Curious3D

Inconceivable!

Quote with your night art!

In the artwork Haunted by Cynthia Decker, a small ghost draped in a white sheet floats midair under a twilight-blue sky scattered with stars. The ghost is framed by the circular window of a dark, weathered structure, its edge surrounded by the twisted silhouettes of leafless trees reaching inward. The scene feels both spooky and gentle, this ghost isn’t haunting anyone, just quietly existing under the night sky. A soft play between innocence and eeriness captures the feeling of Halloween without menace, only mystery.

Really feeling like Fall outside these past few days, so I made a little friend to celebrate the season.

All this time and I never knew there were tiny flowers in the tiny flowers on hydrangeas!

A serene forest glows in soft, golden morning light. Tall, straight trees rise high into a canopy of green, their trunks thick and weathered. But in the foreground, three large trees appear partially erased—their upper sections float mysteriously above the stumps, with chunks of bark and wood suspended in midair like scattered pixels. Between the broken trunks, delicate white daisies carpet the forest floor, swaying gently in the filtered light. A small bird perches on the edge of one fragmented stump, adding a quiet spark of life to the surreal scene. The image feels both peaceful and haunting, as if nature itself is coming undone in pieces. An allegory of loss and renewal. Even when things fall apart, the forest remembers how to rebuild itself, one fragment at a time.

Fragmentary Forest ~ Our lives get interrupted in small ways all the time, but sometimes there's the big things - illness, grief, change that's hard to adapt to. It may feel like we're stopped in our tracks, but don't forget, the path picks up on the other side of the gap.

This meme leaves out the TRILLIONS of dollars his Big Bill tax cuts to the rich will cost US taxpayers.

In a room with cracked blue plaster walls and worn wooden floors, two figures stand for a family portrait. On the left, a tall column of dense green foliage stands upright, but bare human feet poke out from beneath.To the right, a small round bush sits on a yellow chair, a pair of legs dangling casually from underneath, small feet not reaching the floor. Hanging on the wall behind them is an ornate oval-framed faded portrait of the grandmother, also made of thick green leaves, but with a neat white hat perched on top. The surreal scene blends humor and symbolism, portraying family members as literal extensions of a “family tree,” roots and branches in human form. There's no right way to be a family, you share roots regardless.

Family Tree ~ There's no such thing as a "normal" family. Everybody's weird, everybody struggles. At least you got your grandmother's leaves.

I want to note that in the immediate area around the gallery, there remains flood destruction and debris. People are still suffering here, especially in areas outside town. Funding has been promised, but withholding, denial of extensions, and delays is making rebuilding difficult and slow.

Image shows the facade of the Marquee Gallery the day after the Hurricane Helene flood waters receded. Half the front facade is gone and the building is blocked by slabs of the parking lot and debris from other nearby businesses.

Image shows the interior entrance ramp of the Marquee Gallery,blocked by mud, trees, debris, and items from inside the gallery. The flooded river reached up to 16 feet, and a few colorful umbrellas that were hanging from the celing remain.

This is the entrance ramp of the Marquee looking from the inside of the 50k sq foot gallery out to the parking lot. This was the night of the re-opening, one year after the flood, and the turnout of support was breathtaking. the ramp is filled with visitors, and the crowd stretches into the parking lot, waiting to come in.

At the Marquee on opening night, the aisles were packed with people, but I managed to snap a picture of my booth in a relatively quiet moment.

1 year ago, Hurricane Helene tore through Asheville, taking 108 lives and flooding homes, businesses, and the Marquee gallery under 16 feet of water. Last night, the rebuilt Marquee reopened, and it felt like all of Asheville showed up! A great new beginning for a resilient creative community ❤️

I am autistic. I'm lucky, I have low support needs, and I wouldn't take a cure if there was one. My autism brings challenges and gifts, it makes me who I am.

Many autists need significant support, and making sure their needs are met and resources are available should be where the effort goes.

Personal Growth ~ This was inspired by the people I met at my mother's senior community. Every one of them had reinvented themselves many times over. New careers, new hobbies. It's important we foster growth even in our later years, and remember we're never too old for new ideas.

the greatest achievement of the UN will be if they do not openly laugh at this ridiculous D list celebrity.

They have the same number of autistic kids as any other community.

heh, my nephew referred to it as "the olden times".

This is a tiny amount to Disney, but it's an excellent start.

“... I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

He clearly is in violation of his oath. Where's the line, and is it pointless with congress in his pocket?

We have the vote, you have the platform. Keep speaking out, fact check in real time, urge your conservative constituents to not blend their religion and their politics.

I'll be showing a miniature framed canvas of "Personal Growth" at Shopliftable! 50 different artists showing pocket sized work at 502 Gallery in Sarasota, FL next week.

Sept 20 – Oct 25, 2025
Opening Reception: Sept 20, 5–8pm
502 Gallery, 502 S. Pineapple Ave., Sarasota, FL

www.502.gallery

key difference between the left and the "christian" right is that the right attaches their politics to their religion. So being wrong is a literal crisis of faith. This is why they reject the truth - because for them it's about belief and identity. It's personal.

That's what needs to change.

Moving Day ~ Life spins on, picking us up and letting us off whether we asked for it or not. This image is how I think about the constancy of life changes and it reminds me that sometimes home isn't where you stay, but what you carry with you as you go.

You're so kind. Honestly I think I'll always feel like 3 racoons in a trenchcoat trying to pass as an artist. :D

I like seeing your work because you distill things down into these essential visual elements, and you have a clear style. Looking forward to what you put out next!

the stark atmosphere is great with the architecture. Feels cinematic

they must keep half the horde, and distribute the other half to the needy. Then they become the new dragon.

"Snowy Outpost"

I should probably get better at creative naming, but I'm a literal person, so unless there's allegory in an image, I tend to just name it what it is. It's a snowy outpost. 🙃

"Cloud Farm"
It's a good crop this season.

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It's not a 1:1 energy expenditure to recovery either. If you've had a draining day, it may take you 1 to recharge, or 5.

None of the names should stay secret except victims.

He's moving space force and trying desperately to distract from the Epstein victim's press conference at 3pm.

In a meadow thick with tall grass and clusters of white wildflowers, an old white bicycle leans against a brick post beside an iron gate. A small bird perches lightly on the post, while behind it rises a rocky hill dotted with moss and greenery. Atop the hill stands a stately cream colored house with steep gables, tall chimneys, and warm sunlight glowing on its pale brick walls. The background is filled with lush green trees, their leaves catching the morning light, and beyond them a glimpse of calm water reflects the sky. The scene feels timeless, both abandoned and alive, a quiet romantic nature getaway.

This piece has never been one of the popular ones, but to me, it’s what I set out to create: romantic, nostalgic, and immersive. I wanted it to feel like a memory, where the flowers keep blooming, the lake reflects the sky, and the cozy house waits at the top of the hill.

Inside a crumbling stone house, sunlight filters through broken roof beams, casting sharp rays across the dusty, uneven wooden floor. Several floorboards have collapsed, revealing dark gaps beneath, while the weathered walls are covered in layers of graffiti. The largest scrawl, painted in bold black letters, reads “TIME OUT.” At the far end of the room, a single red rocking chair sits facing the corner, upright and empty. A shaft of light streams in from the open doorway next to the chair. Beyond the doorway, a faint view of the surrounding forest is visible, pale against the shadows inside. This image reminds us that some places hold memories, and not all of them are nice.

"Time Out" is a place that doesn't forget. It's a portrait of emotional memory, of things that leave a mark.