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I was drifting away, slowly sinking into a velvety blackness until two fuzzy paws caressed my cheeks, gently lifting me from my sleep. “Good morning sleepy head” I felt a familiar warmness and peace. “Its time to wakey wakey eggs and bakey”. I rubbed my eyes and I realized I was laying on the lap of a fuzzy winged creature, but the darkness around us quickly started to unnerve me.

“Where have I been?”

“You've been napping for a very long time” they replied.

I got on my feet as they gestured in front of me. Making fast triangular motions with their paws they began opening a sliver of light that seemed to have come from a distant world, marking the outlines of two long curtains in front of them. The creature reached for the curtain and peeked into the light, but quickly stepped back and glanced my way.

And then they said in a comforting tone:

“Are You Coming?”, 2020 Acrylic on canvas

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i fixed the generator, i think :/

can you guys see this?

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Jonathan, 1970, Hans Geissendörfer

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sin título on Flickr.

Are you kerosenememes on instagram? It’s not the same username but similar aesthetic and they wrote a book called Saint Kerosene so idk?

nope thats not me !

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I had an artist feature on The Messy Heads website ! Check it out here : )

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I just found your page and it's amazing, i used to go to a meadow near my home too and i saw a lot of weird thigs, but i never saw those things ammm clearly (?) those things were hiding from me, always hiding... I don't know if your story is real (Im not trying to be rude but it's way too weird) but a part of me believes in you, because my own experience

thats interesting! maybe you live near me ? Thank you btw

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Flower Eater | 2018, Acrylic on Canvas

In the early morning I heard a distant noise of fumbling and sniffles. I followed it until I reached a hill that rose above the house and looked over the forest. The oldest Cherub I had seen, around 14 or 15 years old, was looming in the shadows, facing away from me. When I stepped closer I could see that he was stuffing mouthfuls of daisies into his mouth. I asked him, “what are you doing?” and in between sobs he replied: “I eat the pretty, I eat the good".

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