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A Love I Pledged My Heart To
I love the one whose name, when it crosses my soul, Makes patience fall and joy arise. The one I never hesitated to choose,
By A'laa Muhammad17 days ago in Art
By God, I Love Her
She asked me: Do you truly love Amal, And turn away from all the others? I said: I love her with my whole heart, I swear it—without disguise, by God.
By A'laa Muhammad17 days ago in Art
The Legal Writer’s Guide: How to Get Started in Graffiti Without Catching a Case. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Alright, listen up. You got the itch. Your handstyle’s finally looking decent, your black book’s filling up, and you want to paint something larger than a dumpster. Just be smart enough not to catch a case before you get real good at it.
By xJRLNx17 days ago in Art
Best Artwork by Henri Matisse
French Fauvist artist Henri Matisse was recognized for his use of color and unique draughtsmanship. The artist was responsible for key innovations in painting and sculpture.
By Rasma Raisters17 days ago in Art
Climbing the Rainbow Stairs: Inside an Ancient Cave Temple Among the Limestone Hills of Ipoh, Malaysia. AI-Generated.
Before I even took the first step at Gua Naga Mas in Ipoh, Malaysia, the mountain demanded my attention in a way that felt calm yet undeniable, not through grandeur or intimidation but through a quiet presence that made rushing feel inappropriate, almost disrespectful, and as I stood there I realized how deeply Ipoh is shaped by limestone hills, dozens of them rising steadily from the land, scattered across neighborhoods, markets, temples, and old streets, with Gua Naga Mas being only one among many yet somehow feeling complete on its own, as if this particular mountain carried a story it had been patiently waiting to tell. The rainbow-colored staircase curved upward against pale limestone that had existed long before color, belief, or language, vivid bands of red, blue, yellow, and green clinging gently to ancient rock, and as I began to climb the air cooled almost immediately, filled with the scent of damp stone mixed with faint incense drifting down from shrines hidden above, while city sounds faded into the background, replaced by wind brushing through leaves, the echo of distant bells, and the steady rhythm of my own breathing. Each step required effort but never felt hostile, instead encouraging awareness, asking me to notice the texture of the railing smoothed by countless hands, the sound of footsteps echoing softly against rock, and the way the mountain seemed to slow everyone down, from elderly visitors resting quietly with hands folded in prayer to children climbing ahead with unfiltered curiosity, laughter bouncing gently off the stone walls, and monks passing silently as if they had always belonged there. As the path wound higher, the mountain revealed its deeper identity not only as a spiritual site but as a keeper of ancient time, with caves carved naturally into limestone walls that were cool to the touch and dim with shadow, spaces formed over thousands of years long before humans arrived to climb, worship, or seek meaning, and local history speaks of ancient tiger remains once discovered within these caves, a reminder that this land was once ruled entirely by nature, by creatures that lived, hunted, and disappeared long before human memory, and standing there I felt a quiet sense of awe, not fear, but perspective, an understanding that the mountain had witnessed climates shift, forests rise and fall, and life transform repeatedly while human presence remained only the most recent layer. Inside the caves, life still moved gently and respectfully, birds darting swiftly through openings above with wings cutting through shafts of sunlight, bats clinging silently to the ceilings deeper within, stirring softly at the presence of sound yet remaining largely unseen, and in that moment it became clear that this mountain is not owned by humans but shared, a living space where devotion, wildlife, and time coexist without conflict. Turning back during the climb, the view expanded dramatically as limestone hills stretched endlessly in every direction, some bare and dramatic, others softened by greenery, temples and caves tucked discreetly among them, each with its own rhythm and quiet purpose, while the city of Ipoh lay below calm and distant, wrapped gently by stone and sky, and as the wind brushed across my face carrying the clean scent of rock and forest I felt a rare stillness settle in, a sense that effort and peace had finally met. Descending the mountain felt like returning from another era, my legs tired and palms rough from gripping the railing yet my thoughts unusually quiet, and in Ipoh experiences rarely end abruptly, flowing naturally into the next chapter, which often leads toward food, grounding the body after time spent among stone, wind, and history, and not far from the mountain a simple plate of local chicken rice arrived with crisp bean sprouts that snapped lightly with each bite, clean comforting flavors made richer by effort and hunger, followed later by silky flat rice noodles that warmed both body and spirit, their texture lingering long after the bowl was empty, and as the day continued the city offered more, slow-cooked clay-baked chicken unwrapped carefully, salt-baked chicken revealing tender meat beneath its crust, roasted pork served generously over warm rice, all speaking of patience, tradition, and care. I ended the day in an old coffee shop, sipping strong local tea and enjoying freshly steamed dim sum as conversations drifted softly through the air, cups clinked, and life moved without urgency, while outside the limestone hills stood quietly in fading light, unchanged and unmoved, and inside human warmth filled the space, revealing Ipoh’s true character as a place where nature is not conquered but respected, where caves are not attractions but reminders of deep time, where mountains do not demand attention but reward those willing to slow down, observe, and listen. Gua Naga Mas may be only one hill among many, yet it holds spirituality, history, wildlife, and human devotion in delicate balance, and climbing the rainbow stairs is not about reaching a summit but about understanding how small we are, how brief our presence is, and how important it is to walk gently through places that have endured for thousands of years, and when I finally left the mountain and returned to the city below, I did not feel that I had completed a journey but that I had been quietly welcomed into one, gently reminded to love nature, respect its age and power, and carry that sense of reverence wherever the path leads next.
