Author: Flora Ashe
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Girl in a Mason Jar By Steve Carr
Steve Carr’s short story, “Girl in a Mason Jar,” follows the escape of a curious and trapped girl, looking for a way out.
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The Queen of Earth by Martin Angiuli
Martin Angiuli was born in the South of Italy in 1992. For 8 years, he’s been a professional dancer. As co-founder of an artistic collective, ConTrust Collective, he works in Europe and abroad as a videographer, editor, and director of his films which have been shown in various video festivals…
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April Walk in the Time of Corona
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD. —Wm. Wordsworth Once, beside the river, I walked wild as if my legs were tugged by rushing current. With strangers, I volleyed Good day in a game of catch.Breezes from passing cyclists quivered arm hairs. Shoulders touching, youand I clustered under corona of noon sun, fed mallards, cooed at spring…
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Walking Around Lockdown by Ana Catalina Gubandru
Ana is an independent artist, choreographer and performer born and based in Bucharest Romania. She works with various concepts and media. Links: https://catalinagubandru.weebly.com/ https://catalinagubandru.wixsite.com/catalinagubandru https://catalinagubandruphotography.weebly.com/ https://vimeo.com/user4539104 https://cargocollective.com/catalinagubandru
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Leaf and Blossom by Stephan Weixler
Stephan is based in Graz, Austria and work with digital photography as well as with analog cameras and techniques. He likes to use different substrates and printing techniques. The most extraordinary one is the “on-wall photography,” where the wall is the photography’s substrate and the room acts as a frame.…
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Tips on Unleashing Your Creativity
Every artist has dealt with it, some better than others. Here’s a quick read sharing some easy and effective tips in overcoming and moving past creative blocks.
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A virtual Version
Mind controlled husks of humans surround me. Consumed with the imaginary world, reality exists differently for each individual. People communicate through intangible means. Everyone is stuck in their own mind; they don’t notice those around them. Even now, when I cry, no one sees my tears because they’re not looking.…