The Art of Keng Lye

The amount of talent one can come across these days is endless. Especially in the case of artist Keng Lye, whose main painting medium is…resin & acrylic. As a result, the paintings look stunningly realistic, you’d have to blink twice to make sure.

German photographer Heinz Maier 

Virtual reality (VR) is a term that applies to computer-simulated environments that can simulate physical presence in places in the real world, as well as in imaginary worlds.


Russian photographer Andrew Osokin is a master of winter macro photography. His photo collection is chock full of gorgeous super-close-up photographs of insects, flowers, snow, and frost. Among his most impressive shots are photographs of individual snowflakes that have fallen upon the ground and are in the process of melting away. The shots are so detailed and so perfectly framed that you might suspect them of being computer-generated fabrications.
They’re not though. The images were all captured using a Nikon D80

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Abstracts Forms by Thomas Hopper

Photography by Gregory Colbert.

Illustrations by Joel Robinson

Take Off by Cole Rise.

Just a friendly reminder as to how small we really are. Song: “Indian Summer” by Jónsi & Alex.


Photography (Silent World by Michael Kenna).

Poem To Loneliness by Sri Chinmoy.

Smile my hearth smile. You will see loneliness nowhere. Do not blame heaven and do not blame earth for your loneliness. You are travelling the ways of loneliness because your mind has not tried to conquer the darkness of frustration-frown. A doubting mind is forced to live in the prison of loneliness. When our self offering comes to the fore, loneliness is bound to disappear. My world oneness heart is a perfect stranger to loneliness.

Here is a collection of posters by graphic artist Kazumasa Nagai from the 1960s and 1970s. ENJOY!

Before the World Intruded

Return me to those infant year,

before i woke from sleep,

when ideas were oceans crashing,

my dreams blank shores of sand.

Transport me to who i was

when breath was fresh as sight,

my new parts unfragmented

shield faith from unkind light.

Draw for me a figure whole, so different

from who i am. Show me now

this pictures: Who i was

when i began.