By Dicson Ho17 days ago in Art
Bone Carvings. AI-Generated.
Long before marble statues, bronze sculptures, or digital art, humans carved meaning into what they had closest at hand—stone, wood, and bone. Among these, bone carvings stand as one of the most intimate and haunting art forms ever created. Made from the remains of animals hunted for survival, bone carvings blur the boundary between necessity and creativity, life and death, utility and beauty. Bone carving is not merely an ancient craft; it is a universal language that spans continents, cultures, and centuries. From prehistoric tools etched with symbolic patterns to sacred amulets and intricate modern artworks, bone carvings reveal how humans have always sought to transform mortality into meaning. The Origins of Bone Carving Bone carving dates back tens of thousands of years. Archaeological discoveries show that early humans carved bones to create tools, ornaments, and ritual objects. Unlike stone, bone was easier to shape and carried symbolic value—it came from living beings that sustained human life. Some of the earliest bone carvings include needles, fishhooks, flutes, and figurines found in Ice Age settlements. These objects prove that even in harsh survival conditions, humans made time for art. The act of carving itself became a quiet rebellion against impermanence. Bone was not chosen randomly. It represented strength, continuity, and the transfer of life from one being to another. In many cultures, carving bone was an act of respect rather than destruction. Bone as a Medium: Fragile Yet Powerful Bone is both fragile and resilient. It can crack under pressure, yet it can last thousands of years when preserved. This paradox makes bone a compelling artistic medium. Artists working with bone must understand its natural curves, density, and grain. Unlike wood or stone, bone demands patience and precision. Every mistake is permanent. This difficulty is part of the art’s appeal. Bone carving forces the artist to collaborate with nature rather than dominate it. The result is often intimate, organic, and deeply personal. Cultural Significance Across the World Bone carvings appear in nearly every ancient civilization, each with unique meanings and styles. Indigenous Arctic cultures carved bone and ivory into tools, masks, and spiritual figures, often depicting animals that guided their survival. African societies used bone carvings in ritual objects, symbolizing ancestry, protection, and communication with spirits. Asian traditions, particularly in Tibet and China, carved bone into prayer beads, amulets, and symbolic ornaments associated with impermanence and enlightenment. Polynesian and Maori cultures created intricate bone pendants that represented identity, lineage, and spiritual power. In many societies, bone carvings were never considered “decorative.” They were sacred objects, carrying energy, memory, and purpose. Symbolism: Life, Death, and Transformation At the heart of bone carving lies symbolism. Bone represents what remains after life has passed, making it a powerful metaphor for endurance and transformation. Carving bone is often interpreted as: Turning death into beauty Honoring the spirit of an animal Preserving memory beyond mortality Accepting impermanence while creating permanence Many spiritual traditions view bone carvings as reminders that life and death are not opposites, but parts of the same cycle. Bone Carvings as Functional Art Historically, bone carvings were not displayed in galleries. They were worn, held, used, and trusted. Combs, buttons, weapon handles, musical instruments, and tools were often decorated with carvings. This fusion of function and art challenges modern ideas about creativity. Bone carvings prove that art does not need a frame or a pedestal—it can live in the hands of everyday people. The Ethics of Bone Carving In the modern world, bone carving raises ethical questions. Conservation laws and animal rights concerns have reshaped how artists source materials. Today, responsible bone carving relies on: Naturally deceased animals Recycled or archaeological bone (where legal) Agricultural byproducts Many contemporary artists emphasize respect and sustainability, ensuring that the craft does not exploit wildlife. This ethical shift has given bone carving a renewed moral dimension, aligning ancient