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Expressive Portrayal of Insights Club is an organization in which a diverse set of artistic minds coalesce in the promotion of creative development, enterprise, and collaboration. Contrary to popular belief, the proliferation of pupils from a rather oriental background does not provide the substantive basis of a Japanese visual arts club; it is devoted to the arts including, but not limited to, literary, performing and visual arts. Sub-groups within the club nourish the amelioration of our specific talents and abilities as artists which include creative writing, film, culinary arts, and music composition. We also commit ourselves to sharing our monumental love of art with the community.
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if you have mozilla firefox and you're looking at this post, then what are you doing? open that browser up. and play this game.
made by a club alumni.
and i appreciate it.
greatly.
creys.
Ok so basically I made a game for art class but you have to play it on firefox and let the first frame load and it takes like 5 seconds and you have to use the left and right arrow keys otherwise youre cheating and I can’t believe I made something this buggy and bad so I’ll fix it at some point.
Yeah thanks. There are 4 endings total don’t kill yourself trying to find them all.
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This guy in my art class forgot his paint brush so he just cut off a chunk of his hair and taped it to a pencil.
I feel like he has more commitment to fine art than I do.
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Rhapsodie pour un pot-au-feu / Stewpot Rhapsody
Amazing Animation. I love this so much.
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“Bathers”
This is a multi exposure self-portrait. I got inspired by Cezanne’s bathers painting.
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Dear EPIC,
Please share your pie with us.
Sincerely,
the former members
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Finish the Story
Prompt #10: In at least 33 more words, finish the story by next Monday.
Welcome to the Twilight Zone. You find yourself in an unfamiliar location, surrounded only by darkness. Suddenly...
...you find yourself sliding down a rainbow. You sing out because you're so happy and you sound like a frickin angel. You look down at your clothing and notice that it's all bright colors and skinny jeans. As you look at the girl next to you, you realize it's Selena Gomez and that you two just slid down the Happy Rainbow of Love. You realize you've turned into Justin Bieber. - Samantha
...you feel the petals around blooming, billowing out towards the sun. Each red petal is lustrous and full, and soft like velvet, and full of the splendor of the sun. Full of the wet, damp pregnancy of the Earth. The petals exude moisture that catches the light and attains the appearance of rubies, of blood. A vast peeling of lustful sails from the bud reveal a formless beauty. There is the burning sun, and the renewing water, and the fertile earth. And in the middle, there is you. You reduce yourself to an idea midst the glory. You fade almost to nothing just so you can stay there, in the abundance of red. - Anne
a bright light shines ahead. What is it? You wonder to yourself...are you in this dreamlike state, because of death? Preposterous. You were well, alive, and happy only a few moments ago. But even as you continue to speculate the possible circumstances that has led you to your current situation, the light continues to shine brightly. Enticingly. Drawing you in. You cannot escape...you must...reach out...towards this glowing star as it grows larger and larger...
you touch the light. the warmth of its rays envelopes you into in a fluorescent sphere. the sphere begins to solidify, takes shape. into a clear bubble. - Bianca
you find yourself descending from the sky, past the clouds, past the flying birds. below you, you see...land. what is this?
all of a sudden, your bubble pops. you are now on your second life stock. you remember your mission...to destroy link, marth, and peach on this desolate land filled with castle ruins. you remember who you are...kirby. - Bianca
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Short Stories/Long Poems
Prompt #9: Short Stories/Long Poems
Write a short story(or a very long poem) about anything you wish. It can be either fiction or non-fiction. It could be about a banana, or about two friends spending the day together, or etc. Oh, and it must be no less than... let's say... 1000 words for now.
Stories are posted here:
http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fdocs.google.com%2Fdocument%2Fd%2F1AjX-OKL4YzHlhjyI2JK9MQgCX7ZrORe32vZqRNJXtNo%2Fedit&h=bAQH6H6idAQGTkqqLQ2Ickw3YaV7uOzyxs3HhybkNnU6xqA
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Sad Feelings
Prompt #8: Well, this week will be a continuation of Prompt #7, with the emotion in question being sadness. Again, it must be at least two sentences, and contains some expression of the emotion within the character's thoughts and/or actions. The character may be anyone, whether he/she be in some sort of media, yourself, or someone completely random.
People seem to judge sadness only by outward appearances, but I am different. You see, I have no need to show sadness on the outside, for I experience true sadness inside. - Samantha
(Catherine from Wuthering Heights) Oh, Heathcliff! Why did you leave me here, so utterly alone? I loved you, Heathcliff, and I will love you forever! But I am forced to be confined in this way, guilty, sorrowful— oh, if only I could wrench my heart from its beating place! But it will stay here, in this place, so wonderful and fine but oh so wretched to my soul! - Kara
Fourty years the husband and wife spent together. Forty years they laughed, smiled, and enjoyed their lives. They had beautiful kids, and they, in turn, had beautiful kids as well. Everything seemed so pleasant for the two of them. But after that day, the husband had to arrange for a funeral, and he was forced to see the cold face of the one he loved so dearly. - Bryan
I envision myself back in my current room. Curled into a ball in a corner. Doors shut to ward off any form of social contact. Alone. I want to be alone. Every day I'm forced to wear a smile but within these four walls, I let go of my protective barrier and allow my sorrows to swallow me whole. - Bianca
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