Andy Goldsworthy.
[id: curved twigs arranged around a river rock like ripples]
Andy Goldsworthy.
[id: curved twigs arranged around a river rock like ripples]
“Heksenfluit”, witch flute, with death’s head and rat leg, ca. 1850, Collectie MAS, Museum aan de Stroom, Antwerpen, foto Louis de Peuter
[image description: a photo of a small carved flute with small writing and two faces adorning it. one of them, toward the middle of the flute is a skull. the bottom half of the flute is made up of a petrified rat leg.]
penelope weaving and unweaving the shroud and the shroud depicts the odyssey sure but i think it would be fun if every night she rewove it so the figures moved very slightly because then the shroud would be an Extremely slow stop motion and just think it would be neat
obviously the shroud is haunted because it is a shroud but i think it should just be more visually creepy. like penelope is racing to unweave it before the woven figure of odysseus can make eye contact with her
Etruscan bronze helmet in the shape of a wolf’s head, 6th-5th century BC
“Where is the horse? Where the rider? Where the giver of treasure? Where the seats of the feast? Where are the joys of the hall? Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the heroic warrior! Alas for the splendor of the king! How they have passed away, Dark under night-cover, As if they never were.” - The Wanderer, An Anglo-Saxon poem of lamentation, which was the inspiration for Tolkien’s Lament of the Rohirrim. (via het-stille-woud)
Illustrations/Collages by Eric Carle
Children’s Literature
[ID: the following colorful Eric Carle collages: the very hungry caterpillar, a sleepy blue astronaut with the face of the moon floating through the night sky, a firefly in front of a farmhouse, a truck, and some pets on a clear night, and finally a white unicorn running in front of a full moon. End ID]
Various Wands Mal Corvus Witchcraft & Folklore artefact collection West Country, England (Cornwall)
[ID: four wands of varying length, one made from carved wood, one carved wood with an antler attached, one made from a porcupine quill and a birds foot, and one either gnarled wood or bone. They are resting on a neutral gray background. End ID]
today on neat hozier retweets: disappearing birds!
[ID: A tweet, retweeted by Hozier, but originally by Daniel Holland. It reads: “The flashing black and white these sandpipers display is caused by their black backs and white chests. Coupled with the colors of the sky it looks like they keep disappearing.” Below the tweet there’s a video of a flock of birds flying just above the ocean shoreline. The sand, sea, and sky are all a slate grey. The birds are in a murmuration, and as the shape of the group shifts parts of the cloud seem to disappear. The invisibility moves through the birds in spiraling stripes almost like a barbershop pole. End ID.]
“6 wings” “2 heads” “6 legs” linocuts from my exhibition “7 maa ja mere taga” 2019 now listed in my store here
I love rivers. all the lore and mythology about rivers is real. they’re all big and powerful and can kill people, and they are very judgmental. but they can also if they want just strip you of all wrongdoing. and that’s where salmon and frogs live
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via quotespile)
Illustration for Ukrainian folk tale “Wolf’s Song” by Yevgeny Rachyov, 1956
[ID: an illustration of a humanoid red fox and a humanoid wolf, both standing upright and dressed in robes, screaming or singing into the warmly lit window of a house from outside during a snowy night.]
“She is ideas, feelings, urges and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, the daybreak. She is the one who encourages humans to remain multi-lingual; fluent in the languages of dreams, passion and poetry. She is intutition, she is far-seer, she is a deep listener, she is loyal at heart. She is the one who thunders after injustice. She is the maker of cycles. She is the one we leave home to look for. She is the one we come home to.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992
Baba Yaga’s house