Tags : ART

Sharp, But Softened Heart: Anya Major

Sharp, But Softened Heart: Anya Major

A Story by Lindsay


Anya is a cynical, bitchy, & egotistical 25-year-old who drinks scotch & raps to a crowd at a local NYC club on Thursday nights. But deep down, she ha..
A Thought Repainted

A Thought Repainted

A Poem by Laura Sui


What happens to a thought repainted?Does it bleed throughlike a marker dipped in water?Or melt in the sunlike a slowly dying daughter?Does it crack li..
Foreign Eye

Foreign Eye

A Poem by Laura Sui


A little something I wrote for an english project in the early hours of the morning.
Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the Left

Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the Left

A Poem by Laura Sui


The room is quiet, Much too overlooked. Your heart echoes loudly, rebounding from the shell of your chest. You, a small room left by y..
Art Problem

Art Problem

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


Sometimes it's difficult being an artist in this Capitalistic world
~So Quiet~

~So Quiet~

A Poem by Mr.Allegory


A song thing I just wrote~~~
Dimensions.

Dimensions.

A Poem by Stormy Weather


Art cannot stop the beating of the heart, or the tear in the eye.Can it mask the words mumbled in between "Hello" and "Goodbye"?If only the watercolor..
The Maestro

The Maestro

A Story by Haim Kadman


A meeting with a colleague after a long spell of time.
Blindfolded

Blindfolded

A Story by Haim Kadman


This story is one of a series of stories about the world of art in my country. It's my point of view of course. The name of the protagonist KANEETY, m..
Philosopher's Stone

Philosopher's Stone

A Poem by Muse


Science and Alchemy..and threw in a little hotness...why not? lol
The Dirt Beyond the Grass

The Dirt Beyond the Grass

A Story by Dee


Reflections upon oneself
Canvas

Canvas

A Poem by Christina Nichole


Mainly how I see myself as an artist.
Guilty Insult

Guilty Insult

A Poem by Thought Provoker


No painting or visual image can measure up to thepleasureof reading a book. For a stroke of a paintbrushis not equivalent to the gesture of a pen hold..
I saw a maid at Primrose Hill ...

I saw a maid at Primrose Hill ...

A Poem by Poettraveler


I saw a maid at Primrose Hilllifting a painted curtain there,and as I passed she looked at mewith guilty glance and awkward stare.She wore a pinafore,..
Needlework

Needlework

A Poem by Raccoony


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Motifs of Desire: Jacob Epstein (1880-1959)

Motifs of Desire: Jacob Epstein (1880-1959)

A Book by Jon Cronshaw


A chapter from my forthcoming book on Jacob Epstein
Jacob Epstein's Rock Drill (1913)

Jacob Epstein's Rock Drill (1913)

A Chapter by Jon Cronshaw


A chapter from Motifs of Desire which examines Jacob Epstein's The Rock Drill.