#ArtForTheSoul

[inspirehorizon]

Golden Echoes on the Horizon

[bemquerido]

White Iris No. 7, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1957

Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid, Spain

[studiokatiedesign]

‘Dusk at the Harbour’ oil on canvas 55cm x 40cm.

[thunderbirdbrain]

I'm reminded today that self-imposed limitations when it comes to art-making are exhausting. Bad art happens in preparation for great art, and honestly, even some of the worst pieces can still have a spark the next time you come around to them! I need to remember that there's joy in the building up and not just in the polishing stage, and it's okay to let yourself run wild at any stage of creating something new <3

[artlada1]

your last breath in reality, and I death shall take you to the other side.

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

Your siren song, so beautiful and sweet, it calls to me like the grass to my feet. But to my ears and to my eyes but my longing for it is only bitter sweet

I try to swim, I would fly if I had wings, but if I did , you would only call to me to get me there you wouldn't fly with me or let us go anywhere.

I long for the sky but if I was I would only see you call to others the bigger picture is its not just me.

Your song so sweet , deeper then the sea and your eyes of blue turn dark and far, as the waves come up and crash into me.

The rocks so sharp, they slice into me. I cling to life as the waves slam into me.

I cry for help but the song catches my ears, oh there you are my sweet sweet dear. I reach for you as you reach back, but your not here or there, you disappear.

You are the waves, the rocks, the song, the wind beneath my wings that you try to steal.

You don't want me free but you won't fly with me. You sing your song and call me close with one last breath I get in close. One last jump just one last flight I get to you just as the last dying light.

I get to you and your hand out stretched but not to me, but to unthread the seams. To pluck the feathers as I let out a scream, you sing to me as I fall from grace but I see your face in everything.

It makes me smile, and again you make me stay a while, so we not love the sea, the ocean so grand?

The waves the sea, it's beauty grand, it contains so many things and gives you hope, where will I go what will I see, aquatic life and animals, the fish are free.

But they cannot hear, they cannot see, only what's in front of them, they do not pretend to be something they will nevrer be. Only what they are, not what they want to be, they only are what they will always be.

Just like the fisherman in his boat, he cast a net and bring it in, the fish he caught will feed his home. They will only be, what they will always be.

A meal to eat caught in his net, free is what they cease to be, because the net, is what they did not see.

A wave crashes down as the seas turn dark, you thought you had enough time, to get home, the sailor turns and sees he's all alone, where was his friend, who had to steer the boat?

But he did not see his hand go under the deep deep sea. He searches round, but his friend has already drown, his lungs were filled and his mouth could cry no words, but he hears the words of sirens song. it's beauty cries as he goes down, he does not fight and the ocean leaves no mark.

No bruise no scratch , nothing to cut him down, just overwhelming waves always crashing crashing down.

The sea has no pity, no emotion you see. You can not blame it, it's what it will always be. You knew this before and in the future it will still be, but sailors will not stop, fishing it's sea.

They sing it songs and praise it's beauty, one by one they drown, in its fury relentlessly.

The siren song, could never be so wrong. We hear it's words and we've heard the myths, if you hear this thing, close your eyes and stuff your ears. You tie yourself down, and you never look, it only wants to sink your boat.

It feeds on you, like the ocean round, the rocks for land you think they're hope, you see an island you leap from the boat, you think your safe, you think there's hope.

You make it down and you look around, you try to stand, but the waves crash down.

There is no land, there is only sea, and it only wants to set you free. The siren smiles as you swim to it, there is no land, and so you drown. The siren smiles, as it calls to another. And he will drown, and so will the others.

[cryptograndeenews]

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[georgedrake911]

[star-dustly]

Enchanting poster 💐

the poster for the "elixirs of the crescent shallows". ♡

i genuinly do not remember how i got to the point of this poster but it's one of my favorite pieces i made for this whole project (and thats a lot so...) 🥺

[olibana]

And she was lift II

Not knowing is the difficult art of overcoming limits,a flame that ignites the prison of the wounded body.To live as one creates: and in that gesture,to leave behind the barren land of the past,like the woman who, freed,opens her hands to the sky,to surrender her soul to the wind. Imagination builds its invisible garden,where butterflies are bornfrom silent bonds, united by glances,and a white…

[inspirehorizon]

Through snowy trails where silence stays, art warms the heart on winter's days

[bemquerido]

Georgia O'Keeffe

[bddigitalhost]

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[royhalls]

Thorns and Tenderness 🌹

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[imahicaart]

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