🎨✨ What does art mean to you? Is it a form of expression, a social commentary, or something else entirely? Share your thoughts and let’s celebrate the diverse meanings of creativity! #ArtDiscussion #CreativeExpression #ArtCommunity 🖌️💭

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Why I Do It Some things we do and we wonder why We wish we could say why we did it If you think about it you already know You just don't want to admit it You climb so high and wish to come down When you're down you wish you were up The worst feeling you could imagine Wait till your down and you want back up Pray to forget your life one more minute It's all you need to get through the day Kill yourself inside when you think Wanting to be there all day You're there and you wonder why Why is this what you want You're down and it kills you inside And you realize it's all you want Let me forget you, let me forget everything I know its killing me, everything is I hurt myself one way or the other Right now, it doesn't matter what it is

The Torrent of Time <p><em>The torrent of accelerated time without narrative is disorienting our society and fragmenting community, says philosopher </em><strong><em>Byung-Chul Han</em></strong><em>. Art can help put the pieces back together.</em></p><p><strong><em>Byung-Chul Han</em></strong><em> is a South Korea-born German philosopher and cultural theorist whose recent books include “The Burnout Society” and “The Disappearance of Rituals.” He recently spoke to </em><strong><em>Nathan Gardels, Noema’s editor-in-chief.</em></strong></p>

🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection in art reminds us that every stroke, every flaw tells a story. It's not just about the end result, but the journey of creation. Let's celebrate the unexpected twists that make our artistic expressions unique! #ArtCommunity #Creativity

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Vulnerable I feel so insecure, But confident and so sure, Knowing that you love me,but also realizing, That with one word you could break my heart, And with one movement you could shatter my soul, And with one thought you could destroy my dreams, I've never felt this way before, Don't know if its healthy, Or rotten to the core, All I know is that as Abby would say, "Your the key on my key-chain, and the rose on my bush," So please don't kick down the door, Or let the flowers wilt to the floor, because I Love You more than you could ever know, And I never want to let you go.

Content Marketing <p>When we talk about Content Marketing, we think about a lot: planning, optimization, posting frequency, results. Many people forget, however, that the basis of good content is still <strong>good writing</strong>.</p><p>Content is <strong>any means by which you communicate</strong> with people interested in your products or services. </p>

🎨✨ What does "art" mean to you? Is it a feeling, a message, a skill? Or perhaps all of the above? Let’s dive deep! Share your thoughts and favorite pieces that define your personal art journey! #ArtDiscussion #CreativityMatters 🖌️💭

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Bar Wench Lovely young lasses With empty beer glasses Serving throughout the bar. Their sashay of asses Deftly avoiding the masses. Young men thinking they'll get far. A mind on chemistry classes, Inert and noble gasses, This one has a full jar. With a hair flip she sasses, Another man she passes, Her dreams upon a farther star.

How to Choose the Best Image for Your Medium Story <p>Unsplash is a great resource. But ever since its partnership (and embedded search-and-insert tool in the editor) with Medium in February 2018, it seems everybody is using it.</p><p>Is that good?</p><p>As a writer, if you do exactly what everyone else is doing, your voice will be lost in the crowd.</p><p>“It is better to fail in originality than succeed in imitation.”</p><p>— Herman Melville, novelist</p>

Art has the power to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. Every brushstroke tells a story, and every color evokes emotion. Let's celebrate the beauty of creativity today! 🎨✨ #ArtInspiration #CreativeExpression

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Night of our moon This world is a game of do or die We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry We don't even stop to ask ourselves why It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind And the moon rises over the rye Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye the moon rising over the rye Blue skies are for the eagles wings and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing of how, come dawn, the skies are free it's beauty is shared by you and me And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky granting the eagles the freedom to fly the moon disappearing into our blue sky We have all had our share of sorrow and pain Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave you'd be blind not to see how through darkness the moon's light does weave And as we look to the moon we're in tears as we remember good times and past years looking to the moonlight in tears We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight Come now children, you've all been wronged and you know this in the night You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think there could be a shadow not cast by light And the moon comes to us in the night through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light the moon is with you in the night Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

The History Of The Chuck Taylor <p>The iconic casual shoes, Converse All-Stars, are famously known as Chuck Taylors and have a decades-long history in pop culture. These soft cotton and rubber shoes, designed for basketball, were the official shoe for the Olympic games for over three decades.</p> <p>Endorsed by basketball star Chuck Taylor in 1921, these shoes saw a few redesigns, and after 30-year Olympic endorsement, captured 80 per cent of the sneaker market share.</p>

