I was recently asked how being a creative writer, photographer, and chef works for me as an artist. Well, becoming a chef while trying to reconnect with the art community has allowed me to combine my passion for culinary arts and photography. This fusion resonates within my creative endeavors; the blending of flavors in my dishes mirrors the blending of visual elements in art, enhancing each other to create a more impactful experience. It inspires me to continue exploring the interplay of light, texture, and composition in my artistic journey. www.thefreedommercado.com
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In the realm of sculpture, the interplay of form and space dances in a silent symphony, where the chisel’s stroke and the sculptor’s vision converge to birth a tangible echo of the intangible. Each curve and contour is a whisper of the artist’s innermost musings, a physical manifestation of thought frozen in time. The sculpture stands as a solitary sentinel, a testament to the human capacity to capture the essence of emotion and the fleeting beauty of a moment, solidifying it in wood, stone, or metal. It is here, in this three-dimensional canvas, that the sculptor, much like a poet with words, weaves a narrative that transcends language, inviting onlookers to a dialogue with the soul of the piece. As light cascades over its surfaces, shadows play in the crevices, and with each angle, a new story unfolds, revealing the depth of the sculpture’s spirit, an eternal dance of light and shadow, form and emptiness.
It was just one of those Days until I happen to come upon Iwana Specialty Coffee I had just left court after officially divorcing my now ex-wife. Feeling completely empty, yet excited to be free to explore new adventures, possibilities, relationships, and friendships. #coffee #coffeetime #coffeelovers #coffee #coffeeaddict #coffeehouse #coffeehouse #writes #writingcommunity #writing #chef #cheflife #chefsofinstagram #cheflifestyle #chefslife #chefstalk #culinary #culinaryarts #CulinaryJourney #coffeeshop #coffeestation #mylife #myworld #MyWorldOurPlanet #spiritualawakening #spirituality #SpiritualJourney #spiritualgrowth
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Fantasy is a genre that the art of painting can also be found in. The term usually refers to the newest art, created after the year 2000. The artists of fantasy art are often inspired by fantasy literature, grotesque, subconscious, dream state and the fairy tale world. invite a diverse range of artists, historians, and cultural influencers to share their stories and expertise provide unique perspectives on art and culture.
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" Culture Collapse" My Version of Mixed Culture and Forgotten Sacrificed Spirituality for the Love a Modern Society, Today's world is all about technology. #artwork #art #artists #justart #ideas #words #poetryart #artpoetry #cultureforgotten #forgotten #techonolgy #mypath #myjourney #thejourney #fantasy #artbyme #writer #story #storybyme #theart
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In the heart of Chocolate City, where neon lights danced to the rhythm of futuristic beats, lived the twins M and K. They were known as the Colored City Folk, their martial arts prowess unmatched, and their bond as siblings unbreakable. Their father, the legendary agent Mr. Blacktie, had vanished during a dangerous mission, leaving behi
In the heart of Chocolate City, where neon lights danced to the rhythm of futuristic beats, lived the twins M and K. They were known as the Colored City Folk, their martial arts prowess unmatched, and their bond as siblings unbreakable. Their father, the legendary agent Mr. Blacktie, had vanished during a dangerous mission, leaving behind only cryptic clues.
The twins’ journey began when they infiltrated the Capital City, a place teeming with high-skilled guards known as the Knights of Silver Mountain. Their mission: to uncover the truth about their father’s disappearance. Armed with their unique fighting style—a blend of ancient martial arts and cutting-edge technology—they fought their way through the city’s labyrinthine streets.
M, the elder twin, wielded sound as his weapon. His gloves emitted sonic waves that could shatter concrete walls or disorient opponents. K, the younger sister, specialized in tech. Her cybernetic implants allowed her to interface directly with the city’s surveillance systems, turning cameras into her allies.
Their first lead came from an old informant named Whisper, who frequented the city’s underground clubs. Whisper spoke of a hidden forest—the Mist Woods of Drakmore—where secrets whispered among ancient trees. It was there that Mr. Blacktie had embarked on his final mission.
The twins set off, their footsteps silent on the forest floor. The Mist Woods lived up to their name—a thick fog clung to the air, obscuring vision. K activated her ocular implants, enhancing her sight. M relied on his acute hearing, tuning in to the forest’s subtle sounds.
As they ventured deeper, they encountered mystical creatures: shadowy figures with eyes that glowed like embers. These were the guardians of Drakmore, sworn to protect its secrets. M and K fought them using a synchronized dance of sound and tech. M’s sonic blasts resonated through the mist, while K’s cybernetic daggers sliced through the darkness.
