We must not become less of ourselves in the face of annihilation. We must hold to who we are, hold tight to our joys. i came into this world dead, grey and silent. I shall go out of strange, full of love and wondrous curiosity. I shall go a fully-grown changeling with a kiss of intent on my lips.
Vast epic library. Raven stood on a pile of old ornate books. There is also a cat and the shadow of a dog. Pencil drawing with colour applied.
Good morning.
This one was a turning point.
Just posted a free Patreon! www.patreon.com/posts/154704...
an owl with outstretched legs beneath them, wings held high above, facing towards the right and down. Lots of dynamic lines around the owl, upwards, and swirling, a spiral top right. Fineliner pen, watercolours and oil pastels, shades of buff, blue, orange and brown. Maria Strutz
Pel's fishing owl, about to pounce
#OwlishMonday
Happy Anniversary DREDGE! We can't believe it’s already been three years since launch.
To celebrate, we’ve created a Discord fishing minigame in the DREDGE Discord and will be kicking off a Fishbot Contest with prizes starting April 1st, so stay hooked - more info soon!
#DREDGE #DiscordContest
We walk streets where windows become altars. Here a watching and warding of crows. Across the road a summoning of Saxon gods. Each home making a transparent declaration of where it stands on the folk faith spectrum. No. 56 for the King-Under-the-Sea. No. 75 for Woden. – #MattAdams, 1982
How incredible: “The full delivery took about 30 minutes. For hours afterward, pairs of whales held the baby above the water until it was able to swim…
What struck the researchers was how many mother, sister and daughter whales united to support the new calf, even ones that weren’t related.”
sitting fox looking out at the viewer surrounded by tulips. Fineliner pen, fountain pen, rosehip and beetroot ink, watercolours. Shades of brown, red, white and black
spring fox surrounded by tulips 🦊🌿🌷
Rosehip ink, beetroot ink and watercolours
#FoxFriday #FoxoftheDay
Two figures (one tall, white hair, ominous runesword, the other shorter, a mop of red hair, two swords) walk across a rocky landscape toward some kind of gateway.
eternal champion
#digitalart #fantasy #rpg #D&D #elric
Humans, you're wilfully causing the 6th mass extinction with piss poor climate action, fishing, river infrastructure, & pollution.
Scientists found the numbers of more than 15,000 species of freshwater migratory fish had dropped by an estimated 81% in the last 50 yrs.
www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...
Photo of a narrow miniature grisaille painting of someone in monks robes standing on a set of stone stairs in an old pine forest.
A little painting from my series of Ornamental Hermits. Had completely forgotten making this until spotting it in my camera roll this morning.
Scientific Shot of a Peacock mantis shrimp eyes which are the most advanced in the animal world. Photo by Daniel Sasse.
the mantis shrimp has 16 types of color receptors.
humans have 3.
we see roughly 10 million colors and think that's impressive.
the mantis shrimp is sitting there processing a visual reality so hyperchromatic that scientists genuinely aren't sure what it's like to be one.
#addOcean
For #nationalbook day I'd like to have the work of Lord Dunsany widely read again. He inspired giants (Tolkien-Moorcock etc) but I love his work for its own sake. Poetic and haunting-full of landscape.
On a background of crumpled vintage paper rests a paperback book: Cheer The Sick. The cover features an early modern plague doctor dropping an oversized posey of flowers. The tagline reads "What ails you?"
For #WomenInHorror month, I'm obliged to share my collection, Cheer The Sick. Tales include:
🗝️ What happens when you snort powdered faun
🗝️ There's a man inside the boiler and he knows you're gay
🗝️ Don't wear the fairy meth helmet
🗝️ Chelsea Flower Show vampires
blackshuckbooks.co.uk/cheer-the-si...
We instinctually know some buildings hold their hurt, release it as shades, coughs of bad memory. We pass them by with almost an expectation of ghost at the glass. Some feel relief when one is not glimpsed, others like myself, feel only an aching disappointment. – Dr. M. Benn, 1982 #Ghosts
Today I learnt my uncle sometimes dresses as a priest and goes into betting shops shouting: “My God has forsaken me. Why the fuck won’t God let my horse win?” He has also gone into Iceland dressed as a priest shouting: “God, where are the fucking chips? Show me the chips oh Lord, show me the chips!”
pencil drawing of a wild windswept figure on a small bit of rock in a wild sea. They hold a charmed bit of driftwood.
and a Salt Hag of @hookland.bsky.social .
If you have not yet visited the county you may very well discover (as I have) that it was home all along.
visage of a stern, severe undersea monarch with driftwood crown/horns, fish netting, pearls, and pop tabs from cans. Pencil drawing with colour applied.
Let's see, what sort of thing for today, then?
Let's stay in Hookland for a bit- King Under Sea of that county.
Good morning.
youtu.be/Hp3IHNDofgk?...
a green tinged fey creature looks over their shoulder at you small green light float upward from their head. Pencil drawing with applied colour.
A Moss Maiden of Hookland for you this morning.
BELA!!
Every successful invention solves a common problem: washing clothes, illumination, ease of travel.
The problem A I is trying to solve is *us* - WE are the problem to tech oligarchs and corporate elite. It's all for them. They just can't say that part.
They're trying to sell us our own redundancy.
Seaglass pendents in green and blue and a wooden button Pendant
Have made more pendants with #Shetland seaglass and have been experimenting with other beach finds like pottery and buttons! Available now on Etsy and will be adding some earings later today. Link in comments
Folklore is a living force. The infrastructure may change from wooden bridge to concrete flyover, but folklore adapts, finds a new life among us. Half-there Folk, Lords of Underside and of course Whisperers, still loiter despite the traffic spluttering above them. – Dr. M. Benn
On repeat today.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ_U...
Some of the mists in our minds are never going to dissipate. Some bits of us are always going to be stuck in November twilight. We walk and jangle the dozens of bottles of pickled time.
I know it's hard for people who never heard The Hum to understand what we Pylon People were about. Transmission towers were our temporary temples. The wires charted the electric ley of the land. We marched under them and heard wonders. – Signal-catcher Rose, ex-Pylon Person #VOH
In county folklore, the Queen of Owls reigns from dusk to dawn. In each of her feathers, a map of wisdom. On each of her talons, three drops of blood to cure or curse. Her carved avatars are everywhere. Each one providing her with intelligence. From pew to pub, she peers upon us all. – Dr. M.Benn
To clarify for Americans as Starmer is shite and we English tend speak polite instead of direct. Americans, we love you, but we learnt from you to refuse mad kings. We expect to be at war with you this year. It doesn’t erase our love for you, but appeasing land-grabbing dictators ain’t happening.
Everyone has at least one forest inside them they are afraid to explore.