vagativus.

"Misery loves company.”

[1i1ium-cand1dum]

Ophelia (Detail), 1854 - Georges Roussin

[poinelamiai]

Justice and Divine Vengeance Pursuing Crime

[klassizismus]

Detail: Bouquet of Flowers in a Vase, Maria van Oosterwijck, c. 1670

[niltutgut]

© Peter Schillinger

MOON IN JUNE  6月の月

[sodisnanee-deactivated20211216]

Karel Hajek

[ochyming-deactivated20220410]

Najia Mehadji    

Maroc/France, née en 1950

Mystic Dance (Rouge sur noir), mars 2012  

gouache sur papier 50 x 50 cm. |19 3⁄4 x 19 3⁄4 in.

[nemfrog]

“Typical diffraction pattern of a polycrystalline specimen.” Thin Films. 1971. 

[thunderstruck9]

Daniel Anselmi, Untitled 12-14, 2019. Painted paper collage on panel, 20 x 20 in.

[clawmarks]

Good-night stories - Clara Ingram Judson - 1916 - via Internet Archive

[1five1two]

'The light shineth in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not'. Evelyn De Morgan. 1855-1919.

[jackvanzet]

https://www.instagram.com/jackvanzet/

[asikicollection]

@asikicollection  In no time at all …

[collagistiquementparlant]

“take me home“ 2020 Miriam Tölke (DE, b° 1977) https://www.instagram.com/mir._art/

[nemfrog]

Spiral maze used in psychological testing. Psychological monographs. 1910.

Internet Archive

[meliae-deactivated20231007]

Two Followers of Cadmus devoured by a Dragon 1588 (detail)

Cornelis van Haarlem (1562 - 1638)

[playburo]

VINTAGE FLAT WEAVE RUG

22623HM

9’ 7’’ x 13’ 0’’

https://www.mattcamron.com/vintage-kilims/product/vintage-flat-weave-rug/22623HM

[denisforkas]

Dream of Parasitic Grove, 2020

Acrylics on waxed paper, 25x16 cm

I find myself prostrate upon tree roots in a small misty copse. I crawl about and discover that the trees grow from winged bodies piled up like a mass grave. Yet this is not a grave – the angels moan and shuffle in their troubled sleep. The roots reduce limbs, heads and sometimes entire bodies to viscous pitch while miraculously keeping their hosts alive. Only the wings are untouched by the hungry trees – they seem to defy this tableau of decay. Soon a strange itch draws my attention to my own body - and I somehow see it from a distance – terminal parts being liquefied, the body softly plunging into the living pattern of wings. I quickly put some tar into my mouth and enter the angels’ dream, which triggers a rough awakening full of evil doubt…