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before and after the pounce
“6 wings” “2 heads” “6 legs” linocuts from my exhibition “7 maa ja mere taga” 2019
2/24/19 - ‘Saint Lucy’, ceramics (with gold overglaze), 7" x 5.5" x 1"
this is actually a wall piece!
I found peaches in my tree!!!!
(her name is Peaches)
Flower grown inside the International Space Station orbiting Earth January 2016
via reddit
my children have too many legs .. but they are handsome and strong
Some slug flower friends!
watercolour botany
MARGARET ATWOOD x WALTON FORD
‘Let Us Now Praise Stupid Women’, Good Bones and Simple Murders (1994);
Gleipnir (2012), watercolor, gouache, ink, pencil on paper, 69" x 120" x ½".
“Tell me your favorite weird fact.”
The Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and sleep on them. And then we call them scary without even noticing that they are present in every single thing of our lives. We live because of the dead.
Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.
Favorite photographs from deep in the Swedish National Heritage Board Archive.
Bjorn Allard. 1958.