Finally, they reached the heart of Drakmore—a clearing where an ancient tree stood. Its bark bore inscriptions in a forgotten language. K deciphered the symbols, revealing a hidden chamber beneath the roots. Inside, they found holographic recordings left by their father.
Mr. Blacktie’s hologram materialized, his voice echoing through the chamber. He explained that he had discovered a plot to destabilize Chocolate City—a conspiracy involving corrupt officials, rival kingdoms, and forbidden technology. His last mission was to retrieve a powerful artifact—the Soundstone—that could tip the balance.
But he had been captured by the enigmatic Nightshade Syndicate, a group that thrived in the shadows. The Syndicate sought to control the Soundstone for their nefarious purposes. Mr. Blacktie urged his children to continue the quest, find the artifact, and expose the truth.
With renewed determination, M and K vowed to rescue their father and restore Chocolate City’s honor. They left Drakmore, their hearts echoing with the promise of justice. As they stepped back into the mist, K whispered, “We’ll find you, Dad. And when we do. #characters #cosplay #agents #art #artists #artwork #graphicnovels #stories #artbyme
In the heart of the ancient realm of Acifra, where the veil between reality and magic was thin, there existed a mysterious forest known as the Black Mist Woods. Its gnarled trees stood like sentinels, their twisted branches reaching for the heavens. The air within was thick with secrets, and the mist that clung to the ground whispered fo
In the heart of the ancient realm of Acifra, where the veil between reality and magic was thin, there existed a mysterious forest known as the Black Mist Woods. Its gnarled trees stood like sentinels, their twisted branches reaching for the heavens. The air within was thick with secrets, and the mist that clung to the ground whispered forgotten tales to those who dared to tread its shadowed paths.
And there, amidst the shifting fog, lived a solitary figure—the enigmatic Whisper of the Wind. His true name was lost to time, buried beneath layers of myth and legend. To the villagers of Acifra, he was a spectral guardian, a wraith-like presence who emerged only when darkness blanketed the land.
The villagers spoke of him in hushed tones, their eyes wide with awe and fear. They said he was ageless, his skin as pale as moonlight, and his eyes the color of storm clouds. His cloak billowed like wind-blown mist, and his footsteps left no trace upon the forest floor. Some claimed he was a spirit born from the very essence of the Black Mist Woods, while others believed he was a cursed wanderer seeking redemption.
Whisper of the Wind had but one purpose—to guide lost souls through the labyrinthine paths of the forest. For the Black Mist Woods were treacherous, shifting and rearranging themselves at will. Those who entered without guidance risked becoming hopelessly lost, their minds ensnared by illusions and their bodies swallowed by the ancient trees.
The villagers would seek him out when desperation drove them into the woods. Mothers with sick children, lovers torn apart by fate, and weary travelers—all came to Whisper of the Wind, their eyes pleading for salvation. He would appear, silent as a breeze, and beckon them to follow. His touch was cool and insubstantial, yet it anchored them to reality.
He never spoke, but his eyes held a depth of understanding. He knew their stories—their regrets, their desires, their hidden fears. And so, he led them through the shifting maze, his steps sure and unwavering. Sometimes, he would pause, listening to the rustling leaves or the distant cries of unseen creatures. Then, he would alter their course, avoiding pitfalls and traps that would have ensnared any mortal traveler.
Yet, for all his guidance, Whisper of the Wind remained an enigma. No one knew where he came from or why he chose to protect those who wandered into the Black Mist Woods. Some said he was bound by a forgotten oath, while others believed he sought redemption for a sin committed long ago. Perhaps he was both savior and penitent, caught in an eternal cycle of duty and remorse.
As the seasons changed, so did the forest. The mist thickened, and the trees whispered secrets of forgotten kingdoms, lost loves, and forbidden magic. Yet, through it all, Whisper of the Wind remained constant—a silent guardian, a spectral guide. His presence was a comfort to those who faced the darkness, for they knew that as long as he walked beside them, they would find their way home.
And so, the legend of Whisper of the Wind grew. Songs were sung, and children told bedtime stories of the pale figure who danced with shadows and spoke with the breeze. Some claimed to have glimpsed him beyond the forest, standing on the edge of reality, watching over Acifra like a silent sentinel.