🎨 What does art mean to you? Is it a form of self-expression, a way to convey social messages, or simply a source of beauty? Let's discuss how art impacts our lives and shapes our perspectives! #ArtTalk #CreativeExpression 🌍✨

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Bullshit and Black I'm about to give up on people. Them and all their bullshit. I want to crawl back in my hole. Where the solitude is peaceful. I'd be better off without them. They wouldn't be able to hurt me. I want a darkness to surround me. I'll soak up all it's wonders. I don't exist to them. I'm just a figment of their imaginations. I exist only in my head. Only here I am safe. They constantly ignore me. Though I try to be their friend. I want the darkness to take me. Here, I can't be hurt. I want to give up on people. All the heartache they cause. I want to live in my mind. Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

A willingness to believe <p><strong>The ability to believe things that aren't true or haven't happened yet is the foundation of all economic growth and decline.</strong> </p> <p>Every society tells fictional stories and is willing to believe them to some extend. It isn't a bad thing: It's the root of most growth. Most economic growth comes from optimism, and optimism requires a degree of believing in something you can't or haven't verified.</p>

🎨🖌️ What’s your take on the role of art in activism? Can a single piece of art spark a movement, or does it take a collective effort from many artists? Share your thoughts and examples of art that has made an impact! #ArtAndActivism #CreativeVoices

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My Own Broken Mirror It’s my perfect distortion My face mirrored, and split by emotion Toyed with and tainted as I move From one to another, I fit to the grooves Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite To be perfectly fitted And renewed to the mirrored spite Unnoticeably broken But brittle and rough Stand from afar, and admire the muffs Help with the pane Move to uncertainty Lure the cheery light And cure my fearful fright. It’s my perfect distortion That I recognize so well But help me see What the others see but tell. Are the pieces lost? Slipped through the cracks? Fallen through to the dangerous high acts? I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing. Mold the old to fit the space Kiss the glass, even of bad taste Forever, but never made To be new Just molded and distorted To create a familiar you Of mirrored light, broken, But Forever Bright. Please stay with the brittle pane Until the sun goes down And pain fades And new lights of distorted beauty Reign again

<i>"When we feed and support our own happiness, we are nourishing our ability to love. That’s why<b> to love means to learn the art of nourishing our happiness</b>". - </i> Thich Nhat Hanh

"Art is the silent language that speaks volumes, capturing emotions and stories in a single brushstroke. Let your creativity flow and express what words cannot. 🎨✨ #Art #Creativity #Inspiration"

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*Angel* Show me where everything is hidden When there's no place left to hide Do you feel like life's a one way trip And your only there for the ride When will the pain all go away When can I let free again When will the pain all go away When can I truly love again What is it that you are trying to show me Am I missing all the clues An angel who wants to be happy and free But right now is just feeling the blues Can’t I just be happy again No more worries anymore Can’t I just love again Instead of always shutting the door Let the angel spread her wings And soar through life free Without letting her worry About where the end may be This angel is going to love again Something she thought she’d never do There is nothing that this angel won’t do Just to always be in love with you Danyon L. Youngs 2-11-02

Empaths <p> They’re ‘empaths’, they say, deeply disturbed by anything unpleasant.If it was just Gen Z being soppy, you could slightly excuse it. But when middle-aged men and women who you respected for their apparent insouciance claim to be ‘empaths’, it’s hard not to despair. </p><p>Witness John Lydon saying that punk was about ‘empathy’. Really? From where I was standing – right at the front of the crowd at the Screen on the Green – it was about anger and spite. But no doubt I got the wrong end of the stick.</p>

🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection in art reminds us that every brushstroke tells a story. Each piece is a reflection of the artist’s journey, capturing emotions and experiences that words often cannot convey. Let’s celebrate the raw and the authentic in creativity! #Art #Creativity #Inspiration

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Tangerine Reflection Exoskeletal waste       peeled off in sickening                         stretches of torn        bone marrow ripping. T O  S           aside as   S           rubbish.    E     D Rummage through file cabinets of                       &nbsp; trials,habits,love                       and all the other trivial things   we can't breath without. Sticky soul penetrated by a       roaming finger.                   &nbsp;Lingering aftertaste.                         Smash the case                          and open up                            my mind or don't. Who cares either way? Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's heart,beating in a soggy pile. Terrains of orange like the straining morning trying to invade the horizon again. Adjust the tint knob. Life is green.                 And always moreso on the other side                                     of discovery. Rubbery shrapnel.             Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence. Armor annihilated and discarded. Amour,why?These flakes span our parted                                 ways                              my melting                                 dove.

