geryoneid

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[geryoneid]

twin stars / stargazing

[geryoneid]

— it will be this, always.

my ‘the song of achilles’ au for the bkdkbk ‘summer daze’ reverse bang!

[chuwenjie]

While working on Across the Spiderverse, I painted this concept art of what Manhattan might look like in Gwen's watercolor style!

[zegalba]

Abandoned Stone Hands Sculpture, Japan. 埼玉県南部現机石亡噂の巨大龙白山手。— toshibo

[chuwenjie]

I painted these color keys for this scene in Across the Spiderverse between Gwen and her dad!

The idea for the initial color palette was that because Gwen's world is colored by her emotions, she's cool blue despite the warm light of her surroundings - to symbolize her internal isolation from the rest of the world and her father.

Upon entering Gwen's room, we see an inverse of the color relationship that was set up previously. Gwen and her environment are in harmony, contrasting against her dad's warm colors. When they embrace, their colors mix together to create something new.

[derangedrhythms]

Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Poems; from 'Rosary Songs: Amen', tr. Will Stone

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[...] the Arcanum known as The Hermit, represented here as an old hunchback with an hourglass in his hand, a soothsayer who overturns irreversible time and sees the After before the Before.

Italo Calvino, The Castle of Crossed Destinies; from 'The Tale of Astolpho on the Moon', tr. William Weaver

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For you and for me, the highest moment, the keenest joy is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our mind—and you and I both lose it in the same way, by love. 

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′ 

[theoptia]

Valzhyna Mort, from Collected Body; "Mocking Bird Hotel"

Text ID: But often to shed light on the darkness, / light isn't enough. Often what I need is an even / darker / darkness.

[matrose]

my heart fell out while i was on a walk through the forest and it got covered in pine needles and then an osprey picked it up but she dropped it in the sea and the fish ate a hole straight through it before it was washed ashore and when i found it again chamomiles were growing in the cavity. i put it back inside of me and now the world seems stranger and more beautiful than ever

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Bryn Greenwood, from “All the Ugly and Wonderful Things.”

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Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Poems; from 'Dejection', tr. Will Stone

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[...] there was the loudness of his absence [...]

Morowa Yejidé, from 'Creatures of Passage'

[tendermimi]

— Oscar Wilde, The Garden of Eros

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beyond this madness of being both sides of the mirror.

Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems; from ‘Words of the wind’, tr. Patricio Ferrari & Forrest Gander

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It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. 

Mary Shelley, from ‘Frankenstein’

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For me, life may well continue in solitude. I have never perceived those to whom I have been most attached other than as through a glass, darkly. 

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh; to his mother, c. 12th June 1890, tr. Arnold Pomerans