Countless cascading celestialstars, spinning, singing,flashing, fizzlinga fiery end onvast vibrant valiantdisplayetched eternalhumanoptic array. Sweeping swirls swingacross canvass cleanlayers of lightupon indigo nightsmortal handsremake theglistening tailsgleaming goldenfalling starmasterpiece. Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

If you’re a gamer who enjoys relaxing games that can keep you occupied for hours, this listicle is for you. The Sims franchise has been around since February of 2000. While many people enjoy the older games such as “The Urbz,” “The Sims 2: Castaway,” and others, many love the newest game that was released ...

A paintbrush strokes across a canvas called life in hues of reds, blues, greens, yellows, browns, purples, blacks and whites. Streaks of color across canvas blank– a sign of life gained, a sign of life lost, and perhaps deepest of all, immortal memories left in pigments of paint on the blank canvas of life.   ...

The medium you use Matters not. On the walls, Paper or canvas. Pull the demons From the mind…   Paint your heart, Your soul, Paint whatever Makes you whole.   Or if you can’t paint, Draw with words The scene you see, Create freely.

The painter’s hands, frail and steady, bringing focus to the canvas.   Tools of wood and hair do nothing to impair, the vision of the painter the canvas must share.   Hands that bled to keep the muse so fed, show no hesitation in the torture of creation.

This past weekend, my family and I went to see My Son Pinocchio Jr., put on by the local Christian Youth Theater. Children ages 8 to 18 acted, danced, and sang on stage while their peers ran lights and set the scenes. I watched the children sing and act on stage and observed my family’s ...