Hi, hope that you are all well.
This is my flyer for my upcoming exhibition which I have got this coming Friday with Urban Arts Stoke here I am hoping to promote myself as well as also my work as well as hopefully sell some of my photos
From Vision to Reality: The next chapter starts now!
We build it LOUDER, HARDER, and with YOU. This thread is our public diary. We’ll keep you updated several times a week, and, most importantly, listen to your input and opinions. This thread documents that journey.
Our next chapter of growth is beginning, and as always, we need you, our fans, along for the ride. You are our foundation, the essential base upon which everything else is built. We want to involve you, hear your ideas, and discuss how we can continue to provide you with the best possible entertainment.
We originally launched as an online radio station in late 2018, as many of you may recall. Our digital FCKFM magazine followed in 2020, and since 2024, we have focused exclusively on the magazine and our online community.
However, it was clear from the start that our journey was meant to continue. We’ve put in a lot of work, analyzing, brainstorming, testing, and, above all, waiting for the right moment.
That moment has arrived. We are now immediately beginning the operational implementation of our own:
- Global Club Live Events
- Record Label
Naturally, we also aim to strengthen and grow our online community and member content.
Now we combine our online activities with the real world (IRL) and build our own ecosystem in Hard Rock and Metal.
Real clubs. Real stages. Real bands. Real Energy.
We are currently in the financing phase. We cannot shoulder the financial burden of these next steps entirely on our own. Furthermore, we are therefore considering various options, such as strategic partners and sponsorships (e.g., with global beverage brands) or a Founding Members program. We have received inquiries regarding equity stakes in our brand for quite some time, but we remain cautious; maintaining our decision-making freedom and independence is paramount. No soul-selling.
In upcoming updates, we’ll share more details about the live events, the label, our online activities, timeline, and roadmap. We’re really looking forward to your feedback.
And now, fire away! Let your comments and ideas flow freely!
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After I finished writing Rainbowfire, I realized how much of the book had been shaped by the quiet space around my glass door. That door watched me through every chapter — early mornings, late nights, moments of doubt, and bursts of inspiration. It became part of the story’s birth.
I wanted to honor that place.
So I decided to create a stained‑glass window for the door — not just as decoration, but as a way to let the world of Rainbowfire live where it was written.
In the glass, I imagined a house glowing from within, its windows lit like embers. Above the door, I placed the word RAINBOWFIRE, as if the story itself were stepping forward to greet anyone who entered. Flames rose from the roof, not in destruction, but in the same creative fire that kept me writing.
On the right side, I added a waterfall flowing from an open book — the balance of fire and water that runs through the heart of the story, and through me as I wrote it.
Around the house, I set flowers and crystals in impossible colors. They represent the small joys that carried me: Buddy’s mischief, Cosmo’s calm presence, Mary’s humor, my daughters’ voices, my wife’s steady encouragement. Every petal and shard holds a memory.
When the stained glass was finally set into the door, the morning sun lit it up in reds, golds, greens, blues, and silver. My writing space transformed. It felt like Rainbowfire had come home.
Now, whenever I walk past that door, I don’t just see a piece of art. I see the place where I wrote Rainbowfire — and the world that rose up to meet it.