[klaascows]

‘Ooh, she’s pretty…’

[urbannoir]

the girl with a pomegranate (1875)

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

[pocula-blog]

[floralwaterwitch]

My only piece of rough citrine (aka heat treated amethyst) 💛 there’s so many pretty rainbows inside though, it truly reminds me of sunshine 🌞✨

[pagewoman]

[brigantias-isles]

Monk’s House Garden, Rodmell, Lewes, East Sussex, England 

Home of Virginia Woolf

[inziladun]

Walter Crane 

[chromatocloo]

Pieces of Viking pottery with traces of cat and dog paws, seen at the Musée de Normandie in Caen Castle

“So back in the day pets already ruined their owner’s artwork.” - My sis who took the photo

[tharook]

“ruined”? made better

[gabbypie64]

It’s very humanizing to imagine some poor potter in the past screaming “nnnnooooooo bad kitty” somewhere in Scandinavia

[wbicepuppy]

If it was ruined, the artisan wouldn’t have baked it.

[pumpkin-bread]

That’s… that’s a delightful point you just made.

This person chose to bake and keep their cat’s artistic contribution.

[suonko]

Merritt Anna Lea - Eve /detail/

[latenighton]

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

[midnightinthemagicmicagarden]

Glorious Before Dawn

Watercolor on Black Paper

2019, 11"x 14"

Blue Morning Glories, Ipomoea

[iguanamouth]

look at what youve done - the flowers as hearts youve opened

[cottaegecore]

oh, to be able to walk out of a cottage shed and see a friend

[detailedart]

Details #1 : Ione, between ca. 1893-1900, by John William Godward.

[cottagelf]

Mentally, I’m here

[7awra]

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | clangart

[bohemiaerose-blog]

“She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Selected Cronicas: The Egg And The Chicken