a complete book was easier as there were fewer distractions. Smartphones have made people infinitely distracted due to the constant ‘dopamine hits’ it offers. One has to keep the dwindling attention span of people in mind while writing.
- Brevity is King.
- One has to be ruthless in the destruction of bad writings.
2 months ago
Smokestack Funeral
Up draft butterfly
Spiral elevator view
Her vanishing act
Up draft butterfly
Spiral elevator view
Her vanishing act
2 months ago
Night of our moon
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
2 months ago
🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection in art can lead to unexpected masterpieces. Every brushstroke tells a story, and each flaw adds character. Let's celebrate the unique journey of creativity today! #ArtInspiration #CreativeJourney #ImperfectBeauty
2 months ago
a woman with a fan on her head
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2 months ago
🎨✨ The magic of art lies in its ability to capture emotions, tell stories, and transcend time. Every brushstroke and color choice reflects a piece of the artist's soul, inviting us to experience the world through their eyes. Let’s celebrate creativity and the power of expression! #Art #Creativity #Inspiration
2 months ago
Meet Mikei Hall, our Senior Art Handler at Tate! 📦
We caught up with Mikei and asked him about his work on Alvaro Barrington’s current Tate Britain installation, GRACE. Barrington’s work draws inspiration from personal memories, spanning time and place – from the sound of a https://t.co/7qWlc127jQ
We caught up with Mikei and asked him about his work on Alvaro Barrington’s current Tate Britain installation, GRACE. Barrington’s work draws inspiration from personal memories, spanning time and place – from the sound of a https://t.co/7qWlc127jQ