Posts tagged "art"
What I Learned in Middle School

What I Learned in Middle School

I found The Devil in ordinary places:
The Changing Face of the Muses

The Changing Face of the Muses

At first there were nine. Nine muses that, centuries before the common era, were called upon by poets to visit them and bring them tales to breathe life into. When Homer wrote his epics like The Odyssey, he called for Calliope. Clio was called by his peers to help tell history. Erato helped men write...
These Barriers

These Barriers

  This is one of my favorite pastels from my 8th grade year. I felt that the facial details were well captured in different grays and the sloppy red background was meaningful and chaotic, yet flows with the lining of the face.
Yellow and You

Yellow and You

  Margo is just like her mother. Her beauty is dark and holds all of the world’s secrets. Living in the under eye bags right above her puffed cheeks, that you’d think wouldn’t flatter anybody.
Art: The Struggle is Real

Art: The Struggle is Real

  Art is an essential part of our existence; it enriches our lives and opens our minds. So what do you do when it becomes a source of unhappiness?
O ye, of little faith

O ye, of little faith

  April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.
The Needs of the Many?

The Needs of the Many?

    I open my eyes to sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains and roll over sleepily to check the time on my phone. 10.38. I stare at the number for a second, then my heart drops.
An Infernal Madness

An Infernal Madness

    The tyrannical heat of the summer wafted through Eden’s windows and seeped into her bed sheets. She felt the adherence of the silk on her legs and little trails of sweat raced across her neck, mingling the aromatic smell of her hair with a salty sharpness.
i wear my mother's sadness like a wedding dress

i wear my mother’s sadness like a wedding dress

  silverware clinks and this is the language of our conversation. you are angrier today, fork drawing scars across your plate. i am breathing quietly.  
Boogey Man

Boogey Man

  When I was a child, I used to lie through my teeth; Make up all these fanciful stories About who I was, Where I’d been,
The Powerful Voice of Street Art

The Powerful Voice of Street Art

Perhaps distasteful depictions of profanity have slandered its image, but street art at its core is the purest form of nonconformity and expression.
Elizabeth Spenst: An interview with the editor-in-chief of DOWN magazine

Elizabeth Spenst: An interview with the editor-in-chief of DOWN magazine

Elizabeth Spenst is a student at Yale University and the editor-in-chief of DOWN magazine.