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alicexz:

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
Cleaned up a WIP of War from earlier but it’s still pretty messy. Eventually I’ll do the rest of the Apocalyptic Horsepeople, oooor the universe will give me a Good Omens movie/show!!!

alicexz:

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

Cleaned up a WIP of War from earlier but it’s still pretty messy. Eventually I’ll do the rest of the Apocalyptic Horsepeople, oooor the universe will give me a Good Omens movie/show!!!




therhumboogie:

By Jeremy Miranda, each of these beautifully done paintings has such a dreamy sense of layers, and worlds within worlds. The thread connecting each piece, using ladders, really is a sharp focus for the work linking different dimensions to one another, mesmerising stuff. 




tylerknott:

Stand stilland learnfrom thestruggles,the neglectedheart.-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Stand still
and learn
from the
struggles,
the neglected
heart.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-




artchipel:

Sung Jin Kim (b.1973, Korea) - A Short Break / The Lip. Oil on canvas (2010)

The talented Korean artist Sung Jin Kim has an exquisite obsession: his photorealistic painting focuses primarily on the female lips. The incredible precision in his painting seems to capture the pure sensuality, leaving often the viewers speechless.

[more Sung Jin Kim | artist found at atavus]



#art

tylerknott:

Do not worry, it is back to where you came.  You will wrinkle, you will curl and wither and you will lose the shine you hold right now.  You will brown and crumble and stutter into the soil beneath you.  It is here, it has always been here, that the magic comes.  The magic that we begin again.
The Slow Dying of Autumn Leaves (by TylerKnott)

tylerknott:

Do not worry, it is back to where you came.  You will wrinkle, you will curl and wither and you will lose the shine you hold right now.  You will brown and crumble and stutter into the soil beneath you.  It is here, it has always been here, that the magic comes.  The magic that we begin again.

The Slow Dying of Autumn Leaves (by TylerKnott)