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Chapitre deux: La rivière

Chapitre deux: La rivière

A Chapter by BlackPanther


Some say art is a good stress release technique. Hope that's true.Abella is going to be pretty stressed out over what happens in this chapter! ..
Art freaks

Art freaks

A Poem by Annabelle Lee


... we all have them
Sacred Text

Sacred Text

A Poem by Muse


A Work Of Art

A Work Of Art

A Poem by Annabelle Lee


There is many definitions
Face Full of Cuts

Face Full of Cuts

A Poem by Raven Starhawk


Incorporate the conception as a solitary numeral… …concealed by shadows while dust clings to stucco "Do you think you are beau..
Glorious Day

Glorious Day

A Story by siddhartha288


An interaction between two impressionable people. One is an artist and the other is still looking for something to grasp.
The Travelist

The Travelist

A Story by Groshelle


A dying artist learns that there are fates worse than death.
The Muse

The Muse

A Book by Lynne


A mystery in the art world, a piece of fiction woven through fact - so I guess that makes it faction. It's a bit romantic and a bit supernatural, and ..
The World is Your Canvas

The World is Your Canvas

A Poem by writingcrazy55555


A poem I wrote today.
Tape

Tape

A Book by C. M. Albrecht


A pair of dysfunctional wannabe detectives help a girl with a tape obsession so severe she should have her own reality show. Immediately they're up to..
Amanda’s Reply

Amanda’s Reply

A Poem by .R.P.


This is a response to a poem written by Amanda. Italicized text is taken directly from her work.
untitled

untitled

A Poem by .R.P.


This was inspired by Ignacios Zuloaga's painting 'Condesa de Noailles'; 1913.
Medicate Lamp Thieves: Chief Ouray & Scott Gessler

Medicate Lamp Thieves: Chief Ouray & Scott Gessler

A Poem by .R.P.


these two were real pieces of work
BLOODY INDEED

BLOODY INDEED

A Poem by kublakhan27


See notes below.
Original Sin

Original Sin

A Story by YouoweYoupay


If we had not invented art, I don't know where I'd be.
~ Bygone

~ Bygone

A Poem by


~ A world of vapours....
Her Canvas Is Her Wrist

Her Canvas Is Her Wrist

A Poem by SilentlyDying


An artist must follow a process,One that is simple and yet,All the same, so very complex.She starts out by picking her canvas,An unblemished spot amon..