wavy maplet butterfly (chersonesia rahria) | source
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late night drawing !!! I hear some people would like… shrimp print options (shop won’t be back for a while, we’re just designing new things in the downtime 🦐)
[illustration of three neocaridina shrimp on a moss ball, along with three leaves and a mystery snail. The art is lightly textured. The color palette is warm]
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Chore Scorpion: I come from the toughest meanest place you can imagine. I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but It seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.
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Indonesian fiber artist Mulyana has taken over the Fisher Museum of Art with colorful, hand-knitted and crocheted aquatic life.
With the duality of life and death as a recurring theme, Mulyana crafts a tactile, mystical world in which fish, whales, and coral reefs coexist with sea monsters and slow states of decay.
Read Renée Reizman’s review of Mulyana: Modular Utopia.
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Ceramic beetles by Ross DeWayne Campbell
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I made a little guy
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Update: his name is Scorching Ray and he has a sister named Burning Gaze!
See the family:
The Dragon Garden
Scorching Ray | Burning Gaze | Calm Air | Dancing Lights (soon) | Tireless Pursuit (soon) | ???
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striped blue crow (euploea mulciber) | source
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male euthalia adonia | source
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Heather Brooks • smallwoodlandthings
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[wip] come closer i am a normal ghost made of blood and deer antler velvet
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I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)
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Karagöz Mavisi / Glaucopsyche alexis
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Could we have a granola eating some granola :]?
she's in her daria arc
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