[littlestpersimmon]

Free Ornamentation III. This work is dedicated to the public domain ♡

[digital-collage-materials]

transparent!

[deviantarchive]

Art Trade- Seosilver by Trixity

2006

[sioltach]

I love being an animal I love that everything I am can only be because I am a recycled material sculpture sourced from the random but beautiful bullshit of planet earth

[sioltach]

How it feels when it's my turn with the oxygen, carbon and hydrogen + other trace elements (arranged in such a way to be a terrestrial mammal)

[autoneurotic]

let’s run, i love you so much!

[buckskinboots]

pan pastel on black paper by Tara Strubing

[deviantarchive]

Heartworm by Saranna

2014

[thefugitivesaint]

Vince Pask, ''Australian Realms'', #08, Nov.-Dec. 1992

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Faerie Mound of Dragonkind by Valerie Valusek

[sonyaheaneyauthor]

Wooden pier on the pond near Olesko, Lviv Oblast, Ukraine.

May 2010.

[beelur]

[ains-art]

As a fun fact i only started painting felines because i went through a sabertooth phase in my late teens

[bluesturngold]

[emberdothound]

[coyhound]

too embarrassed to post on main but LOOOOK at my 1989 Smithsonian Wild Heritage Collection coyote puppy 😭

[thegoodmorningman]

The Beast, historically speaking, is Love!!!

[arttwink]

defending my home, the night

[werewolfetone]

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

[werewolfetone]

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

[angel-derangement]

I hate it too tbh

[myfairynuffstuff]

David Schab (b.1973) - Three Wooden Ducks. 2025. Oil on canvas.