Soar to the top

Kill for the thrill

[thecollectibles]

Art by Leah Gardner

[salmon-n-hazel]

Daisy

[to-orrr]

summer sketches 🌾

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko More sketches from his Royal Vernon Line Composition Book 1946/1947 Ink on wove paper Royal: Royal / Writing (watermark) 10 1/4 x 7 1/2 in. (26.0 x 19.1 cm) Collections of Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko. © Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko

first group here

[blog-artlover]

"In Gentle Light"

by Kaoru Yamada

[isbergillustration]

Please Don't Leave Me Alone Up Here

I'm so cold

[musterniillustrates]

read the red kingdom

get the red kingdom

[weltenwellen]

Patrick James Errington, from "After All This Small Talk, You’d Think There’dBe No Weather Left"

[dailyclassicart]

Miho Ichise - "The Last Sunbathing of the Day" (2021)

[reeddraws]

I wanted to do another quick landscape reflection, but in green today . Daily drawing 2239

[dionysian-mystery]

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary | Black Cat by Yuko Nakamura | The tea bag... a self portrait by Janne Kearney | Marguerite Duras, Agatha et les Lectures Illimitées | Gustave Flaubert, a letter to Louise Colet | art by Simon Leclerc | 3090 Degrees Fahrenheit by Michael A. Davenport | Cynthia Chapman | Glib Glub by Joseph MacGown | art by Viktoria Maliar | Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground

[bludragongal]

The Dancing Tree, A Cautionary Tale for Parents

This is another nightmare I had that I’d completely forgotten about, until I found this unfinished comic buried in my hard drive today.

In the dream, I was the tree.

[bludragongal]

Some people have wondered why this would be considered a nightmare, and it’s because somehow I knew there were rules I had to follow.

So I had to watch while I waited to be called.

[bludragongal]

Click here to listen to an incredible dub of this comic by @omahdon

[absurdlogic]

love is stored in the kitty cat

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[sivavakkiyar]

Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place, that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

Samuel Beckett, Watt

[vexheart]

This

[theabigailthorn]

they put me in the book

[mattbors]

From a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, where after a hundred poems showcasing gentle observations on nature and animals, she hits you with this:

[wifiwuxians]

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

– Edna St Vincent Millay

for songxiao september week 3: grief

instead of cremating him immediately, Song Lan holds Xiao Xingchen for a while. a long, long while.