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June 13, 2020July 19, 2021

Friendship

Check out Andrea’s illustration on friendship.

June 12, 2020July 22, 2021

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

June 10, 2020June 10, 2020

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. Leaf and Blossom – a…

June 6, 2020June 8, 2020

A Night at the Midnight Launderette

Hello, Friends! My name is Andrea Herrera and I’m one of the newest contributors. I’m a 20 year old artist from Miami studying Illustration. My work is about telling stories and expressing thoughts and feelings though vivid imagery. At night, when I have trouble sleeping, I like visit the Midnight Launderette. I love the calm…

June 2, 2020July 15, 2021

A Brief Introduction of Notorious Notions in Philosophy

For the first post for this series, I want to define what philosophy is. Relatively, philosophy is a tool to find the answers of the universe. There are many different approaches, and schools of thought, that render philosophy useless as they believe it is trying to answer a question that can never be solved. Naysayers…

May 29, 2020July 19, 2021

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.

January 30, 2020November 17, 2021

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. Neither am I. I’m led…

behind, behind, behindkeep running, you’ll never catch upthe years have already passed you by, little girlno sense in breaking your legs to catch up with themlay down on the ground and cry your pretty little eyes outaccept your defeat and stop your whiningthis is the hand that God has dealt youdon’t ask questions about his…

On this walk, as with all days,I move,until the moon,usurps the sun.The songs of life ongoing,do their best, to fill the barren space,you once occupied.Is it hubris,to say, you are the best there ever was.Daydreams of our eleventh hour,what I could have articulated, differently.How life could change so irrevocably in your absence.Why the sun burns…

“Peas””It’s a little past noon and church let out half an hour ago, the second service. The eight o’clock service is a little too early for fire and brimstone or the exaggerations of Revelations. That’s what Dad says, even though he didn’t come for the late service either. He hasn’t come with me and Mom…

“Dats right, genius,” muttered Jeckles, flicking his cigar ash onto the gravel. “We iz a dyin breed, we iz.” From the lawn chair beside his Winnebago, Jeckles eyed the bloody sun slipping down into the thin pines ringing the fairground lot. A red-and-white greasepaint target stretched across his sagging jowls. From his Yankees cap,…

A ray of sun strikes the copper’s badge and bounces off, lighting up the voting box inside H. L. Drugstore in me South Bronx neighborhood. Now washed and mended, I wear the same once-blood-splattered and mud-stained dress, patched at the cuff, tattered ‘round the collar. It shows the scars from when we marched down…

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