#artists and their muses

[diioonysus]

artists and their muses

elizabeth siddal (1829-1862) ophelia (1852) by john everett millais

[saltybreads]

so we’ve all heard of the artist and the muse but you guys. the artists who are each other’s muses.

[chaoticmiserablelover]

Stop right now. I am so miserable about Robert and Vince from Sirens and Muses by Antonia Angress.

The fact that Vince was the reason he became a well-known artist or artist at all. The fact that he blames himself for his death. I am sobbing.

[pinkravat-art]

messy gomen

[psykopaths]

Art requires a Muse

[chlobody]

the fog pulls you in [ shot by @ohseephotography ]

[kimeoshi]

[clanborn]

locked out of heaven

based on The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel

[atompalace-official]

[cinemamind]

There was a time when I considered developing a Dracula/Winnie the Pooh story (with Sherlock Holmes and Van Helsing, too).

It would have been about Dracula acquiring land in the Hundred Acre Woods, with Pooh and Piglet being stand-ins for Renfield and Jonathan.

(Also, Dracula would have used honey barrels and bees to move his body across continents.)

Tho, now that Steamboat Rodent is in the public domain, I can't help but imagine how perfect he would be as captain of the Demeter.

╭( ๐_๐)╮

(If you don't want to see a dead Captain Willie graphically tied to the helm of the Demeter while clutching a rosemary, you don't have to click below.)

[peaceinthestorm]

Fred Appleyard (1874-1963, British) ~ The Artist and His Muse, n/d

[Source: LotSearch]

[diioonysus]

artists and their muses

emilie louise flöge emilie flöge by gustav klimt (1902)

[tsukiyo-7]

I go off like a gun,

Like a loaded weapon,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So here we go again,

It echoes in my head,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So I can feel you here with me...

Soaked in sin,

Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again.

[dragonwhisky]

Len and Rin

[mjulmjul]

XXII. THE IDES

[paxcallow]

desire to draw raz's hair unhatted and uncombed spiraled into imagining an extended gag about some emergency situation forcing all of the psychonauts out of the motherlobe into the quarry in their jammies at like 2 am and judging each other's clothing choices instead of getting actual work done.