literalliterature:

coyoteprince:

No snare may hold me / Spring postcard 2023

Surviving so much abuse in my life, I relate to the unicorn tapestries through being a different beast held captive by unkind hands. My full beauty must be allowed to be open and wild, and no snare, fence, or rein may hold me for long.

This design is available as a gold foil postcard with matching vinyl sticker for those who sign up for my mail tier during March 2023. PATREON

[ID: An illustration of a leaping unicorn with its head down, snorting angrily and appearing to charge. It has several arrows stuck in its hide, and around its horn is a thick blue collar with a broken chain attached to it. A broken fence is visible in the background. A banner with the words “No Snare May Hold Me” appears in the corner. Details including the arrows, chain, horn, hooves, and text are rendered in shining gold foil. End ID.]

suhaylah:

Lovers Sempiternal (2022)
oil on wood panel

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thunderstruck9:

Cressida Campbell (Australian, b. 1960), Angophora, 1997. Watercolour on incised woodblock, 63 x 54 cm.

josiahfiles:

trying to present simple concepts that work best with a casual/unplanned atmosphere in a polished illustration

thickness-protection-program:

To keep myself from having imposter syndrome with my art I try to keep a childlike wonder when I look at it. 26 year old me might cringe at it a little but 6 year old me would’ve scrumpt to the heavens and showed all his friends so I’m gonna listen to him instead

mossbawn:

mossbawn:

people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry

sketiana:

rothko saw red and said ii neeed to show you. i need to show everybody. is anyone else seeing this? all of you does anyone see this? and thats a normal expected reaction to the color red we should all be like that

lauraholliis