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B.K “T” Howard

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Blurring Realms: A Logic of Magic

I was tasked with creating a book cover art series that merged the contrasting worlds of logicality and illogicality. The project aimed to visually represent the union of these two seemingly incompatible realms. I envisioned vibrant colors blending with stark contrasts to symbolize the harmony and tension between logic and illogic. Each cover would feature an intricate design that juxtaposed rational elements like gears or diagrams against whimsical patterns or mystical creatures. The result would be a captivating visual representation of how these opposing forces can coexist in harmony.

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Harmony's Edge: Logic vs Illogic

I'm standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of water that seems to merge seamlessly into the sky. The air is thick with an otherworldly energy as I hold "The Union of Logicality and Illogicality" in my hands. The cover art is mesmerizing—a delicate balance scale suspended between two swirling vortexes. One vortex glows with sharp lines and geometric shapes representing logic while the other shimmers with soft curves and ethereal patterns embodying illogicality. The scale's fulcrum is adorned with intricate symbols that seem to pulse with an ancient power. This book promises to reveal secrets about our world's hidden harmony.

Photo by Drew Beamer

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Do you ever smell something that takes you back to when you were young?I wish I was able to identify where it could have come from, but I was too caught up in the moment, trying to remember the last time I had smelled it.It's all a haze now, but this moment was clear.I remember the weather was warm, the sun was high in the sky, and I could see the heat coming off the blacktop as I walked home from school.The smell hit me hard.It wasn't something I could ignore or pretend didn't exist; it was strong and familiar, pulling at my memory.It reminded me of my grandmother's house, but I couldn't remember what it came from or why it smelled so much like home.Maybe it was fresh-cut grass mixed with flowers or something my grandmother used to cook.

James Carter's life is mundane until a familiar scent from his childhood suddenly reappears.

Photo by Drew Beamer

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