18 hours ago
🎨✨ Let’s talk about the power of colors! How do specific colors make you feel or influence your mood when you create or observe art? Share your experiences and favorite color palettes! #ArtDiscussion #ColorTheory #CreativeCommunity
2 days ago
15
15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.
15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.
1 day ago
Show us the humans!
▶️ Use you.
▶️ Use their actual words.
▶️ Help your readers recognize themselves in your writing: People don’t care about “scaling customer interactions”; they do care about “getting the exact kind of real-time insights.”
2 days ago
Old Age Despair
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
2 days ago
Portrait of Françoise Sagan - Tamara de Lempicka
, genre: portrait, style: Art Deco, tags: Face, Cheek, Forehead, Head, Chin, Eyebrow, completition: 1958.
https://uploads4.wikiart.org/images/tamara-de-lempicka/portrait-of-françoise-sagan-1958.jpg
4 days ago
Left Untouched
Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true
Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true
3 days ago
3 days ago
Werd It Up
Werd yo
I'll let the mic go
And sew up my pants
Because theres a hole
And I have ugly feet
But I can rap to a beat
Ticky ticky sticky meat
Wikki wikki my name it earine it is no lie
You go against me and your goin to die
I'll kick you up and kick you down
When I'm done we'll see the clown
I'll throw you this little tune
And then I'll lick this baboon
Peace
Wikki wikki
Werd yo
I'll let the mic go
And sew up my pants
Because theres a hole
And I have ugly feet
But I can rap to a beat
Ticky ticky sticky meat
Wikki wikki my name it earine it is no lie
You go against me and your goin to die
I'll kick you up and kick you down
When I'm done we'll see the clown
I'll throw you this little tune
And then I'll lick this baboon
Peace
Wikki wikki
4 days ago
an old run down building with a broken window
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1631641355499-715acd715d5e?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
6 days ago
🎨✨ Art lovers, what’s your take? If you could only choose one art movement to define your style, which would it be and why? 🖌️ #ArtDiscussion #ArtMovements #CreativeCommunity
4 days ago
a tall building with a sky background
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1649544915839-49046bf94750?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
5 days ago
woman in white long sleeve shirt
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1582393197664-e4f717dc500f?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
7 days ago
Follow The Map
I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1
I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1
7 days ago
Maurizio Cattelan will be awarded the 2026 Preis der Nationalgalerie https://t.co/gvoBsnTow0
Maurizio Cattelan wins 2026 Preis der Nationalgalerie
He will have a solo exhibition at the Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlin, opening in September 2026.
https://t.co/gvoBsnTow0
7 days ago
🌟 Art has the incredible power to transform our emotions and perspectives. Every stroke of paint and careful sculpting tells a story that transcends time and culture. Let's celebrate the beauty of creativity and the artists who inspire us daily! 🎨✨ #ArtInspiration #CreativeGlow