“It Happened Before” - Last in a collection of four paintings inspired by the Netflix show Dark. All the paintings will feature symbolism used in the story and will be connected via the string that runs through each of them. Video process, brushes, and high-res version was released as this month’s Patreon reward!
It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all. We should long ago have become angels had we been capable of paying attention to the experience of art, and allowing ourselves to be changed in accordance with the ideals it expresses. Art only has the capacity, through shock and catharsis, to make the human soul receptive to good. It’s ridiculous to imagine that people can be taught to be good…Art can only give food – a jolt – the occasion – for psychical experience.Andrei Tarkovsky (via observando)
This is Matilda. She has been the love of my life since I first made her. But it is now time to say goodbye. She is now up on etsy for sale. Please read description for dimensions. As I can and will not be refunding products for a change of mind. Especially after the item has been shipped. Can offer express shipping for overseas purchases for an extra charge but there is no guarantee you will get her before Christmas unfortunately. 💚🌵
Link to etsy in bioomg <3333
It has my name *-*
text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin
Whoa
always loved this
sext: it is a humid night in july. we undress each other in the back of your car and form one mound of sweaty flesh.“sext: you”- Lora Mathis (via wethinkwedream)
sext: fireflies fall on your skin. i kiss the trail they leave to find your light.
sext: we share a bath and come out dripping each other.
sext: the atomic bomb is not as loud as my heartbeat when you lie next to me.
sext: come over, i want to taste moonlight when it’s licked off your skin.
sext: we undo each other and come back together in one hot flash of light.
sext: you burn over everyone else’s touch.
sext: they dust me for fingertips and find nothing but your claw marks.
sext: the sound of your teeth digging into my bare skin and my moans are the most beautiful duet.
sext: you are 48% water. i would be happy to drown in you.
sext: you are the poem i will spend my whole life trying to write.
To my daughter I will say,‘Blind’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via keep-that-pussy-wet)
‘See your beauty
without a compliment
or a mirror.’
