The Art Eclectic

Artist and writer exploring digital art in all its moods. Some pretty, some strange, all made to make you feel something.

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Under Cover of Flowers,

he hides from all that's bright.

Perhaps we need to pick some,

and bring him into light.

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Olym-paw-ya

She's ready for her walk.

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Public Notice

Residents are advised not to store their doubts alongside their convictions.

The containers are clearly labelled.

The contents rarely are.

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Spiral Body Scan | Chill | Lo-fi | Meditative

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Wisdom

knows the difference

between waiting

and doing nothing.

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The Briarheart holds a special thought,

too dangerous to reveal,

bound safely in its bramble cage

with thorn and root for seal.

She watches and protects the heart

as if it were her prize,

but whispers sonnets at the thorns

when troubled dreams arise.

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There are few things

more inconvenient

than a flamboyant itch.

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The God of Unending Comfort

Many sought his blessing.

Nobody left.

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Open Awareness from Crystal - Radiant Reflections.

Hypnotic, rhythmic, and deeply atmospheric, perfect for listeners who want to get lost in an immersive, sound-rich experience.

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Some doors only open when you're ready to walk through them.

🎵 Original music and artwork by The Art Eclectic.

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Visitor Information

The Horizon Sphere appears several times each year.

Its arrival is difficult to predict.

People often stop what they are doing and watch.

The sphere serves no practical purpose.

Nobody agrees on whether it is approaching or leaving.

Many residents find this reassuring.

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The Persistence of Tomorrow

“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” — C.S. Lewis

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The Birth of Felines

The age of cats had begun.

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Up from the painted ground

A Flower Found Its Flow

And said something to the sky

that made it swirl and glow.

The mountains didn't listen,

they didn't want to know.

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The Bi-Sickle Dragon once had four feet, before a thought merchant meddled.

The thought took root. Two feet fell off.

So the dragon just sighed and pedalled.

He says that thoughts are dangerous things when thinkers fail to weed.

Though secretly I suspect he likes that extra bit of speed.

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Local Advice

Should you become lost during heavy fog, look for crows.

Most know the way home.

Please note that crows are under no obligation to guide you.

Particularly if they believe you would benefit from remaining lost.

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Dark Irises Wait Patiently,

beneath a crimson painted sky.

Watching their final sunset,

without a worry or a why.