Everyone Is Different: The Background <p><strong>Equity is absolutely not the same as equality, but they play for the same team. Equitable solutions require us to understand history, context, and cultural relativism.</strong></p><p>Much of the historical narrative and cultural consensus has focused on the struggle for <em>equality</em>: equal rights, equal treatment, and equal opportunity. It was only half a century ago that the principles of our Constitution were finally written into laws that granted <em>all</em> people the same treatment before the law—regardless of “race, colour, sex, or national origin,” as the Civil Rights era formula goes.</p>

🎨✨ Let's talk about art! If you could have a conversation with any artist, living or deceased, who would it be and what would you ask them? 🖌️🤔 #ArtDiscussion #CreativeInspiration

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I am &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am a poet writing of my pain &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am a girl living a life of shame &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am he one who you made insane &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am a person wanting to know more &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am the one who you showed the door &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am the one who you will never know &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am the one who'll let you go &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Because i am the one who will end the show

Earth's Distance to the Sun <p>Earth's distance to the Sun <strong>changes throughout the year</strong>, from a high of 94,509,130 miles (about 152097701 kilometres) around 3 July to a low of 91,402,505 miles (around 147098073 kilometres) around 3 January.  </p>

🎨✨ Let's talk about art in today's digital age! Do you think traditional mediums can still compete with digital art, or do they each hold unique value? What’s your preferred medium and why? #ArtDiscussion #DigitalArt #TraditionalArt

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Always Gone Chest enclosed heart about to explode please don't leave again you've already left I know it's not the way I think of it but I can't help but think of it that way I know you care about me so why are you so far? Why does my heart want you so knowing you are too soon to leave knowing I will be left with tears and memories once lived now gone. Through the darkness of it all it was worth it you are worth the pain of seeing you leave because at least I got to see you Why does my heart whisper your name into the wind, when all it does is travel the other way? Why do you torture me so with words of brilliance only to be left behind with the hands of time?

<p><em>gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot</em></p>

🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection, art reminds us that every brush stroke matters. It's a journey of self-discovery, where the canvas reflects not just technique, but the soul of the artist. Let your creativity flow and celebrate the unique story only you can tell! ✨ #Art #Creativity #Inspiration

black boat on yellow flower field during daytime

A Suicide Bombing An unimaginably loud explosion, Is followed by broken glass, And the screams of women and children, Who are caught up in the blast. They are caught up in a conflict, It is catching up with all their lives, It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken, And it won’t apologise. The people open their eyes, Or at least all those who can, They don’t want to see the damage, Dealt by the bombers hand. They survey all the bleeding, They hear the cries of pain, They struggle to comprehend this, And they start to feel the strain. A half a dozen are dead, Fathers, mothers and sons, And no one can answer the question: In all this loss, just who has won? What would drive a person To board a bus with this in his head? The survivors don’t know the reason, Anyone who does is probably dead.

The ancient Roman belief about the heart <p>The ancient Romans believed there was a vein extending from the fourth finger of the left hand directly to the heart.</p> <p>In the medieval period in Salisbury, England, the groom was told to place a ring on the bride's fourth finger during a marriage ceremony, because of that vein.</p>

🎨 Let's talk about the emotional power of color in art! How does a specific color inspire or evoke feelings in you? Share your favorite art piece that showcases this! 💙🖌️ #ArtDiscussion #ColorTheory #ArtCommunity

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After the Storm It was a warm fall night, And scattered around the ground were leaves, As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze. Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily. The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious. The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in. The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp, But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.- The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore. Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest. As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound! Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...

13. Treat Writing Like a Blue Collar Job Steven pressfield can, and does, in his book, turning pro. He says you should show up on time and punch the clock, take breaks and go do something else. He says you should stop taking yourself so seriously and take your writing seriously. He says he is a great writer, but he doesn't have to be a perfectionist to be successful.

🎨 Embrace the magic of color! Every brushstroke tells a story, and every hue evokes emotion. Let’s celebrate the power of art to connect us all and inspire creativity in unexpected ways. #ArtInspiration #CreativeJourney 🌈✨

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