art
Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
Beautifully Broken or Hopelessly Impaired
It’s a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good.” - Nina Simone, Feelin Good Not now, not always..
Patrick Southerland McAllisterPublished 4 years ago in PsycheCrammed Inside
This is not your usual segmented story. You will have many questions and I will try to accommodate you with information, but truth be told not all your questions will be answered. Sometimes in life the questions are what we live for, not the answers, so take this however you want, but be grateful for these questions of wonder. Keep in mind though, to each his own, when you start to unravel the mysteries in these sentences, in this place of the unknown. Almost could be compared to beloved Twilight Zone stories that would give you the shivers. Now I would love for you to really imagine yourself walking through these lines of text as if it were your own home.—knowing every nook and cranny without even having to actually think about it. You will know it like the back of your hand, but on the other hand you will get glimpses of these fictional people that you do not know from Adam and you probably never will, but it is the story itself that needs your full attention. So please, enjoy the ride, open your mind and I’ll see you on the other side—of this story.
Victoria NievesPublished 5 years ago in PsycheSinking
FADE IN: INT-DAY-BEDROOM-DARKENED ROOM The shot opens on FINNLEY’s face. He is wearing a smile with his eyes closed. Finnley is dreaming of the ocean and his own world. He is dreaming of a better place.
E.K. SandovalPublished 5 years ago in PsycheMy Story
My name is Colin Sean VanWyke, my brand CSVW is exactly how it reads: my initials. Born & raised in the Great Lakes State of Michigan in the small town of Mason. Believe it or not, Art has not always been the name of my game. Hockey was, and has always been a crucial part of my life, even before I was able to tie my own skates. Hockey was my sole passion and it became all I wanted to live for. My dream was to one day be the starting goaltender for my home state’s NHL team, the Detroit Red Wings. Hockey prepared me for a lot of things. What it did not prepare me for, was the life I chose to begin following my graduation. I decided to take a year off, a "gap year" as some people know it as, to work, make a little money for myself, and be more independent.
Colin VanWykePublished 5 years ago in PsycheWe're Gonna Burn Down the Circus (Pt. 1)
This is the first installment in a series entitled "We're Gonna Burn Down the Circus"—be sure to keep an eye out for the next chapter.
Shannon Simpson -Chronically BadassPublished 5 years ago in Psyche"The Curse"
Moema Harjo sat on her bed and examined the left side. The creases were apparent and the smell of coconut hair oil still lingered on her husband’s pillow. She took off her black heels and began to rub her feet. The sun peeked lightly through the curtain and the warmth kissed her right cheek. She walked to the bathroom and stared at her body in the mirror. Her body was 100 pounds lighter from when her marriage had first begun. 15 years ago, a black dress would have complimented her figure well, but now it just seemed to swallow her up whole. The mascara had run down her face and she grabbed a bundle of tissue to comfort them. She was now alone and the thought of it had finally gotten to her. She sat on the toilet and grabbed her purse. She looked for the poem that she was supposed to read to her husband as a final good bye. It read:
Crack Through the Darkness
It was the first kiss of sunlight over the horizon that kept me from moving that morning. I was curled up in the chair on my balcony, sipping on my coffee. Two sugars, and a little too much cream that morning. My dog, Autumn, paced next to me to let me know she really wanted breakfast. I couldn't, however, seem to draw my eyes away from the sunrise. It had me believing that somehow I could also be blessed by this sunlight and start over. I started knowing that if I stood there long enough the sun would crack through my darkness, shuffle it away into a corner, and I could be something new again.
Lauren SwainPublished 5 years ago in PsycheHow Art Can Help Relieve Your Anxiety
Anxiety makes you focus on something that harms you – a thought or action that makes you nervous and uncomfortable. What if you could focus instead on something that makes you calm?
Adi WallachPublished 5 years ago in PsycheThe Caged Raven
Out of all birds, ravens are the smartest. They've always been one of my favorite animals, ever since I was a child. Their wings, once expanded, are a true sight to behold. They are the most majestic creatures in my opinion. Of all animals, this is one to be reckoned with.
Elijah TaylorPublished 5 years ago in PsycheSolivagant
Bubbles. Such wonderful little things that bring joy to so many people when they float around, shimmering in the light of the sun, free to do what they wish. They climb so high into the sky as little ones marvel at their simple creation made from a small mixture, previously bottled and sold to the eager children for pleasure—such wonderful little things. So wonderful that they also have the power to detach you from the rest of the world. Isolating you. Constricting you. Leaving you unable to connect with everything going on around you until you are left lifelessly trudging through life with no hope or glory to your name. Just an existence. Not a life.
Bella HigginsPublished 5 years ago in PsycheLove
What is love? If you ask that question, you'll get responses like: "Loving someone unconditionally." "Being there for someone through thick and thin."
Elijah TaylorPublished 5 years ago in PsycheIt's that Dream...
You wake up and go about your day as usual. You eat breakfast, prepare and go to school, then work, then go home, eat, shower, sleep, rinse and repeat. Throughout the day you remember that dream you had of becoming an artist, a writer, a singer, a poet, and how you left it tucked behind the corner of your mind. Just imagine the possibility of writing an award-winning novel. Imagine the triumphant feeling of selling your art and making a living from it. You poured your heart and soul into each poem and crafted each verse with precision and flow. Your voice touches the soul of everyone around you and everyone stops to give you an applause as you sing. What would you do if you knew this was possible? Would you accept every failure, knowing that you will make it? Will you accept the loneliness that comes with pursuing your dreams? Are you willing to leave friendships and relationships that do not help you grow, behind? I have started to do this, and it is just beautiful the results I have cultivated for believing in myself.