Sculptures Історій

"You don't know what I am, but it isn't good. You deserve better than me, and yet I selfishly want all your love."

Lilith Adiel, who has lived at the Zahniser Orphanage since the age of six, has endured psychologically grueling times after witnessing the death of her family as a young child. After a while, Lilith begins to completely lose her memory of certain events, eventually finding herself in an empty, dark alleyway with no explanation of how she got there. Was it Lilith who couldn't remember what happened, or was something preventing her from remembering?

A lot of the things I've made and something's I wanna make

When the Jackson Family's house burnt down and all that was left were ashes and stone. The last heir to the Jackson name slowly rises up with scars all over his back. This is the story of Oliver Jackson, the man who will soon become the strongest and rule the heavens!

Just my thoughts on some various topics in the fine arts world. WARNING: mentions of self harm, attempted suicide, depression, and eating disorders (all the photos at the top are my works)

(i got an A on this assignment) a poetry collection inspired by the myth of Pygmalion

"Promise me one thing Yibo. You will never fall in love with me." "Why Zhan?" "It's forbidden. To me, it's fatal." After losing a valuable part of his life at an early age, Xiao Zhan decided to try his hand on sculpture. Soon enough, his talent took people's attention all over the world. Everything he touches has become untouchable with his artistry. Even though, he has worked in many mediums, on many models- mysteriously never worked with male models. He himself is even curious about it. Due to an accident, a huge part of Wang Yibo's life has changed. The only thing he loved and cherished has gone from his life forever. He lost the past he doesn't want to face again. At this very moment, they met each other. In a very cliched way. To cherish the insecurities that they thought of ugly. Not just in love, their journey of quest go beyond love to find the ugliest beauty in each other ever existed. To cherish, to worship, to caress. To create the greatest masterpiece ever existed in the mortal world, only to name it 'Soleil Blanc'. The love Story of Blanc and Ray- Cicerone. One who curves and the other one who guides the light away. "I am sorry Zhan, I couldn't keep our promise. I fell in love with you. Yours, Soleil (Yibo)" Cover page credit goes to Luvlaws NO TO PLAGIARISM! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!!

I regret touching you with my filthy hands. God should judge me like I judged you. As your Life came to the end, my Life came to an End too...... Cover by: https://pin.it/13kKyD1

[Age 20] On an ordinary Thursday, this piece captures a few of the many thoughts that circulate through my brain on a regular basis. As I sit and reflect in the student union building, observations of my surroundings intersect with complex thoughts and philosophical viewpoints. This piece attempts to dissect the systemic problems that the world faces, and the problems that we face as humans. The illusion of control and power that consumes our beings, and is similar to that of livestock. The eternal cycle of pain and joy that is characterized by a wheel that cages us, shackled by our own primal nature. A reflection of mental health. And the explanation and appreciation of being a "sculptor", with the ability to materialize my existence into art, freezing snapshots of them in time. I hope you enjoy the sculptures I create <3

He was on his knees, thrashing violently at the canvas. She could see the back muscles rippling through his black tee as he splashed colors of diverse vibrancies onto the previously blank frame. "Ah, you've met Adam." Her companion uttered, noticing the gaze she had on the painter. "Adam?" The name was too common, too low-key for someone like him- it just didn't fit. "Well, his real name is Amadeus, you know, like Mozart. Don't let his charming looks deceive you, he's about as mean and as crazy as they come. The genius doesn't have time for regular people." The reluctant tour guide muttered with a roll of her eyes. However, the more Eveline gazed at the man, the more she became entranced. While her companion was nudging her to move along, Eve could only stand there- powerless- because as crazy as the boy who calls himself "Amadeus" might be, she had never seen anything more beautiful than the man tearing apart his canvas. For the first time in months, she felt the itching need to paint. Did that make her crazy too? The last thing Eveline, or "Eve", wanted was to go to some preppy art school where half the kids paid their way in- and the other half think they're the next Da Vinci- but when she's all out of inspiration- and cash- she has no other choice but to finally accept the nagging dean's offer. Amadeus, or "Adam" is surrounded by idiots. He knew what his "peers" said about him. He had anger issues, was too possessive, had too much talent for his own good, and was by far the hottest guy on campus. All of which, he shamelessly admits, are true. But when he meets a girl (a painter, no less) who isn't intimidated, but rather challenged by his talents (who also has a rockin' bod), the idiocy that surrounds him might become just a little more tolerable.

Be it for decorating your house or for gifting purposes; you can always go for bronze statues. Maybe you won't find such a level of craftsmanship with other arts. It is just amazing. Here bronze artists utilize this metal to craft different sculptures having lifelike details, shapes, and more. With time the demand for bronze sculpture has gone higher, and it is still increasing. Here some points that can help you to understand why it is incredible and trending.

Eileen McHugh - a life remade - is a novel about a sculptor whose creative life ended in the 1970s. She left no work, but now an archive of her notes and sketches has come into the possession of Mary Reynolds, who is determined to resurrect the artist's life and reconstruct her work. She contacts people who knew Eileen as a child and as a student in London. She follows the artist on a hippie trip to Thailand. Via these partial memories, she recreates the artist and her work.

I was happy when I received the sculpture, but I didn't know its secret. I found it out at home one night by myself, when all my family had been gone to bed. While I was looking at the sculpture shade on the floor in the moonlight, I noticed how its poses changed behind me, except when I tried to turn around to see it doing it with my own eyes. I started thinking that I was seriously exhausted and that everything I had seen was part of my own imagination, despite I could feel as if with every step I walked away to my bedroom it approached to me. Did the sculpture intend to do something? Had it really come to life?