Gods & kings

[3lix13]

…Tatsuyuki Tanaka Step-by-Step from Japanese Comickers 2 (2006) - one of my favorite artist’s working process from rough sketch to finished illustration… 

[imanantisocialanarchist]

Do Not Touch

[gebo4482]

GHOST IN THE SHELL by Adam J. Middleton

Part1

[futuropastelero]

How We Work - Painting Practice

[sometimesyouhearthebullet]

[knitmeapony]

Millennials should really rediscover MASH en masse. It’s dead on aesthetic for this generation.

[heredayembracesnight]

Please rediscover M*A*S*H fellow millennials. It’s wonderful.

[berlynn-wohl]

[mazarin221b]

You’ve never experienced sarcasm and rebellion against the System like Hawkeye and Trapper and BJ’s sarcasm and rebellion against the System.

[literally-a-piece-of-trash]

Do yourselves a favour and go watch this show

[thealmightyprincess]

[thequantumranger]

Ghostwire: Tokyo (TBA) | Platform: Various

[futuropastelero]

Just finished listening to side A of this awesome cassette @purasangr3 kindly gifted me at @alabamacafenapoles last saturday on our first live show together. Funny to say it was our first meeting in person face to face also 😆 ! Thanks a lot pal ! #music #cassette #live #experimental #ambient #visuals https://www.instagram.com/p/B1X76C1DR7t/?igshid=14abo8wzioo0o

[shihlun]

“In the relationship between story and image, I see the story as a kind of vampire trying to suck all the blood from an image. Images are acutely sensitive; like snails they shrink back when you touch their horns. They don’t have it in them to be the cart horses, carrying and transporting messages or significance or intention or a moral. But that’s precisely what a story wants from them.”

— Wim Wenders, “Impossible Stories“ (1982)

[grupaok]

Kazimir Malevich, Suprematism of the Spirit, 1919

[littleflowerofchrist]

“It is true that instinctively we seek to climb the rough stairway of perfection instead of taking the gentle elevator of the arms of Jesus.  This is because we have been told, and rightly, that we are miserable; and then, we have been told about Jesus that He is good, yes, but not enough that He is wondrously good, infinitely good, infinite charity.  No one has told us at the same time that He is Savior before He is Judge and that, in the Heart of God, ‘justice and peace have embraced.’ [footnote: Psalm 85:10 RSVCE]

            We have been trained in the habit of looking at our dark side, our ugliness, and not at the purifying Sun, Light of Light, which He is, who changes the dust we are into pure gold.  We think about examining ourselves, yet we do not think, before the examination, during the examination, and after the examination, to plunge ourselves, with all our miseries, into the consuming and transforming furnace of His Heart, which is open to us through a single humble act of confidence.

             I am not telling you, ‘You believe too much in your own wretchedness.’  We are much more wretched than we ever realize.  But I am telling you, 'You do not believe enough in merciful love.’

             We must have confidence, not in spite of our miseries, but because of them, since it is misery which attracts mercy.

              Oh, this word, mercy – misericordia – ’miseris cor dare,’ [footnote: St. Augustine, Etymology] nourishes itself on miseries by consuming them.  Meditate on this word.”

-Fr. Jean C. J. D’Elbee in his book I Believe in Love: A personal retreat based on the teaching of St. Therese of Lisieux on pages 28-29 of Conference 2, “Humble Confidence”

[littleflowerofchrist]

“It is true that instinctively we seek to climb the rough stairway of perfection instead of taking the gentle elevator of the arms of Jesus.  This is because we have been told, and rightly, that we are miserable; and then, we have been told about Jesus that He is good, yes, but not enough that He is wondrously good, infinitely good, infinite charity.  No one has told us at the same time that He is Savior before He is Judge and that, in the Heart of God, ‘justice and peace have embraced.’ [footnote: Psalm 85:10 RSVCE]

            We have been trained in the habit of looking at our dark side, our ugliness, and not at the purifying Sun, Light of Light, which He is, who changes the dust we are into pure gold.  We think about examining ourselves, yet we do not think, before the examination, during the examination, and after the examination, to plunge ourselves, with all our miseries, into the consuming and transforming furnace of His Heart, which is open to us through a single humble act of confidence.

             I am not telling you, ‘You believe too much in your own wretchedness.’  We are much more wretched than we ever realize.  But I am telling you, 'You do not believe enough in merciful love.’

             We must have confidence, not in spite of our miseries, but because of them, since it is misery which attracts mercy.

              Oh, this word, mercy – misericordia – ’miseris cor dare,’ [footnote: St. Augustine, Etymology] nourishes itself on miseries by consuming them.  Meditate on this word.”

-Fr. Jean C. J. D’Elbee in his book I Believe in Love: A personal retreat based on the teaching of St. Therese of Lisieux on pages 28-29 of Conference 2, “Humble Confidence”

[momentsbeforemass]

Jars of clay

I remember the first time I went into a hospital room, to see someone I didn’t know.

Before I was ordained, the parish I was at had someone who went around and visited people in the hospital. She was going on vacation for a few weeks, and they needed someone to fill in.

The perfect thing for someone training for Holy Orders.

At that point, I had been that parish for a little over a week. I barely knew any of them. For the first guy I saw in the hospital, all I had was a room number and a name.

I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Or do.

Trusting God, I went anyway.

I really don’t know what we talked about. I couldn’t tell you what I said. I just know that I ended with what seemed (to me) like the world’s most pathetic, rambling prayer.

Next Sunday, his wife caught me after Mass. I started to apologize for making a mess of things.

But she never heard a word. She was too busy telling me how much that visit meant to her husband.

The same visit that seemed so pathetic to me.

Which is what St. Paul is talking about. When he says “we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”

You and I? We’re the jars of clay.

It’s not about us.

How wonderful we are. Or aren’t. What a great job we do. Or don’t.

It’s about God.

And the good that God wants to do with us and through us.

If we’ll just say yes.

Today’s Readings

[shihlun]

Jean-Luc Godard

(The Dziga Vertov Group)

Le vent d’est / Wind from the East ,

1970.

[futuropastelero]

#sun https://www.instagram.com/a.chiwo/p/BxY3Kajnwsp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qym9f2kb32ac

[futuropastelero]

[futuropastelero]

[futuropastelero]

Another set of thumbnails for future illustrations and 3D scenes. #thumbnail #conceptart #drawing #illustration #anatomy #study #jarritos #pottery #clay (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/a.chiwo/p/Bwqy36wnr12/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i4nrjpn8fxkb