traditions with modern values. Modern Bone Carving: A Revival Despite being ancient, bone carving has not disappeared. In fact, it is experiencing a quiet revival. Contemporary artists use bone to explore themes such as: Identity and ancestry Environmental loss Mortality and memory Human connection to nature Modern bone carvings often combine traditional techniques with abstract forms, transforming the medium into a bridge between past and present. Social media and independent art platforms have also helped bring this hidden art form into public view, allowing global audiences to appreciate its depth. Bone Carvings in Museums and Galleries Major museums around the world preserve bone carvings as historical treasures. These artifacts offer rare insight into how early humans thought, believed, and expressed themselves. However, bone carvings still exist on the margins of the art world. They challenge conventional ideas of beauty and comfort, forcing viewers to confront mortality and material truth. This discomfort is precisely what gives bone carvings their power. Why Bone Carvings Still Matter In an age dominated by digital art and mass production, bone carvings remind us of something essential: art is born from touch, time, and intention. They tell stories without words. They connect us to ancestors we will never meet. They remind us that creativity existed long before comfort. Bone carvings are not relics of the past—they are mirrors reflecting humanity’s oldest questions. Conclusion: Art That Refuses to Fade Bone carvings stand at the intersection of survival and spirituality, art and memory. They are carved from what remains, yet they endure. In every groove and pattern lies a silent message: humans have always created meaning, even from loss. Bone carvings are not just art. They are proof that creativity survives—even after life has passed.
By Zahid Hussain17 days ago in Art
6.“Invictus” by William Ernest Henley
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
By A'laa Muhammad18 days ago in Art
Ant Tekdar Mostafa Essam Lyrics
In the 19th century, a "triangle" of village sign languages developed in New England: one in Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts; one in Henniker, New Hampshire, and one in Sandy River Valley, Maine. Martha's Vineyard Sign Language (MVSL), which was particularly important for the history of ASL, was used mainly in Chilmark, Massachusetts.
By John Adam18 days ago in Art
How to Build a Profitable Online Business From Scratch. AI-Generated.
Building a profitable online business from scratch is no longer reserved for tech experts or Silicon Valley insiders. With the right strategy, tools, and mindset, anyone with a solid idea and the willingness to learn can create a sustainable source of income online. The digital economy has lowered the barrier to entry, allowing entrepreneurs to reach global audiences, test ideas quickly, and scale faster than ever before.
By Ayush Bagwari18 days ago in Art
The Quick-Witted Hero
After a long day of intense labor under the scorching sun, Adnan finally got a short break for lunch. His throat was dry from hunger and thirst, and his body felt exhausted. Adnan worked as a security guard in a large company, a job that demanded not only physical endurance but constant mental alertness. Standing for hours in extreme heat, watching every movement around him, and staying vigilant at all times was not an easy task. Even a moment of negligence in such a job could turn into lifelong regret.
By Sudais Zakwan18 days ago in Art
The Forest Explorer
Once upon a time, in a cozy village beside a great green forest, lived a curious boy named Eli. Every morning he woke up, his heart tickled with excitement, because he knew today could be a new adventure.
By Sunday Vale18 days ago in Art
Project Hail Mary
The anticipation for the Project Hail Mary film adaptation in 2026 is absolutely massive! Andy Weir’s story is a masterclass in 'competence porn,' and seeing Ryland Grace brought to life on the big screen is going to be a cinematic treat. Translating that level of scientific problem-solving to film is a highly strategic process—much like the focus and timing required in a top-tier ice fishing slot game in the UK—you have to get every detail right to make the 'catch' truly satisfying for the audience
By StanleyGreen18 days ago in Art