#halak

[nymthsdraws]

[carltonblaylock]

Mount Halak

Joshua 11:16-23 16 Thus Joshua took all this land: the mountain country, all the South, all the land of Goshen, the lowland, and the Jordan plain—the mountains of Israel and its lowlands, 17 from Mount Halak and the ascent to Seir, even as far as Baal Gad in the Valley of Lebanon below Mount Hermon. He captured all their kings, and struck them down and killed them. 18 Joshua made war a long time…

[psikonauti]

Michael Halak (Palestinian, b. 1975)

Terra Sancta (Figs), 2022

Oil on wood

[ilmiwazaif]

Be intiha mohabbat ke liye Zabardast wazifa

Be intiha mohabbat ke liye Zabardast wazifa

Aap chahti hain ke aap ka shohar aap ke ishq main giriftaar hojaye . woh aap se waisi hi mohabbat kare jaisa aap chahti hain . ya aap shohar hain aur apni biwi ke dil main jaga banana chahte hain to yeh wazifa insan ke dil main mohabbat peda karta hai . yeh wazifa aap us shakhs ke kiye bhi karsakte hain jisse aap shadi ka irada rakhte hajn Wazife ka Tareeqa Fajar ki namaz ke baad ek tasbeeh…

[macgyvertape]

[fujifingerz]

Just sword logic things~

[eiramew]

DEATHSINGERS // MOODBOARD

[oncanvas]

Memory Boxes, Michael Halak, 2016

Oil on canvas in two parts Each: 35 x 45 cm (13.78 x 17.72 in.)

[aghostsdestiny]

My entry for @d2artevents summer zine event!

[goaliekisses]

he made a save from the bench 😭 what are goalies

[mattpoitrass6thgoal]

It's he time

[winnower-winnower]

Like, who is styling them?? What’s their source?These are questions I NEED answers to

[synnthamonsugar]

in the spirit of saturnalia: I ask for a coffee shop au fic with savathun

Can I get an art grant to develop this into a full series? Do you want ME to write/draw something outside my usual body of work? Inquire here!

A small crowd gathered near the rear of the cafe, chattering raucously around candlelit tables, framed by floodlights trained on the small stage at the back. Another open mic night at the Gaslight Cafe.

"Good turnout tonight," Lavinia Garcia Umr Tawil commented to the owner and senior barista, Savathûn. The middle-aged woman had long braids tied into a bun at the crown of her head, and a loud floral print shirt peeking from beneath a mint-green apron emblazoned with the logo of the shop. A stylized moth framed by an old-fashioned lantern.

"We'll see how long it lasts," she replied with a note of exasperated humor.

Lavinia tilted her head. Leaned across the coffee-bar so she didn't have to shout above the ambient noise. "Is the lineup that . . . bad?" 

"My nieces are the opening act," Savathûn commented, gesturing at the stage. Two identical women, perhaps a bit younger than Lavinia, dressed in what she could only describe as avant-garde victorian-goth-chic, long red gowns and pyramidal fascinators atop their heads, fiddled with an electric guitar and drum set respectively. The longer Lavinia looked, the more she could make out a familial resemblance to Savathûn, though there was something sharper in their features. 

Ada, in her role as M.C., took to the front of the stage. "Please give a warm welcome to our first performance, the Death Singers."

"Oh — that's, uh, promising? Your family has such accomplished musicians."

"They are talented girls but their style is —'' the first drumbeats started, shortly accompanied by a crunchy, guttural lick from the guitar, "—experimental." The lead leaned in close and belted out a shrieky vocal, loud enough to peak the mic. Both Savathûn and Lavinia reflexively flinched at the sound.  "Highly so."

The ensuing piece of music could be generously characterized as "harsh" and "atonal", less politely as "unlistenable" and "headache-inducing". Ir Halak and Ir Anûk traded off vocals throughout the set, and Lavinia found them perfectly matched not only in appearance but also intolerability. 

When they finally reached the end of their performance, a hesitant, obligatory round of applause fizzled from the crowd — excluding the next performer, who arose to his feet clapping and cheering. The girls waved and smiled at him as they gathered their gear and exited stage. 

The attrition rate among the audience was impressively low, but Lavinia wondered if Toland would change that. The pallid older man was a regular guest, spending hours sitting at different tables, sometimes tapping away at his typewriter but mostly getting into Diogenian debates with other customers. Savathûn permitted him to stay because his coffee habit provided her a reliable source of income. They often wondered what he actually did and could find no other explanation than this. Context clues pointed at a well-to-do wife who supported his unemployment, but not the Cafe. 

"Our next guest needs no introduction. Give it up for Toland, The Shattered, who will share a piece of his poetry—?" Ada enunciated the word as more as a question than statement, "— with us."

Lavinia was just glad he wasn't singing tonight. His timbre was almost as jarring as the twins'. 

"HUSH THE MOON. HUSH THE NIGHT. HUSH THE DARKNESS . . . HUSH, THE LIGHT . . ." If nothing else, she was impressed by the way he seemed to be able to speak in small-caps. He paced about the stage like a caged dog, delivering a performance that might've been pretentious if it wasn't utterly sincere. Some watched in transfixed or baffled silence, while others got up to refill their drinks at the bar. 

As more applause rippled through the crowd, and others gathered their things to leave, Ada approached the mic. "I didn't think anyone could find a rhyme for 'ouroboros', but you have a way with words. 

"Our next presenter is a sleight-of-hand magician—"

"That's 'illusionist', ma'am," the man waiting at stage-right drawled. He was decked out in a sequined suit of teal and green with a prominent snake motif, cowboy hat in hand.

" — Illusionist from the Tower Annex. Let's all welcome Eli—"

He shook his head.

"Wu Ming?"

"It's Germaine now. Legal reasons."

"Ah — well, let's all welcome Germaine, and his thrilling coin gambit—"

"Okay I'm out," Lavinia finally folded, gathering up her purse and books in one hand, and coffee in the other. "G'night Sav."

"Truly, you live up to your title," Savathûn replied, poking at her 'Lucky' nickname. "Goodnight Lavinia."

[psikonauti]

Michael Halak (Palestinian, b. 1975)

Terra Sancta, 2021

Oil on wood

[ilmiwazaif]

Kisi Gumshuda ko ya chor ker chale jaane wale ko wapis laane ka wazifa

Kisi Gumshuda ko ya chor ker chale jaane wale ko wapis laane ka wazifa

Aap ka Koi aziz Gumshuda ho lapata ho ya woh khud kaheen chala Gaya ho aur baarha bulane per bhi wapis na Ata ho to yeh wazifa Karen, in Sha Allah jald hi lapata ki khabar milegi aur Gaya Hua shakhs wapis laut ker ayega Wazife ka Tareeqa Kisi bhi waqt ek tasbeeh yani 100 haar yeh ayat parhen , tasbeeh shuru karne se pehle 1 baar durood shareef parh len Inna Lillahi wa inna ilaehi…

[visual-sandwich]

Michael Halak (Palestinian, b. 1975) Terra Sancta, 2021 Oil on wood