VISUALISE – Art and Culture Magazine

Editor’s Letter

VISUALISE is for young creative people in the North East, England, who are ready to transform their lives by simply being fearless and ready to reach for the stars.

Forget any boundaries and open your mind. Dig deep and find the creative side of you. Read about the experience of famous people who have succeeded and see the struggle of young artists to follow their dreams because they are not confident enough or they fear a failure.

With every new year, there is a new technology and artists have witnessed social changed and political cataclysm and they need to think of new ways to show their creativity to the world.

My magazine will be your guide for new ideas and you will be able to find the real you. Transform your days and enjoy the experience of being successful.

Remember the future can only be imagined by looking towards the past because the past is never a past, it is never dead. Yesterday will be always connected to today and more importantly to tomorrow, so do not forget where are you coming from, where are you going and what are you aiming for.

Have a look at the magazine here: VISUALISE – Art and Culture Magazine

This magazine was created for my dissertation at university. It is not a regular publication. I would appreciate your comments and advice how this could have been improved. Thank you.


Life Struggle – Short Story

I have been writing this book for two years now and when I finally got a publisher to like the idea I cannot even finish it.

Tried to write in the evenings, in the mornings, out in the garden with a lot of caffeine in my blood or drunk, near the state I almost fell asleep on my keyboard. Not a word was written.

I have always known I want to be a writer – poetry, short stories, journalistic articles and most importantly books. Books that will leave you speechless, tears in your eyes and expressionless face simply because you cannot understand how is it even possible for this book to be that good.

Of course, it does not work like this in real life.

Publishers changing deadlines not giving you time to even finish your coffee. Not understanding how for the last two months you have been stressing out for money. You have been typing words that make no sense up to 4 am, while your wife sleeps naked in the big bedroom and with your child sucking on her bare body. Stressing how is this child going to live through kinder garden and school and go to a good college, make a career. God forbid he wants to be a writer like his father.

My wife is talking to me while she is serving us coffee. I do not even listen to her because I am too concentrated on what to write next in my book. I do not want to be ignorant to her but I cannot help it. All I can think is this publisher who is up my ass, knocking on the door with a lawyer for not meeting the deadline for my book. I am afraid even to get up and get a pen and a piece of paper. What if all the thoughts suddenly disappear?

I haven’t touched my wife for months now but she never complains. She knows what the dream of my life is besides providing for my family. I manage to write all my thoughts down and I get up. Slowly take the cup of coffee off her hand, put it on the table and grab her by the waist. She bites her bottom lip and I kiss her passionately. The taste of coffee on her lips make my blood boil. She holds her breath while I lift her and place her on the table like a fragile doll. For a first time in months I feel happiness and fulfillment, for having intercourse with my wife. I laugh. I laugh at myself and my silliness. This is not an accomplishment.

However, minutes after we both have caught our breath I feel remorse and guilt for not working on my book. I kiss her quickly as I do not want to offend her and go straight to my computer.

Start typing. Hours spent in typing on that damn computer just to be a writer and for what? To prove yourself, to make your parents proud, to make your publisher happy, to make your readers buy your next book and at the end of the day to be able to sleep dreamless.