Inverted space drawing with as much sense as it makes.
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Inverted space drawing with as much sense as it makes.
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So it REALLY annoys me to see such fine craftsmanship go uncredited. This is a blade done by Antonio Montejano and you can find his entire gallery on his website here
I would hope that if people ever reblog my works that they either add the credit in or never remove the credit. This is an extremely skilled man. apparently he “perforated” the blade (meaning he saw pierced those designs) and you get only one chance to do that sort of thing or you have to start all over again (or alternatively, solder a new piece in but I highly doubt that’s an actual option even with a decorative blade piece.)
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Artwork by the brilliant Naomi Chen.
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ASTRIFEROUS
[adjective]
bearing stars; made of stars.
Etymology: Latin astrifer; astrum - star + ferre - to bear.
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it’s been exactly one year since i wrote that first poem about you. i sat in bed and started thinking about what happened at sandy hook, and how fragile life is, and how much i wanted you in mine. when you read it you said you teared up and couldn’t believe whatever this was we found in each other. you called it indescribable.
i lied in the same spot a year later with you beside me - emotionless. thinking about how i watched you change with every season. how spring turned into summer turned into autumn turned into winter. how the purity of something new became as hot as the persistent day as it rests too heavily on tired flowers, and how when that tiredness wins, they die like everything else.
i could feel my chest collapsing that night i sat in the stairway and read every word you had written to someone else while you were gone. how you teared up when you read the words he wrote to you, and how you couldn’t believe what you found. you even called it indescribable. now i can’t stop thinking about what those words might have been and how they compare to mine, i can’t sleep because i need to know what you found and if it feels anything like what i lost.
i’m sorry if i’m so stuck in this. it’s just before you came along i spent four years with someone who would watch me watch the world but couldn’t hold my hand and see what i saw. someone who loved me so much but couldn’t understand how a human soul could mimic the seasons, or how a person can be fine for so long but wake up one morning wanting to die all over again. so when that feeling rises over the mountains all i ask of the world is that they greet it differently than pagans when they worship the sun.
i am old soil /
mixed with the compulsion to describe what used to grow here. to describe the indescribable sensation of life in a dying field. as if remembering the smell of your blossoms is the only thing keeping me alive.
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Alicja Zmyslowska is a pet photographer based in Poland that takes incredibly vibrant and lively portraits of dogs for a living.
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Saint Denis
This is the piece I made for the Sacrilege artbook, which is now in limbo so I’m sharing it! It’s hard for me to finish anything, much less something of this size, so I’m really proud of it. I thought it looked cool during its various stages so I included WIP pictures. (Gold leafing is the biggest pain in the ass ever, but god damn is it beautiful in person!)
I had never heard of Denis before making this, and once I found out about him I couldn’t resist. He was a Bishop of Paris and was martyred by decapitation. He then picked up his head and walked six miles while preaching a sermon. Some artists have depicted him with the halo behind his head even when it’s in his arms, but I just loved the idea of an empty halo too much!
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