But whether he was a spirit, a cursed wanderer, or something else entirely, one thing remained certain: Whisper of the Wind was the keeper of Acifra’s secrets, the guide through the labyrinth of the Black Mist Woods. And as long as lost souls sought solace within its dark embrace, he would continue to walk its hidden paths, forever bound to the enigma of Acifra. faced the darkness, for they knew that as long as he walked beside them, they would find their way home. #neverendingstory #thejourney
And so, the legend of Whisper of the Wind grew. Songs were sung, and children told bedtime stories of the pale figure who danced with shadows and spoke with the breeze. Some claimed to have glimpsed him beyond the forest, standing on the edge of reality, watching over Acifra like a silent sentinel.
But whether he was a spirit, a cursed wanderer, or something else entirely, one thing remained certain: Whisper of the Wind was the keeper of Acifra’s secrets, the guide through the labyrinth of the Black Mist Woods. And as long as lost souls sought solace within its dark embrace, he would continue to walk its hidden paths, forever bound to the enigma of Acifra
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''Spring Comes" I actually created this character for a close friend of mine Nina, (She is a child of flowers and loves spring.} This character is called Sprala. She lives in the lower lands of The Mist. Not much is known else about her expect the elves of these lands have much respect for her and she was once a great knight from the Ki
''Spring Comes" I actually created this character for a close friend of mine Nina, (She is a child of flowers and loves spring.} This character is called Sprala. She lives in the lower lands of The Mist. Not much is known else about her expect the elves of these lands have much respect for her and she was once a great knight from the Kingdom of Arlar. #art #artwork #artgallery #artistic #ArtistSpotlight #coloredpencil #sketchbook #concepts #thejourney #therapy #storytime #storytelling #storyteller #fantasyart #artbyme
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In the heart of the rugged Draven Canyons, where the wind howled through narrow crevices and ancient stone monasteries clung to the cliffs, lived a young girl named Shio. She was no ordinary child. Raised by the Highland Monks, she had learned the secrets of Tai Chi and harnessed the power of the wind itself.
The Monastery of Whispers
Shio’s earliest memories were of the monastery—a place of tranquility and discipline. The monks taught her to move with grace, to channel her inner energy, and to listen to the whispers of the wind. They spoke of balance, both in body and spirit. Shio absorbed their teachings like a parched desert soaking up rain.
Her favorite spot was the Wind Garden—a circular courtyard surrounded by tall stone walls. There, she practiced her forms, her limbs flowing like silk in the breeze. The wind responded, lifting her off the ground, and carrying her across the courtyard. The other monks watched in awe as she danced with the elements.
The Prophecy
One stormy night, an old monk named Master Jin revealed a prophecy. “Little Shio,” he said, his eyes clouded with age, “you are destined for greatness. The wind speaks of a dark force rising in the southern lands of Matu—the Dark Elves. They seek to plunge our world into eternal night.”
Shio listened intently. “What must I do, Master Jin?”
“You must journey south,” he replied. “Defeat the Dark Elves and restore the balance. Only then will the wind find peace.”
The Journey Begins
With a staff in hand and determination in her heart, Shio set off. The canyons whispered their farewells, and the wind carried her across vast deserts and dense forests. Along the way, she encountered mystical creatures—a sand serpent that tested her agility, a forest spirit that challenged her wisdom, and a hawk that guided her when she lost her way.
In the southern lands, she found the Dark Elves—a shadowy race with eyes like obsidian and hearts colder than ice. Their leader, Queen Lyra, wielded forbidden magic. Shio faced her in the moonlit glade, the wind swirling around them.
The Battle of Elements
Queen Lyra laughed. “A mere child dares to challenge me?”
Shio stood her ground. “I am the Wind Dancer. The wind is my ally.”
Their battle was fierce. Shio’s Tai Chi forms flowed seamlessly, deflecting Lyra’s dark spells. She summoned cyclones, twirling faster than the eye could follow. Lyra countered with shadows, but Shio danced through them, her movements a symphony of power.
Finally, Shio unleashed her ultimate technique—the Wind Lotus. She spun, gathering wind energy, and released it in a blinding burst. The Dark Queen screamed as the wind tore through her defenses. The balance was restored.
Legacy of the Wind Dancer
Shio returned to Draven Canyons; her victory celebrated by the monks. But she knew her journey wasn’t over. The wind still whispered secrets—the world was vast, and darkness lurked in hidden corners. #storyneverends #artbyme #artists #art #artwork #aninmation #graphicnovels #writer #writers #stories #martialarts
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"Untold Bounds'' This concept is about Crystal Kingdom. Kingdom of Wizards, Knights, and Artisans. Some of the Most Talented Artisans are found There. Some are powerful Wizards and Knights. The Kingdom is Ruled by The Alabamia Family. #fantasy #artisans #Stories #cosplay #graphicnovels #artwork #art #writiers #writing
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