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George Elgar Hicks (1824-1914) "Buttercups" (1889) Oil on canvas

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Painting-worthy...

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 🌼🌾🌿𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉s://instagram.com/piecesofcate

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Magical and feminine. Very Manneristic but Romanticist.

sae.film

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White dress? Check.

White sandals? Check.

Blonde hair, long and straight? Check.

Pretty smile? Hmmmm... 🤔

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I would say that this post qualifies as a genuine short story. It has all the classic elements in literature, and of course it takes you on quite a journey.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us and making the internet a little bit more human.

I went to see my Aunt Sue today and cried the whole way there. I can’t imagine life without her, I can’t imagine not seeing her smiling face as she walks through the front door to one of our dinners. I can’t imagine not showing her my paintings or drawings, hearing her critiques, encouragement, and lighting up inside the same as I did when I was a little girl. She has been a light in my life for as long as I can remember and she shines because He shines through her. Her life has been lived in honor of Him and His beauty is all around her, touching the lives of all who cross her path. She is so beautiful to me, a constant tenderness to me when I’ve needed it most. Our last conversation happened last month. I called her just to hear her voice and she prayed for me. Our great God answered her prayers that day and gave me so much hope and encouragement from her wise words. Those words came from a heart that puts God first, trusts in Him. That’s the main reason why I’ve always trusted Aunt Sue. I knew who she trusted, followed, loved above all else.

She’s not my aunt by blood, but my heart doesn’t know that. She was best friends with my dad, and when the Lord called him home, Aunt Sue was a remaining part of him that I could reach out and touch, talk to about my father. She’s the oldest friend of my parents and she’s always been a staple in my life. She’s my family in the sense that she’s a part of my life, but she’s family because we are united in Christ. She’s leaving me now. This part of my family, part of me is leaving and my whole being groans with the emptiness I feel in this earthly way, but my heart knows the truth. She is going home, she is going to a place that she was made for. She is going to see the One who made her and knew her before she was ever in earthly existence. That is so agonizingly beautiful to me and I am stuck feeling sorrow and grief and loss and beauty and elation because of it. To know God, to know He loves us and to see His goodness is one thing, but to behold Him, to walk with Him, to talk with the One who saved our Soul, defeated sin and death is quite another. Aunt Sue is very close to that experience and it will never end for her. How shocking and beautiful and exciting and perfect that will be.

Today, I picked up a coat at her house. It’s a favorite of mine, a double-breasted, wool peacoat. She hemmed the sleeves for me. It’s summer now, but come fall, I will wear it and as I pull it on, I’ll remember Aunt Sue. Her laugh, her dark red, thick, shiny hair that never went grey, her kind eyes that smiled. I’ll remember her hugs that enveloped me at times when I felt alone, and her heart that reminded me I was never alone. My coat will hug me when she cannot, and I’ll go on living but remember that death is not the end. I will see Aunt Sue again. I will hug her again, and where I’m going, I’ll never have to tell her goodbye again.

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If I ever get back into oil painting, this is the kind of stuff I want to do.

“Magic Exist” by | Mauro Roberto Scalabroni

Porto Potenza Picena, Marche, Italy

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White dress, white sandals, blonde hair...

The Tuckernuck Edit: Under The Sun - Julia Berolzheimer

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Ophelia ~ 1853 ~ Arthur Hughes (English artist, 1831-1915)  

Big thanks to everyone who shared this, I found this amazing detail, there are so many color variations on this, so beautiful!

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You and @meadowdaydreams should go bowling!

You'd have a lot to talk about!

Keep climbing! Having children around can help you keep your youth.

I knew I was miserable for years but no one believed me that my marriage was ✨that✨ bad. I begged my parents to see, to hear me, to help me leave, and they told me that I couldn’t do better than my husband. I look at old pictures of myself and I looked so much older and tired. I was carrying so much. Begging a grown man to act grown. Stressing about everything because no one would help me carry it. Saying no and not being heard.

And now I’m getting a divorce and I go out to a bar and the bartender tells me I look much younger than I am. I run into old friends and they tell me I seem happy. My best friends tell me I look like me again.

I told my husband for years I felt like I was an animal in a cage. I was suffocating and lashing at the walls trying to be free.

And now I am free, and I look back and I cannot believe I stayed.

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I hate that so many of us have to learn us the hard way. Couldn't somebody have warned us?

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Oregon coast sunrise 2018

Erin Hanson, American

oil on canvas

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Looking at this just makes me feel so calm and at peace.

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You gotta go bigger! Think of your paintings as windows, not objects.

If this were 40x20, I'd be seriously tempted to buy it. With a metallic frame, it would look like a window into the depths of a pond.

20" × 10", $60 for this original acrylic pour painting. Message me if you are interested in this piece.