A cunning painting reminded me of one of my favorite and usual posts. I always encourage people to create art of all forms and it can be directed toward any of our five senses, the important thing is that it can awake our sixth sense.
Art by Robert Farkas.
Here’s something to get you inspired, a little waking up jolt to the artist lying within us all.
Nothing like a creative breakfast to get your art going
It looks better with a pencil…
He really nailed it…
Magic can spring through you when you allow it to flow out…
Creative plates for the creative minds… What piece of art will you create to digest??
Thanks to you… I am
Music is nourishment for the soul after all
All you need is an idea and one click
Show us how you see the world…
The world is your tools
Inspiration comes to life through the creative
The lips can direct your art to all your senses, and it can ignite the passion that is our sixth sense.
Did you feel the urge to create?
The artist’s soul is a very flammable material, so I hope I was able to succeed in creating a spark
‘Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire.’
Yesterday, one of my best friends who lives abroad visited me. I haven’t seen him for 2 years and we stayed in contact through the social networks, and since I share my news and updates with everyone, he was bound to learn that his best friend has a fiction thriller out there.
I took him to P. F. Changs for lunch, and then we went to shop in the Grand Avenues. That’s when he gave me the book to sign it for him.
Here’s what I wrote (translated from Arabic):-
To my dear friend
With this book I dedicate my greatest wishes of health, wealth and prosperity for you and all your beloved ones.
Don’t forget that I paid a lot for today’s lunch. (I wrote the bill for him)
Long Live Play (he’s a very big fan of video games and this phrase is famous among gamers)
I wrote the date, signed it for him and then wrote a witness section where our third friend signed too.
I have signed my book a couple of times before, but that one was special to me. He have already read my thriller and it was his cup of tea. He gave me the support that every author in the world needs. It is that support that keeps us going on to create and polish our stories… they make things easier for us.
Art by Wenqing Yan
I came across this image on Facebook and It was really moving.
The reason why I decided to share this was because 10 years ago I was able to walk around in the middle of the afternoon without being bothered. I can’t do that anymore, and I’m in a much better shape than I used to be.
Give more to our planet and take less.
Share, please. You may save us all.
~ A. H. Amin
Everyone is born with a story to tell and wherever there are ears or eyes, tales will always have a place to flow too. We are all bottles of ink yearning to be spilled. Life can be created by your hands and all you need to do is sit and let your primitive idea evolve.
Art by Matheus Lopes
I saw this work of art and inspiration flickered in my head. Illumination of the mind can help you see a brighter world. You can’t call yourself creative until you actually create something. Why wouldn’t we create? Aren’t we the fragments of the creator’s soul?
The easiest way to be sad is doing nothing. So why not give yourself a purpose, a reason to be happy? You will realize that you have been blessed all along with talents you didn’t know you had.
I hope today’s piece of my mind tasted good and I hope today I have inspired someone to create his or her masterpiece, or at least, help someone to feel happy.
~ A. H. Amin
The following conversation took place today between me and my five year old nephew.
Nephew: Uncle, I want to grow up to be big.
Me: why, kiddo?
Nephew: So I can be able to punch.
Me: Who do you want to punch?!
Nephew: I want to be able to punch girls.
Me: No, kiddo. That is not right. You don’t hit anyone.
Nephew closes his eyes, shaking his head dramatically and says: I’m sorry uncle, but I have to do it.
What had happened to him that made him decide that it is his destiny to do that. I laughed so hard at that. Apparently he is pushed around by his two sisters and he is kind of annoyed from them. I love that kid.
He asked me how to spell my last name (Amin) and he wrote the letters in the air. I could have swore that he wrote Agru instead.
That’s him, really cute and funny.