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Halcyon ‘Rook’ Ingellvar
we are in a media literacy crisis
friendly reminder that characters don’t need to be saints to be entertaining. and telling a story does not mean endorsement. art does not need to be all about morally good people.
IDK if this was meant as hyperbole but it’s literally true:
Adult literacy is low.
Child literacy is low.
Information literacy has shifted dramatically in the last decade, but reputable information sources like research journals and factual news reporting have been unable to keep pace.
We are genuinely in a crisis of media literacy, with ever fewer genuinely factual resources available in the style and language used by contemporary audiences.
It may sound condescending, but we genuinely need to remind people, or worse, explain to them for the first time that art is not evidence of real world behaviour.
So, thank you, for this reminder. Genuinely.
You’re correct:
Art does not need to feature exclusively morally pure characters. Art is not proof of the creator’s secret, violent desires.
While bushwalking I was commenting while walking through waves and waves of gold wattle that I have started to associate the blooms with Venus as they are striking in beauty and catch the eye easily. I have even started to ponder the use of wattle in glamour magic and compulsion magic.
After coming back to the car the radio turns on and I kid you not Venus started playing specifically this part: "Goddess on the mountain top Burning like a silver flame The summit of beauty and love And Venus was her name" I must point out that we on mountain and we walk within the mountains. Just something a little funny not long after I have been thinking of how I approach my work with Gods especially Venus /Aphrodite herself. I want to bring in more work that relates to my connect to Country as an Indigenous person so Venus in my mind has started to be termed Venus Yiray. Maybe this was conformation that I am slowly finding my way to the right path? What ever it is I feel that she walks along with me as I talk with the Grandfather Gums, Grandmother Eucalypt and ancient ancestors of the land that watch the Bush as my family walk.
the uk making this eurovision all about themselves instead of about ukraine is why they should not be allowed to host eurovision on behalf of another country ever again
Shame people didn’t noticed the background more with Vensa’s My Sisters Crown.
The hands banging against glass that has the metal mesh wire inside it. No matter how hard they hit the glass is made not to shatter. Escape becomes something out of reach.
Also the small hand that makes the sign for help with the thumb tucked inside the fist.
Its a very powerful visual message.
Bunnies!
✨ the girls 🩰
Like poppies heavy with seed, they take me deeper and deeper
A redraw of an older picture.
Blodeuwedd
I was never an owl
Not born in a woman’s body
Sunlight first knew me as a field of wild flowers
And wild I’ll always be
These wings are ill-wrought
Flight is hard and twisted
A body was never to be mine
Never was I made to walk on the earth
To the field I’ll return
When these feathers forced upon me crumble
When this heart that was never wanted
Forced unto me with chains upon it
A heart that beats and bleeds
One I was never meant to have
Once it finally stops beating
To the earth my curse will go
Will be swallowed
Buried
Eaten by dirt and soil
Rot
I will bloom again
More beautiful and wild than before
RS (Durranmi) 2022
A good lantern 🏮
A zutara WIP because I am back on my bullshit with them
An offering of rosewater made with roses tended and grown by my own hand held inside a purple oyster shell.
The offering must of been accepted as the smell of salt and sea on the wind greeted me the next day.
Katara is always fun to draw
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The beach and the waves that heard me and gave me a gift of driftwood to be fashioned and worked as the sea has told me
From my withcraft blog
I just thought I’d share the beautiful waves that I recorded on my art blog too
Katara 🌙🌊