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The Story Of Silk
Long before silk became a symbol of luxury, elegance, and refined taste, it was simply a secret—guarded closely, whispered carefully, and protected fiercely by an ancient civilization. The story of silk is not merely about a fabric; it is a tale woven with legend, patience, innovation, and the quiet labor of tiny creatures that changed the course of human history.
By Ibrahim Shah about a month ago in Art
Clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop
The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday that no one remembered clearly. It wasn’t broken—every gear was clean, every spring obedient—but time simply refused to move forward inside it. That was The clock in Mr. Elwood’s shop had stopped at 4:17 a.m. on a Thursday s why people came.
By Ibrahim Shah about a month ago in Art
Frida the movie
I saw the Frida Kahlo movie starring Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo. It was a great movie, and Frida Kahlo lived a hellish life, and her marriage to the Mexican painter Diego Rivera was as wild and tumultuous as he was. She painted from her sickbed; all her paintings were ways in which she told the story of her life to the world and beyond. The paintings that Frida created were as free and wild as she was. Frida Kahlo was a free spirit and a wild child before both were a thing. Frida Kahlo is and was. I saw the Frida Kahlo movie starring Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo. It was a great movie, and Frida Kahlo lived a hellish life, and her marriage to the Mexican painter Diego Rivera was as wild and tumultuous as he was. She painted from her sickbed; all her paintings were ways in which she told the story of her life to the world and beyond. The paintings that Frida created were as free and wild as she was. Frida Kahlo was a free spirit and a wild child before both were a thing. Frida Kahlo is and was. I saw the Frida Kahlo movie starring Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo. It was a great movie, and Frida Kahlo lived a hellish life, and her marriage to the Mexican painter Diego Rivera was as wild and tumultuous as he was. She painted from her sickbed.
By Revista Miko:XCI about a month ago in Art
We Die Forgotten
Not by strength of arm did Troy fall, but by cunning. Walls that withstood years of siege opened to a lie, while far from the battlefield a girl’s blood darkened the altar so ships might sail. Victory demanded a price long before the first spear was thrown.
By Aless Helyabout a month ago in Art
Graffiti is not a crime.
I love grafiti. It is a form of art, and it is also a language of the streets. It is in no way, size, shape or form a crime of any kind. The streets is the canvas and the museum with which the artists who create graffiti can put their work. One of my favourite things to do is to take photos of the graffiti that i see and i have put them all in a collection on instagram named after the classic Prince album and movie "Graffiti Bridge". Graffiti is art and it is an insult to the artists when it is covered and destroyed.
By Revista Miko:XCI about a month ago in Art
A journey to learn crochet, the hobby that changed my life
Hello everyone, how are you? Today I'm going to tell you about my complete crocheting journey, how I learned to crochet. I might have learned crochet at a young age, but I'll also tell you how crochet helped me on my journey.
By Ashrakat Elnagyabout a month ago in Art









