Sky;

“unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.” - Charles Bukowski

[the-timony-souler]

An Ode to Holiness, Maybe

It's 5am again and didnt that used to feel like most beautiful time to be awake

I thought this would be a love letter to those spiritual moments that can exist only before dawn breaks the illusion

But no matter where I end up I'm always homesick for the place I was before

Homesick for places that were never even home in the first place

And I feel a longing for nowhere that's somewhere that's slowly killing me

And these spiritual moments are nothing close to holy anymore

The stars don't seem to shine quite like they do over a cold loch on a moonless night

Or hide behind the lights of cities that are as loud as I wish I could be

I took a walk down memory lane today and as I rattled off fun little facts I conveniently edited out the traumas that they exist in

I survived all of that though I was convinced I wouldn't make it very far

It's hard to envision living longer than the hell you're in could exist

But then somehow you do and no one ever tells you how

And I should have gone to bed hours ago when my eyelids were heavy and my head was almost empty

But making a chain felt like the most important thing to do because when I've burned all the bridges

All I can do is tie new threads and hope they won't end up soaked in tears that burn wilder than I could ever hope to be

When did 5am become loneliness instead of love

And when did I forget that I am holy

That I am body and blood

That I am the sins of all those who came before me

That I am marked for greatness for all suffering comes with ease and carrying this burden is my ticket to heaven

Lying to myself has become the only truth I know these days but I'm too tired to try and

The coming of dawn does nothing but curse me with another day that I do not want and

I suppose that this has become a love letter

To all the things I have forgotten to remember

[esuemmanuel]

No one is here to stay, not even those who are. Permanence is an illusion. Eternity does not belong to us. We are human and, therefore, ephemeral and impermanent.

Nadie está para quedarse, ni siquiera quien está. La permanencia es una ilusión. La eternidad no nos pertenece. Somos humanos y, por ello, efímeros e impermanentes.

[skyskypolar]

I need to get rid of this attachment I have to the life I thought I’d have we’d have.

[skyskypolar]

Deja vu

[thenazartonomyblog-blog]

“Reflection”

[thewondermentofillustration]

Peder Mørk Mønsted - Heather-covered hills by the lakes near Silkeborgh , 1907, oil on canvas Peder Mørk Mønsted (1859 - 1941) was a Danish landscape painter. His paintings often depict forests, waterways and rural Danish Life. Mønsted painted with accurate detail and colour. He was skilled in depicting sunlight in natural settings.

[shear-in-spuh-rey-shuhn-deactiv]

FRANK TENNEY JOHNSON Wyoming Landscape Oil on Canvas 18″ x 24″

[ahedderick]

[ID: Oil painting of an ice-covered creek with snowy banks in a forest. The sun is casting shadows toward the viewer.]

[ID: A close-up painting of a semi-frozen stream. The banks are snowy and there are little ice “sculptures” on every rock and stick in the stream where the water splashed and froze.]

[ID: A landscape oil painting from the winter solstice. There are rolling hills and ridges, mostly forested, and some areas of pasture. In the distance is a little house nestled in the valley. Most of the ground is bare but there is a hint of snow some places.]

Happy solstice and Yule everyone! I love the thought that the days are going to start getting longer again. It helps a little bit, when I’m slogging outside in mud, snow, or frozen ruts, to feel like the winter days are counting down and spring is advancing one day at a time. When I was a kid winter felt ETERNAL. Time goes by much more quickly when you’re older - which is a mixed blessing. I’ve noticed that summery paintings sell better than winter ones. I’d love to paint a double-sided painting some day showing the same scene in summer and winter so whoever bought it could flip it over when the season changed. Maybe someday! 

[shear-in-spuh-rey-shuhn-deactiv]

THOMAS HILL The Grand Canyon Of The Yellowstone Oil on Canvas 66″ x 92″

[theartistsmanifesto]

Forge Valley, Hackness, near Scarborough by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1879).

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (11/15/21) Konstantin Kryzhitsky (Ukrainian, 1858-1911) Woodland Landscape (c. 1898) Oil on canvas, 90 x 143 cm. Private Collection

Kryzhitsky was famed for his monumental landscapes which drew together the varied lands, dramatic skies and expansive vistas of Russia, Scandinavia and the Baltics. The rolling hills and rich, impenetrable woodland depicted in the this painting are nevertheless reminiscent of the lush environs of Zvenigorod, a fashionable town just outside Moscow. It is worth pointing out the faint outlines of domes and towers dotted along the skyline, pentimenti from an earlier composition underneath which bear a strong resemblance to 19th century views of the Volga town of Yurevets. The tree-stumps which can be seen in the foreground of the composition serve as a reminder of the limited impact of human interference on this magnificently impenetrable and never-ending forest.

More of this artist’s work appears in this MWW gallery/album: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3195416347230379&type=3

[aic-european]

Souvenir of the Environs of Lake Nemi, Jean Baptiste Camille Corot, 1865, Art Institute of Chicago: European Painting and Sculpture

Camille Corot returned to Paris in 1843 from the last of three trips to Italy, but the Italian countryside continued to dominate his art. While the Realists painted peasants and scenes of rural life, the elderly Corot preferred landscapes, with which he could convey a timeless, classical past. Although this picture represents a famous hillside lake in northern Italy, Corot transformed the topography into a personal, bucolic reminiscence (souvenir) through his use of silvery grays and intense deep greens. Bequest of Florence S. McCormick Size: 98.4 × 134.3 cm (38 ¾ × 52 7/8 in.) Medium: Oil on canvas

https://www.artic.edu/artworks/59002/

[aqua-regia009]

The Storm, 2019 - oil on canvas. — Karl Wennergren (Swedish, b.1991)

https://www.karlwennergren.com/

[bohemiansthings]

Phantom River

[1i1ium-cand1dum]

River Landscape, oil on canvas. — Jacob Verreyt (Belgian, 1807-1872)

[elixir]

The Corpses of the De Witt Brothers Jan de Baen — 1675

[1i1ium-cand1dum]

Morning Fog, 1909 - oil on canvas. ― Józef Rapacki (Polish, 1871-1929)

[aqua-regia009]

Karl Wennergren (Swedish, b.1991)

https://www.karlwennergren.com/