The power of storytelling is immense and has been an integral part of human culture since the beginning of time. Stories help us connect with each other, understand our world, and explore the depths of human emotion and experience.
For a long time I found it hard to express my thoughts and feelings verbally, therefore my dialogues were internalised and came out as collages that"tell a story."
Storytelling influences the art process in several ways. Firstly, it provides a framework for the creation of the work, shaping the narrative, the characters, and the themes that the artist seeks to explore. Secondly, storytelling serves as a source of inspiration, guiding the artist's creative process and sparking new ideas and directions. Finally, storytelling connects the artist with the audience, creating a shared experience that transcends time and space.
The power of storytelling is evident in the way that art continues to shape and reflect human culture and society. Stories have the power to inspire, to challenge, to provoke, and to move us in ways that few other forms of human expression can. The art process is a testament to the enduring power of storytelling and its ability to enrich our lives and connect us with each other and the world around us.
In my visions, I want to write stories and fairytales both for kids and adults. Bellow it's a digital collage I created without thinking of the plot beforehand and a short story I've written inspired by it.
"In the abandoned attic of the majestic Cathedral of the Midnight Sun, there lived an eagle, known only as "Mysticus." He was a wise old bird, with piercing eyes that seemed to shine like the stars in the dark. Mysticus was said to be older than the cathedral itself, and some even whispered that he was the guardian of the souls of the witches who had been burned at the stake on the cathedral square, but also a guardian of the night mysteries.
But there’s always more to what you see at the first sight. And this was the case with Mysticus - he had a hidden secret. At night, he would leave his perch and take to the skies in search of his prey. He was hunting flying magical eyes that glowed in the moonlight. These eyes had secret names, known only to Mysticus, and he chased them with a fierce determination, driven by the need to steal their light, knowledge and power so that he could live longer. On full moon nights, when the portals would open, the old eagle would descend upon the Cathedral Square of the gloomy city, where the flying eyes would gather to charge their batteries from the moon's light, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadow. Mysticus was cunning, and he would stalk his prey with patience and precision. Red balloons were making their way to the sky , floating on the breeze and casting an eerie glow over the abandoned building and Mysticus spotted his prey - the most luminous eye he had ever seen. He could hear its name as a whisper in his ears and he knew that once he has it, the eye will be a part of him forever. He felt a surge of excitement as he swooped down, his talons outstretched and his blood was boiling with adrenaline. The eye tried to evade him, twisting and turning in the air, but Mysticus was too fast. He caught the eye in his talons and sucked its light and knowledge in a burst of feathers and sparks. As he soared back up to his perch in the abandoned attic of the Cathedral of the Midnight Sun, he could feel the power of the eye coursing through his veins, granting him renewed strength, vitality, and knowledge. The air filled with a surreal, dreamy energy, with dark hints of magic and mystery. And so Mysticus lived on, a guardian of the cathedral square and the souls of the witches who had been burned at the stake. He would continue to hunt the flying magical eyes, with their secret names and their powerful light, driven by a need to live on and protect the mysteries of the night for an eternity."
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