Amazing underwater paintings from Florida based painter Isabel Emrich at http://www.isabelemrich.com/ "Salty Lips", oil on canvas, 48 x 72", 2016, © Isabel Emrich
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Amazing underwater paintings from Florida based painter Isabel Emrich at http://www.isabelemrich.com/ "Salty Lips", oil on canvas, 48 x 72", 2016, © Isabel Emrich
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings
I probably did this wrong, and sorry for not putting a selfie in there @marsshmelovin, but honestly I am part ocean (I sea swim a lot) so you can take that as the selfie bit. ;) It’s inspired by all the photographs he has of himself by the sea - either in Odessa, or Portugal during ESC.
Also, I feel like he kind of embodies the phrase “A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.” He’s passionate and persistent and has overcome a lot to get where he is, so yeah. I think sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s only 21! <3
In doing this I had a few ideas for others too, so I may post again. Thanks for tagging me in the challenge! x
They won't give a damn if the shit hits the fan. Oh people ain't got no shame. Oh, oh, oh salty lips telling lies.
Salty Lips - Sahara Hotnights
[ still can’t get over the new offering. ]
Stolen laughter
Wait for the rain That comes to sweep Your feet from their slumber. Maybe it will take you somewhere new Far from the deep. Perhaps it will pull you under. Under the waves That crash against your unseeing eyes Only to settle on your lips. Taste their salt And bathe in their lies Until someone’s blood drips.
Listen for the wind, boy, That howls in your ears And awakens your soul with a whisper. Follow its course As it sings through the years Wild like a river. Let memories flow Of your lovers laugh Before yours was stolen. Weep now in reminiscence And for a heart split in half By the woman you thought golden.
Salty lips,
Tastes the satisfaction of become not a free’d pirate,
But the depressing manner of an enslaved Gentleman.
Salty lips and a salty tongue can’t save your careless eyes.
thepallidmischief
I like your country's history...