gunpowder sings

all that you love will be carried away

[oozins]

NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE

[teppyart]

continuation of the chart - mushroom dreams :3

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Scopophobia, photoshop illustration by Laura Sabatelli

[miamaimania]

“It Happens Again” ⟲ Loose lines echo across sketchbook spreads

[deadsignaltv]

[unorcadox]

(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)

[letheyim]

[killyridols]

perfume by samuel richardson, 2024, acrylic, colored pencil, ink, pull chain, & stain on framed canvas, 14.25 × 17.25 inches

[bloodruinsfilm]

car wrecks from the collection of rusty herlocher

[jamieflemingsimpson]

Is This a Memory or a Dream?, 2020

[kyotoprotocols]

[delicatethunders]

[hahshbsdisksnjsjsjebsdeactivated]

[teeth--rot]

[jaded-but-softening]

[cithaerons]

Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion. So he painted red over red over red. Behind the colour he was looking for light. In 1942 he painted The Sacrifice of Iphigenia, where Iphigenia is not a girl, but a black pine already resined in grief. Above her the amnesia of light, an umber sky, shadows spilling white, the only motion the white hands of the wind. The story of Iphigenia was never about the girl, but the men who called for the blood of a girl knowing that the winds would one day change. The forest charred, the air stilled, deranged, and the truth beneath it all is fear, was always fear, the open grave, the charcoal line, the dead growing out of the living like lichen, the pine a blood-eyed child, the pyres loose stones and living rooms. Dress it up in the white hands of the wind. Call it need. Call it necessity. Rothko wanted to paint basic human emotion so looked behind the light and found blood rushing to no end and no knowledge of end.

Ollie Cowley, Rothko / On Fear

[redlipstickresurrected]

GordiArt aka Maksym Gordiyenko (Ukrainian, b. Kyiv, Ukraine, based Mississauga, ON, Canada) - How I Feel the Sunlight in Summer, Digital Art