Dried.Flowrrs

Hello, this is my animation blog. I made this because I want to create calming art to help people with their mental health through seeing the beauty in everyday life.  Please submit a request if you would like an animation, drawing, or poem. You can search for my works on my blog by searching #animation #poetry #art, etc

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Matches and Lighter Animation

For an anonymous request, an animated study of a lighter and matches (in gif format) tw: depiction of fire

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The Ballerina (with audio)

Hey y’all! This is a quick animation I made about the student athlete mental health crisis. I gave myself a short deadline on this one so it is a little clunky right now, but I hope to rework it when I get more time. Triggers: depiction of mental health struggles

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oh dorianne laux we’re really in it now

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[ID: a poem titled “Antilamentation” by Dorianne Laux. It reads:

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones that crimped your toes, don’t regret those. Not the nights you called god names and cursed your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch, chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness. You were meant to inhale those smoky nights over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches. You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still you end up here. Regret none of it, not one of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing, when the lights from the carnival rides were the only stars you believed in, loving them for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved. You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

End ID.]

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Enikő Katalin Eged

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Blooms of Insect Wings Created by Photographer Seb Janiak

(via Blooms of Insect Wings Created by Photographer Seb Janiak | ron beck designs)

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Shimabuku: Sea and Flowers (2013)

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"With Elven Eyes" by Lars Van De Goor

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source

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九水巷 on Instagram

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Flowers by Irving Penn

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Hancock Park, Los Angeles, CA 2019.

Nikon 28ti | Kodak Gold 200

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you learn about a hummingbird species named “flame-throated sunangel” or “sparkling-tailed woodstar” or “purple-crowned fairy” or “shining sunbeam” or “sapphire-spangled emerald” or “amethyst-throated sungem” (these are all real hummingbirds). and you think “all the superlative descriptions of hummingbirds must be exaggerations”. then you learn that this hummingbird has like magnificent luminous aquamarine or sparkling-gold or iridescent flaming-orange feathers on its back, or glittering throat patches with mesmerizing color transitions from deep purple to vibrant pink. and maybe its maximum size is smaller than a bumblebee, with an adult weight of 0.09 ounces (this is a real hummingbird). maybe it hovers in-place in mid-air and can beat its wings at 200 beats per second (this is a real hummingbird). maybe multiple flower species have essential mutualistic relationships with the birds. maybe there is an entire lineage of so-called “flower mites”, tiny arachnids that use hummingbirds to travel between plants and can only feed on specific flower nectar pollinated by hummingbirds (this is real). or maybe the species lives only very high on the slopes of a single mountain where its beak is specially customized to feed on the nectar of a single flower species (real). and maybe there are two dozen or more species of hummingbirds which only live in small isolated pockets of high-elevation fog-shrouded cloud forests in very specific humid microhabitats in the misty and forested peaks of the tropical Andes or Mesoamerica. where every mountain range’s special combination of mist and fog and flowers and nectar creates a home for a unique bird. maybe they love sugar, just like me. and you’re like “this can’t be real”.