Lauren Le Fey

Art Witch

[laurenlefey]

it’s 2018 and i’m 25 but my parents are still put more weight in my marriage prospects than my own abilities.

[felescatus]

Clare Turlay Newberry

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[russianspirit]

Бабушкина радость.

Babushka’s joy.

[whisperofvintage]

[vladtheunfollower]

corn cat…reblog for a plentiful harvest

[inland-delta]

Yumikrum, Sisterhood of the Pomegranate, collage, 2016

[stiekemekat]

Fiery-Throated Hummingbird enjoying the rain

[annnsunn]

[blueknees]

[sveneul]

Examing visual culture through interdisciplinary genres. Direction by Sven Eul Instagram Website

[eatingbreadandhoney]

Saint George Killing the Dragon by Bernat Martorell 1434-5.

[ganymedesrocks]

In the second quarter of the 15th century, Bernat Martorell (circa 1400 - 1452), was the leading painter of Barcelona, the capital of Catalonia in northeastern Spain. Saint George was the patron saint of Catalonia, and Martorell’s vivid painting probably once formed the center of the altarpiece of the chapel of the Catalan government in its palace in Barcelona. The central image would have been flanked by smaller narrative panels, now in the Musée du Louvre, Paris; they illustrate the martyrdom of the saint in gruesome detail.

[immafuster]

Frida Kahlo, 1939

[thewoodbetween]

Chris Wormel - Frog Pond

[platypusinplaid]

Dream career: that girl in Kiki’s Delivery Service who lives in the woods alone and draws birds

[nobrashfestivity]

Frederic Edwin Church  Aurora Borealis from Bar Harbor Maine, 1860

[artfoli]

Moon Nymph l The Witches Sabbath l The Balance of the Zodiac 19th century, Luis Ricardo Falero (1851-1896)

[laurenlefey]

You’re lost on a sea that you sailed on now its cold and rough where you are It’s a harsh wind blowing but I did not cause this storm you see I’ve just been here, open-armed invitingly I’ve been alone on this sea for so long I wanted to touch, I had to feel love Before these waves took me under But you came to me in the dark and as gentle as a siren can be I caught you and I held you down

Oh if the pink light of morning would wash all the demons from here I could lie down on your ground and pull my body near But all the knots in my stomach are telling, there’s no where to rest, there’s no place to go, and the shadows they keep on with their shanty song It’s the darkest horse that’s chasing me down And the gods here have no care where you go when you drown

I’ve been mistaken for something I’m not for something I wished I could be Pretty and fine, I’d draw the line at just singing soothingly but I’ve been a liar I have been ugly I can be ugly And we'll join the Venture and the Morning Star Singing haul away my laddie-o You’re lost on a sea that you sailed on Now its cold and rough

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