The Heaventree of Stars

Tolle, Lege!

[alexanderguns]

ego et arcadia

[hadrian6]

The Genius of Peace Taming the Horses of Mars. 1791. Joseph Chinard French 1756-1813. terracotta relief. Sotheby's Nov. 2023. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

[mybeingthere]

‘Queen Kapi'olani’s Fan Quilt’, 1900-1924. Image courtesy The American Museum & Gardens, Bath.

[srednod]

Yannis Tsarouchis, Sailor reading, 1981.

[thunderstruck9]

Yannis Tsarouchis (Greek, 1910-1989), Sailor Reading, 1981. Oil on kraft paper, 93 x 80 cm. Yannis Tsarouchis Foundation, Marousi, Athens

[alexanderguns]

Friedrich Johann Voltz. Ein Kamel. 1848.

[oldpaintings]

Un bal à l'Hermitage by François Bonnet (French, 1811–1894)

[alexanderguns]

Étienne Drian. Joueuse De Golf. 1920.

[bulkbinbox]

vulcão paricutín, michoacán, méxico, 1944. foto de hugo brehme. 

[redlipstickresurrected]

Yasuhiro Onishi aka 大西泰弘 (Japanese, b. 1986, Tokyo, Japan) - A Line On The Landscape, Paintings: Acrylics on Plywood

[boudhabar]

Ichijô Narumi

[barsanworld]

Boris Jovanovic

Belgrade, Serbia

[alexanderguns]

Gerald Festus Kelly. TS Eliot. 1962.

[dailyrothko]

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Lilac and orange over ivory), 1953

Oil on canvas

Overall: 117 ½ × 91 ½ in. (298.5 × 232.4 cm)

© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

[alexanderguns]

Albert Braïtou-Sala. Portrait de la chanteuse Rina Ketty. 1939.

[alexanderguns]

Ohara Shōson. Flying Geese. 1926.

[alexanderguns]

[alexanderguns]

On March

anything can happen in March. red-winged blackbirds fly home. it's the kingdom of forsythia. It melts february and takes no notice of april. every afternoon asperitas like a blanket rolls across the sky. Light rises from the pavement. It's a good time for walks with a nice jacket. It's a good time to fall in love. The air is cool and dry. It's the month of the Worm Moon. You can cook with the window open again. Sometimes Jesus comes back. the night sky reminds me of sailors. The grass is like hay and the last of the snowdrops bloom. It feels like the end after the end. A month for what's left. I hope I live for a long time but when I die I'd like it to be in March.