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The ICAC Art Contest attracts truly special Art

 Participants from all over the world are trying their luck with the most interesting Art Contest of this year: ICAC Art Contest for emerging and established artists.

The prizes are surprisingly generous considering the benefits they can give to a contemporary artist: visibility, stature and  huge promotional opportunities.
From the first prize consisting of a hardback book entirely conceived on the artistic career of the winner to the exhibition of a work at the prestigious London Art Biennale 2017; from an image of the artwork published on the official printed Saatchi Museum Magazine to an exhibition at the famous Chianciano Art Museum in Tuscany; from a professional art critique to a state-of-the-art website…

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New article on NJP: Think of a Country Ruled by Death, Fear and Lies

Think of a country where the citizens have become the three monkeys that see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil; where numerous teenagers, women and children die everyday, but the rest of the citizens don’t even notice or feel grief about this; where life is veiled with so much darkness that the abnormal is normal, where death is inured. A country where consciences are muted, where otherin’ is the norm, and screams can no longer be heard. It is so difficult to explain these dark days, the absurdities have become so ordinary… starting each day hearing about deaths, getting through each day with lies and trying to end each day adapting to new limitations and mentally dealing with this. Of course, our minds would fail to register.

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New article on Archetype in Action: Unchangeable faith of womanhood

My name is Yangli. Once upon a time I was born in a small village called Liuyi in China. Our house was like a little box set just a few steps away from the rice fields. Three generations under one roof, my Grandmother, parents and my three older brothers.

“My beautiful lotus flower” my Grandma would call me. When everyone left the house to work in the fields, she would wake me up and comb my hair. She’d have prepared hot water in a wooden bucket mixed with special blend of herbs and almonds, it always smelt wonderful. It would moisten my feet and while she massaged them she’d say, “My princess, my beautiful lotus flower.”

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