Mo catches up with new artist Sunkissed Child who is originally from Lebanon by way of Leeds
https://www.primaverasound.com/en/radio/shows/selector-radio/selector-radio-mo-ayoub-sunkissed-child-jacinta-ceeow
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Mo catches up with new artist Sunkissed Child who is originally from Lebanon by way of Leeds
https://www.primaverasound.com/en/radio/shows/selector-radio/selector-radio-mo-ayoub-sunkissed-child-jacinta-ceeow
The Painter🎨 and the Florist💐
I had a dream not too long ago, where I was stood in a field and watched. It looked like the sun had come out of the sky and onto the path. There was still light in the sky though. He took the form of a man with golden mid length hair like this:
He was in modern attire that consisted of a light grey t-shirt, black ripped jeans that were embroidered with a sun that was wearing a laurel reef crown with some intricate patterns trailing down into the stitching on the side of his right thigh and as he turned around to back me, a crescent moon with little stars and hearts on the left back pocket and a pair of silver and gold metalic nike air max 270 react. It looked like he was looking for something. It was then he turned to notice me and smiled. Being polite I waved and didn't say anything though.
He approached me and asked me what I was doing in a open field on my own and I sorta told him that I needed space go be alone or something like that and then he told me to follow him. The scene changed to a multi-coloured rose field but we stood in the pink section on a path facing a cute baby blue house that had double cherry coral painted doors with flower reefs.
❝ Do you know who owns these fields of roses? ❞ the golden haired male question and I simply shook my head. He nodded and turned away from the house and walked down the path as I followed where there was an easel with a blank canvas waiting to be used with a palette of paints and brushes and a cup of water holding some tissues from dancing in the light breeze. It was so low to the ground. I watched him sit on the dusty earth, so I asked if he's like me to go in and fetch a small stool for him to sit in to which he replied: ❝ I prefer to be close to and feel the environment of what inspires my urges. It helps work more efficiently. ❞
So I sat beside him and watch, he painted like he was making the brushes dance on the canvas with colours to bring it to life. It felt like, in a blink if an eye, she was finished with his masterpiece that look exactly like this:
The only difference is that, in the top right corner, in white he painted a small lyre and sighed the word: Apollo. ❝ Take it...go back to the house and give it to the one that answers the door. You say you need space but really what you need is company. I'm afraid I can't stay any longer but Aphrodite wishes to spend time with you, she hears your sorrow and foul thoughts that make you cry. Let her kiss your tears dry and when you miss me, the sun is a sign that I am always with you. When you laugh, Hermes laughs with you, winged and lighthearted, let him carry your wishes and lessen your burden. We're all here, we always have been even when you never noticed our presence. ❞
I thanked him for his kind words that sounded like a poem read with a melodic rhythm and with that he returned to the sky and I took the painting like I was told, went down to the house and knocked, awaiting a response. A woman with light tanned skin, and very prominent feature, the closest reference being:
But her eyes were a bit more brown. She graced me with a smile as I greeted her and offered the photo from Apollo. She thanked me and beckoned me inside. ❝ Whenever you see a rose, let it be a reminder to you of my presence. You can be sorrowful but don't let it linger and control you. ❞ Her soft hands cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead before she enveloped me on a warm motherly embrace, holding my form close to hers. ❝ Storms aren't everlasting, be strong. When you panic in deep waters with, you'll drown. Rely on those around you and call on us, we always have time for you. ❞
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I felt like sharing this because a day after that dream, my mother bouquets of red, white and pink roses and I keep seeing things that remind me of Apollo, also, the sun's been out quite a lot. Then as I was looking through photos to make an aesthetic wallpaper for someone today and I found this picture:
The one that Apollo painted for Aphrodite without his signing obviously. I'm just in awe at how they really make me feel so loved.
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P.s. sorry, I'm reposting thung because Tumblr messed up the layout And I only just realised 😔
Áine, celtic goddess of summer, wealth and love wallpaper for @the-faeryqueen
sorry 、 I haven't been here for a while so I have this hehe
HERE'S SOME DRAWINGS OF MY DEITIES THAT I DREW!!!
Aphrodite says smile 、today's a wonderful day ☺︎︎❤︎
wallpaper for @decepticon-aesthetic so sorry for the long wait !!!
Athena and Hera aestheticsss