Aarman Fidel

Ever since there have been gods, there have been slaves that were created for a singular purpose. The poor girl Pandora, brought to life over a petty grudge and destined to bring about chaos and decay into the world through the

As the sands pass through the glass, I'm reminded of a singular notion around every favor I have ever given. Be they selfless or cowardly, be they coveting money or power or simply deliverance from whatever ails them, The notion of death

They say that the moment a parent first locks eyes on their child, time itself stops as an entire lifetimes flashes before their eyes. They hope it'll be everything they deserve, they mourn for the hardships that will surely come. The disbelief

It's funny how a simple piece of fabric can alter someone's very existence. The very idea of a mask that hides away all the darkness, all the fear, all the hatred and becomes a shining symbol of hope. Or a simple way

Long ago, this world was pristine and pure. A tad boring but paradise none the less until one day as punishment for accepting the gift of Prometheus, the divine father gifted a young woman a simple box containing the greatest

Way back when I first opened my doors, Arcadia had stiff competition for those wanting something a little more fantastical. There was the Brute, a malicious monstrous being who proclaimed he could kill anyone without a single trace left behind. His

It's a fear that most hold in their hearts, the sinking darkness that fades away and takes every bit of who you were. Every appearance, every action, even the very whisper of a name is lost to the horrors of anonymity. From

Once a broken young man walked through my doors, skeleton thin with a look that had lived a thousand lifetimes and suffered them all. A poor man who'd barely been weaned off his mothers teet when he was given a taste

There was once a boy who was brought up into a cruel and uncaring world. An unwanted surprise to parents who had no idea how to raise a child. Physically, he wanted for not but the love and comfort he craved was

Walk into your nearest gallery and go to the first painting that you see. Can you see the meaning behind the artistry even in its simplicity or is it just another decoration on the wall? This is a quandary every artist I