#Kim Jakobsson

[pankurios-templeovarts]

Pandemonium by Kim Jakobsson.

[artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc]

Kim Jakobsson, Harbinger Oil painting

Many thanks to @amourduloup to sending me this artist!

https://kimjakobssonart.com/

[sunstrace]

The wolf and the lamb, the killer + the sound. — aise & joon.

1. soul eom, kiss, hug and die  //  2. ashley blanton, arteries //  3. theskeletonprior // 4. unknown // 5. ethel cain, strangers // 6. fatimah asghar, how’d your parents die again? // 7. angelica alzona, intimacy // 8. lauren collis, let me rest in peace // 9. unknown // 10. luna lu, anatomy of a hug // 11. ethel cain, dog days // 12. unknown // 13. kim jakobsson, i won't become // 14. ethel cain, strangers // 15. unknown // 16. ethel cain, strangers // 17. unknown

[the-art-of-art-details]

At the Gates of Dis by Kim Jakobsson

[asoftepiloguemylove]

GO AHEAD AND CRY LITTLE GIRL

Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong / Kim Jakobsson I Won't Become / The Neighbourhood Daddy Issues / Sarah Kay Hand Me Downs / @/manuhamu (twitter) or @/mi_na_ha_mu (instagram) / The Front Bottoms Father / The Neighbourhood Daddy Issues (Remix)

[ancient-hoe]

Art by Kim Jakobsson.

[angstkater]

Lauren Camp, from Upon Taking the Universe One Thing at a Time, Image Journal // Rachel Mckibbens, from "Shiv", Women of Resistance: Poems for a New Feminism // Anne Carson, tr. of Euripides’ Hippolytos. from “Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides” // painting by Kim Jakobsson titled "I Won't Become" // Rachel Mckibbens, from "three strikes", blud

[sandmandaddy69]

Kim Jakobsson

[thethreedeadkings]

[I won't become by Kim Jakobsson]

[sesiondemadrugada]

Kim Jakobsson.

[magnetar1]

Villus has never seen so many stars.  Only Cassie with her ailing madness wallowed in such brilliance.  Hers was but a glimpse to warp his precognition, lifetimes in sorrow he has spent.  Here, where his blade was forged, dipped in a mercurial bath of virulence and starseed.  

She is not here to nullify his pain or climb atop his rancid pole as they become swallowed by expanding horizons.  Nor is the one who gave birth to him in the desert: who saw a perfect opportunity to ensure its immortality.  ALL is in a heap at the bottom of the stairs as the cesspool of grief-rot and fetidness rises to envelope its ruined carriage.  

Blighted by the transient axiom once confused for a symbol with nothing behind it but this intoxicating view of breathing recesses and reclusive strength.  Eyes unclouded by frugality or an excessive capacity for acknowledgment, detached completely from that ghostly filigree of awakening proponents of law. 

Artwork by Kim Jakobsson

[artthatremindsmeofhannibalnbc]

Kim Jakobsson, Passing Oxygen Oil on linen

Many thanks to @amourduloup to sending me this artist!

[oprimeiroafonso]

I Won't Become (Não me Tornarei) - arte de Kim Jakobsson

[blech-enjoyer-406]

Always loved this picture. First saw it from Eric Larocca's "things have gotten worse since we last spoke"- a fucked up piece utilised for a fucked up piece of lit. Something about how nightmarish and atmospheric it is. The contrast between the blue and orange, the orange and red, the red and blue. The black. The texture of it.

This painting is phenomenal, I could stare at it for days. Probably wouldn't be well afterwards but I could do it

[too-much-imagination]

At the Gates of Dis (Oils)

Kim Jakobsson

[lolajames]

Kim Jakobsson, Pandemonium