Grzegorz Jacek Olejniczak (Polish b.1968), The Moment Before the Storm, 2026, Acrylic on canvas
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Grzegorz Jacek Olejniczak (Polish b.1968), The Moment Before the Storm, 2026, Acrylic on canvas
Overnight some spiders make little nests for ghosts
Red-winged blackbird in flight
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Back of Your Head // Balance and Composure
Maxime Maufra (1861-1918) - Jardin fleuri au rhododendron
Oil on canvas. Painted in 1905.
28.75 x 39.4 inches, 73 x 100 cm. Estimate: €12,000-15,000.
Sold Thierry-Lannon, Brest, France, 26 April 2025 for €12,000 + B.P.
It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Lone wolf
You're eyes are like symbol of the wolf
Alone howling at the moon
To search for the true love
With the one and only soulmate
To connect once again
To stop the time
As the lips connect in one
To seal the destiny of two bodies
That once were paralyzed in the hopeless void.
Gentle touch
A soft spring breeze
- in the night
it strokes my cheeks.
The silent calm
makes me close my eyes
and kisses me.
It brings me to everywhere
and connects me
to another me.
The breeze whispers the secrets
about no time existing
about us vibrating.
And when the kiss deepens
I can see it all,
I can wake up peacefully.
Ženy čarodějky
Za temného vytí vlkodlaků,
za horka ohně,
tančily nahé ženy,
jásaly bohyně.
Za čarodějnice muži je měli,
za děvky Satanovy,
souložící s Ďáblem,
vzdychající za úplňku.
Přesto ale svobodné duše to byly,
jako Lilith a Hékaté,
ženství své slavily,
svobodu demonstrovaly.
Busy bee
"My name is Marx. And I've seen machines giving humankind back their land. Just a little part of it so we could live in a symboisis. But then it all started over again. And we had to go back."
Baby sakura 🌸
Spring morning 💮
The Great Rite
Blackeyed man has approached me outside the deep lucid dream so we could fulfil the prophecy.
Our lips crashed into each others black snakes wrapped around my wrists and flames swallowed my clothes.
He put a vial filled with blood around neck of mine so we could intensily dance with the hell licks forming into circle divine.
Beautiful screams has been carried through the air, irises turning crystal white until completed was The Great Rite.
Dotek Jitřenky
Všechno utichlo,
všechno zůstalo v pohybu
a nejkrásnější ze všech padlých
znenadání objevil se.
Že utrpení zbaví mě,
že pravou lásku mi ukáže
a k pravému prý procitnutí
stačí jeden polibek.
Desítky černých hadů připlazilo se,
kolem mých rukou, zápěstí a kotníků
jejich těla obmotala se,
aby strachu hlubokého mě zbavili.
Podlehla jsem jehu kouzlu,
princi temnoty - Jitřence takzvané,
a poprvé po té dlouhé době,
temné vášni oddala se.