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Blog of images I take, images I make and all the ones I love too!

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Motion

From the "Encoded Universe" series.

Acrylic paint on canvas, 70x70 cm. Created in 2026

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Crocheted Leaf Sculptures by Susanna Bauer

To truly appreciate the delicacy of Susanna Bauer‘s leaf sculptures, think of crunching a dead leaf in your hand, how it disintegrates into dust with the slightest effort. To work with dry and fragile leaves as a medium for crochet seems nearly impossible, but Susanna somehow manages it with ease, turning leaves into cubes, tunnels, and geometric patterns with techniques that might be more appropriate for the durability of leatherwork. She lives and works in Cornwall, England. You can see more on her website and Facebook. 

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Glowing Cali coast

connikoscina

[farewell-to-lorien]

As a Little Girl I Always Dreamed of Collaborating in Google Docs

Sorry if I’ve been acting weird the last few decades It’s just that I was born to dilly-dally but I’ve been forced to hurry-scurry I was made to trade seashells for blueberries poppies for pine cones stories for songs while everyone I love sits around the same fire But instead, here I am with the entire world in my pocket— waiting for more news to break us hoping your email never finds me

Lyndsay Rush

[weepingwidar]

Pan Inkhoo (Japanese, 1998) - You and Me (2025)

[pinesented]

Live, Please

May 22nd 2025, with addition on May 26 2025

And everything is too much So I want to run and hide I want it to all go away And if death is the only release Then death it shall be, but

The lady at the shop remembered that I like mugwort mochi And the sunset over the sea was the prettiest pink And there's a man on the beach who checks on the stone curlews every single day And I can be sad And I can be okay And I can cry

And I can live, please Because yeah it might not but, it also might be. And that might, the tiniest eek Surely that is worth something at least? And even if that something is just ten more minutes of ALIVE

Then take it. Let the greed eat your grabbing hands like caustic acid and TAKE IT. Hold it tight 'till the reaction fizzles away, god please just live It sucks and I'm sorry

But it scares me and the thought of never seeing you again? Another sunset, another puddle, another smile, another bad joke you'll laugh at anyway? Fuck me I want it all- like a kid before Christmas with a list so long there can only be disappointed come the day So live. Please. Even when you feel that impending sense of doom, like the world is suddenly crushing you like a pressurized can in space- both exploding in a hot violent force and imploding into a million different ice crystals. Live like a kid playing a game of tag, with the fevor of them as they run desperate and wild away from the sticky fingers of 'it' Live so that I can hate you, me, we, us, I, one more time Live so that I can feel the inward crush of my bones and the horrible horrible feeling that make me want, crave, need, escape so badly again. let me feel the phantom pain sharp and unforgettable in my arms once more- so bad that I want nothing more then to have the whole limb removed. Live so that I can feel sorry for getting on my hands and knees and begging you to do so. Live so my mindless bargaining is worth it's two cents and you can see my lies all through Live. Live,

please.

[pinesented]

RAMBLES ABOUND!

So this bit of prose, poetry, mindless rambling, whatever you may call it, sort of summarises the overall 'vibe' I had for 2025

For a lot of my life I.. romanticized, not quite the right word but I found the escape from life that death offered alluring. There is something appealing about the peacefulness and return to the cycle it offers but mostly the escape. The change in circumstances, the freedom.

This year I found that's changed a lot for me. It's hard to explain the tumultious feeling that has been left in the wake of the previous allure. Scared isn't quite right, perhaps foreboding? It sits in my chest and squeezes my heart, wrapped around like a coat of plaster.

It feels... Conceited? Selfish? Ignorant? To say I have been around a lot of death for my age, because statistically that's fucking untrue, but I think in my soft little world it weighs more than I thought it would. And each time I see it I am pulled back into when you were alive and the weight of both your life and your death sit on my shoulders.

Have I finally opened my eyes to very little loss or death that has happened around me?

Ramble ramble

This is all to say that the kid staring out windows and wondering how high it'd need to be to stick, has gotten a little more scared of heights.

[pinesented]

Live, Please

May 22nd 2025, with addition on May 26 2025

And everything is too much So I want to run and hide I want it to all go away And if death is the only release Then death it shall be, but

The lady at the shop remembered that I like mugwort mochi And the sunset over the sea was the prettiest pink And there's a man on the beach who checks on the stone curlews every single day And I can be sad And I can be okay And I can cry

And I can live, please Because yeah it might not but, it also might be. And that might, the tiniest eek Surely that is worth something at least? And even if that something is just ten more minutes of ALIVE

Then take it. Let the greed eat your grabbing hands like caustic acid and TAKE IT. Hold it tight 'till the reaction fizzles away, god please just live It sucks and I'm sorry

But it scares me and the thought of never seeing you again? Another sunset, another puddle, another smile, another bad joke you'll laugh at anyway? Fuck me I want it all- like a kid before Christmas with a list so long there can only be disappointed come the day So live. Please. Even when you feel that impending sense of doom, like the world is suddenly crushing you like a pressurized can in space- both exploding in a hot violent force and imploding into a million different ice crystals. Live like a kid playing a game of tag, with the fevor of them as they run desperate and wild away from the sticky fingers of 'it' Live so that I can hate you, me, we, us, I, one more time Live so that I can feel the inward crush of my bones and the horrible horrible feeling that make me want, crave, need, escape so badly again. let me feel the phantom pain sharp and unforgettable in my arms once more- so bad that I want nothing more then to have the whole limb removed. Live so that I can feel sorry for getting on my hands and knees and begging you to do so. Live so my mindless bargaining is worth it's two cents and you can see my lies all through Live. Live,

please.

[urgetocreate]

Timothy Barr (American b.1957), Evening Glow, 2024, Oil on panel

[hineinihineini-moving]

October by Mary Oliver

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fungi

[bcnmar]

Phyllis Shafer

[urgetocreate]

Phyllis Shafer, Murmur in the Trees, 2022, Gouache on paper

[kaytheheartist]

There’s Some Racism Stuck In Your LGBTeeth Digital Zine!

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[dasenergi]

[spaceagecats]

Yotsubaaa 🍀💚🌻

Wanted to mess around with doing something in a more collage-y style, it was fun!!

[xphaiea]

bark beetle patterns