Neoclassical sculptures of pastoral Apollo my beloved 💖💖💖
"Pastoral Apollo" by John Flaxman
"Sleeping Apollo" by Benedetto Cacciatori
"Apollo instructing the shepherds" by Charles-Gabriel Sauvage
"Pastoral Apollo" by Joseph Gott
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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occasionally subtle

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pixel skylines

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Neoclassical sculptures of pastoral Apollo my beloved 💖💖💖
"Pastoral Apollo" by John Flaxman
"Sleeping Apollo" by Benedetto Cacciatori
"Apollo instructing the shepherds" by Charles-Gabriel Sauvage
"Pastoral Apollo" by Joseph Gott
would you draw Apollo please?
I have drawn apollo before:
Whenever the inspiration strikes i will draw him again! Unless someone pays me to draw him sooner of course 🤨
“ok lets do warm up sketch”
“oh..”
wow you freaks really like this one huh?? i have more ideas about bones and hand and organs and this was the most tame one,, so get ready
Suppliant my children's murderer to implore, And kiss those hands yet reeking with their gore
(2/2)
But never let me die without a struggle and without acclaim
Artemis
(2023 sketchbook vs 2025 digitally)
reread tsoa 🫠
Call them nintendo because they switch
Prometheus and his creations
Happy fathers day to the father of mankind
- sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p
evrybody hate me and want me dead. except for god he said faggot! you will live forever
i think a big part of expanding your intellectual curiosity and trying to learn new things about the world is to abandon the shame of not knowing things. don't blame "the US school system" (which US school system????), don't blame your teachers, don't blame society, but embrace the fact that you are going to be learning new things constantly, throughout your life. practice saying "i really need to read about that" or "does anyone know of any good sources to learn about xyz?" or "hold on i gotta go check wikipedia/a world map/the dictionary/the news." every single day, there will be something you don't know already. that something doesn't have to be embarrassing. instead it can be an opportunity to learn something new
shame makes you shut down, and dig in your heels, and refuse to engage. curiosity takes practice, it takes conscious effort, and it takes patience. including patience with yourself
I don’t remember if this was in the book or if I heard her tell a story in an interview, but I learned somewhere years ago that when Allison Bechdel sent her mother a draft copy of Are You My Mother? (Bechdel’s frankly very exposing graphic memoir about her relationship with her mother), asking for, I don’t know? Feedback? Permission? Absolution? her mother’s whole and entire response was “It coheres.” Two words and a period. And it’s absolutely true about that book and the most impressive thing about it, actually. The book collages an enormous amount of time and space and thought into a coherent piece of art. It could so easily have failed to do so, but it succeeded. I think about this all the time both because of the efficiency of Bechdel’s mother’s commentary and the myriad conclusions I find myself itching to leap to about her personality based on that single anecdote, but also because it got my thinking about coherence as an artistic value. As perhaps the final artistic value. So, you had something to say. Did you say it?
If I remember correctly it was an email, too, without a greeting or salutation, which is so white christian northeasterner it makes me want to scream. Not the point.
Like. Ms Helen Bechdel did not choose to share whether she considered her daughter’s work truthful, or necessary, or kind. She did not corroborate or contradict Allison Bechdel’s story about her. She only acknowledged that the story cohered. Which like, point one, master stroke, because it means she’s interacting with the work as a reader rather than as a character, but point two, maybe a story doesn’t actually have to be truthful or necessary or kind. Maybe that isn’t what storytelling is. Maybe a story just has to cohere. Certainly someone being told a story from the outside doesn’t have the tools to know if a story was honest. When you’re told a story you only know if it coheres. How much of what we think of as honesty and courage in storytelling is really just coherence. I’ve been a little crazy about this anecdote since I was roughly fifteen.
THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
bg3 inspiring new dnd characters for myself, had to draw them....
acolytes for my fav petty deities Loviatar and Talona
probably reluctantly collaborating in a banite court as torturer and alchemist respectively
i refuse to defend my favorite characters. They did that horrible thing bc they suck really bad
“maybe he had a rough childhood” maybe hes just a dick