Artem Miachin — designer, poet, journalist and screenwriter is from Tbilisi, Georgia. Now he works with famous studios and publishers.

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Hello, my name is Artem. I used to work as a journalist. It was during my student practice and after, at the moments of my formation as a political activist and creative person. But in 2015, I decided to become a screenwriter and dedicate myself to fighting the dictatorship. I’m the author of more than ten poems, two feature and one short scripts, a story and a novel, and a comic book. Now I’m a certified designer. I believe this will help me fulfill my dream of making better films, comics and articles to reveal the truth to people and defeat immorality and corruption.

• Story: “This is motherfucking message, bitch”27 May 2023
  Either they betray you, so it follows you, or the world is arranged in such a way that you do not fit into it. How is it really? – No one knows. Only he knows. Hey, you! Haughty. What about our old friendship? You are so beautiful, smart, attractive. And I’m lonely, unhappy. Your faithfulContinue reading “Story: “This is motherfucking message, bitch””
• “There are white nights here. There won’t two of us here”.21 April 2023
  So one day, a sparrow tried not to catch a bullet from a crazy hunter with a shot, a dove to dodge with its neck from a lazy butcher’s knife, a green frog to jump out of a woman’s holey trough. I am not her. This is an uncomfortable allegory for life. As for me,Continue reading ““There are white nights here. There won’t two of us here”.”
• Verse: “I’m just the way I’m supposed to be”8 April 2023
  I take a walk down the night street alone. Where my own long shadow trembles ahead, falling on wet, slippery asphalt. I came up with this idea under the drops of drizzling fine rain, under the dim white light of lantern. The light comes on somewhere in the window of the suburban house. The lightContinue reading “Verse: “I’m just the way I’m supposed to be””
• Verse: “The saddest birthday”12 February 2023
  Previously, I had a dream – it was a girl, perhaps exactly like Gigi Hadid. Maybe just like her. I knew she, being her friend. We sit on the floor together in a room, hugging each other, turning off all the lights and extraneous noise. We just sit hugging. Sunlight streams in from the window,Continue reading “Verse: “The saddest birthday””
• He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.9 January 2023
  Lunch time of the day. It’s cloudy and gloomy outside. The windows of the city streets are whitewashed due to haze. In a street stream of cars. The cars are humming merrily, not letting walkers collect with their thoughts. There was a traffic jam near the bank at the crossroads. The advertising signs are linedContinue reading “He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.”
• I Won’t Forgive2 January 2023
  They don’t let me sleep with their children’s cries under my windows. In the song, I hear her thin female voice: “Help me …”. On the screen, unsanitary conditions and her adult body. The dog people, cat people are around. I’m sorry. I need to be proud on the right and strong on the leftContinue reading “I Won’t Forgive”