Elena Wuest (Kazakhstan/German b.1977), Lost in a Dream, 2026, Oil on canvas
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Elena Wuest (Kazakhstan/German b.1977), Lost in a Dream, 2026, Oil on canvas
Went to the river today. I should call him….
Cornwall out here putting the beast in Wet Beast Wednesday
Viktor Lyapkalo Artwork: 'Blowing bubbles' & 'Evening' Painted 9 years apart.
Same woman
this is the sweetes, purest, most adorable thing i’ve ever seen
I played this while my cats were sitting next to me and they both immediately snuggled in harder and it was so pure
This has the same energy of that video of that woman yodeling an old traditional herding yodel to make the cows come to her
Woman who grew up on a dairy farm here. Cows LOVE music. When I was first learning to play flute, my mom would tell me to go practice in the barn so the cows could listen ( and also probably because she didn’t want to hear Hot Cross Buns for the 900th time). I would stand in the hay loft overlooking the main corral and they would all gather around and stare at me and swish their tails.
A little relaxation, Brooks Falls, Alaska @achdiefranzi
Oh lawd he floatin
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.
// Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
Francine Van Hove (1942-2025) — The Sphinxes and the Dictionary [oil on canvas, 1985]
A once-in-a-lifetime shot — the moon perfectly framed by a rainbow. Caught at just the right time. 🌈 🌕
Young Woman With Sword by Jules-Élie Delaunay (1828-1891)
Wait I just realized I have a sword i can be top less with a sword rn if I wish to be
The Knight of the Flowers (1894)
— by Georges Rochegrosse
i think anne magills paintings and Edward hoppers are like .. exact opposites. hoppers has the distinct clarity to it, a sharpness in the lines and the angles that contributes to an overwhelming sense of loneliness in almost every one of his paintings. even in his paintings that dont portray isolation there is a feeling of separation
loneliness vs. aloneness
magill, on the other hand, has this haziness to her paintings that emanates a warmth even when the subjects in her paintings are alone.
both paintings feel so comforting, and even in the second one where the girl is alone she is still in the presence of the visceral world around her - there’s a familiarity in magills painting that she captures nicely.
i guess i just think it’s interesting because hopper and magill are two of my favorite artists and they paint similar scenes with very different tones -
I’ve always thought that hoppers paintings are a snapshot of urban loneliness - the distinctness of it, the use of cool colors, the stark contrast between the people and their settings - whereas magills paintings seem almost like memories - their use of haziness and blurriness is exactly how someone wild remember something, indistinct, full of feeling and lacking detail
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hi here’s a cool bird I betcha didn’t know existed, ✨the wallcreeper✨
it literally looks like a monarch butterfly it’s so cute
Spent tonight at a local short film festival. One of the shorts was made by two 12 year olds in their backyard and it was the best short of the entire night
“Hello I’m Officer Goodguy”
“I didn’t kill him!”
“I wasn’t going to ask if you killed somebody”
“Oh, sorry”
“Did you kill somebody?”
“Oh yeah”
“I’m gonna have to take a look around”
“Okayyy but you’re not gonna like it”
*opens door, reveals room full of badly keyed in fire and high pitched screaming, closes door*
“Well?”
“I didn’t like it”
It won the audience choice award, obviously