Inspiration

Close To The Edge
The Prompt Write a story inspired by a work of art. Make the artwork your featured image and give credit to the artist in the caption.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Art
Against the wind
Against the wind Wind pushing against my wing feels like I’m standing still wishing there was a wall to cling Or a place my mind can chill
By RJdubb2 months ago in Art
One Work: Girl before a Mirror. Top Story - July 2026.
Like a 1960s version of Tom Sawyer, my big brother got me to purple-wash the beige walls of our parents’ former conjugal quarters. Our dad had moved out of the house and our mom had turned the den into her new bedroom.
By Marie Wilson2 months ago in Art
Bruno Wang: A Vision for Digital Compassion and Resilience
Long before governments began looking seriously at the harms caused by social media, Bruno Wang had already recognised that the digital world was becoming one of the defining emotional landscapes of modern life.
By Elsie Cheung2 months ago in Art
One Work: Autumn Rhythm (30). Top Story - July 2026.
I fucking love Jackson Pollock. I know he was a troubled man. Divisive. Controversial. Much like Bukowski. Even when I knew little to nothing about art, I loved the objective brilliance of Pollock blowing convention to fucking smithereens.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Art
I ain't smiling for you
Fuck you bitch, I ain't smiling for yuh. I don't owe you shit cause you give me the sun; You don't give me the moon, And even if you did;
By Erica Williams2 months ago in Art
AI and the End of the Traditional Career Path
AI and the End of the Traditional Career Path Why the Future of Work Will Be Built Around Skills, Adaptability, and Multiple Sources of Opportunity
By Siamak Callimi2 months ago in Art
Bruno Wang's Search for Meaning
Bruno Wang's early life included a chapter when when he believed a Buddhist monastery might hold the answers he was seeking. Monastic life offered simplicity and discipline: hard mattresses, early mornings and long periods of contemplation. For a young man navigating the relationship between his Buddhist upbringing, his sexuality as a gay man and his place in the world, it became a place to ask difficult questions rather than escape them.
By Elsie Cheung2 months ago in Art
The Apple Fell, and He Placed a Grain of Sand in the Hollow
The boy crouched at the edge of the tall grass on the east side of the manor, his left knee pressing a dead twig that gave a faint, splintering crack. He did not move. A dark ochre ant was dragging a thistle seed, crossing the shadow he cast. In the thin shade of a grass stem the ant paused, antennae quivering as if tasting a scent, then turned right and skirted a piece of coarse sand larger than its own body. He found a broken wheat straw in the dirt, used its tip to scratch a shallow line alongside the ant’s detour, and held his breath, waiting for the ant to turn back.
By Jin2 months ago in Art
America, the Shining City in the Universe
America — the shining city in the universe! A star of compassion, of courage, of love, Cool unlike any other star above, Where happy people thrived in every quarter,
By Meda Parameswara Reddy Ph.D.2 months ago in Art
One Work: Klimt. Top Story - July 2026.
Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I (also called The Lady in Gold or The Woman in Gold ) is an oil painting on canvas, with gold leaf, by Gustav Klimt, completed between 1903 and 1907. The portrait was commissioned by the sitter's husband, Ferdinand Bloch-Bauer, a Viennese and Jewish banker and sugar producer. The painting was stolen by the Nazis in 1941, and displayed at the Österreichische Galerie Belvedere. The portrait is the final and most fully representative work of Klimt's golden phase. It was the first of two depictions of Adele by Klimt—the second was completed in 1912; these were two of several works by the artist that the Bloch-Bauer family owned." Wikipedia
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Art
One Work: Le Grand Canal
I did not paint this in Venice. That is the confession I have never made to Georges, or to the dealers who speak of it as though I dashed it off in an afternoon, brush against canvas, Salute rising obedient before me. No. I painted the water first, in October of 1908, standing in that gondola while Alice held my coat against the wind coming off the lagoon, laughing at me for refusing a hat.
By Diane Foster2 months ago in Art