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innervoiceartblog · 6 months

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“The Girl with the Hieronymus Bosch Tattoo” by Agnieszka Nienartowicz.

#Hieronymus Bosch #imagika #tattoo #woman #art and soul #Agnieszka Nienartowicz.

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supercantaloupe · 7 months

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misera elvira

[ID: a pencil and marker drawing of donna elvira and don giovanni from the opera don giovanni. don giovanni is a man with pale skin, medium toned hair and beard, wearing dark pants and a long sleeve shirt open to expose his chest. he is lying unconscious on the floor. elvira is crouched behind him, leaning over and holding him close with one arm. she wears a pale tank top and grey skirt and her dark hair obscures her head and face. a small bouquet of flowers lies on the floor in front of them. the colors are muted greys and blues, with pale pink highlights.]

sketch, detail, and ref under the cut ⬇

source: 2017 festival international d’art lyric d’aix-en-provence, dir. Jean-François Sivadier

#art and soul #don giovanni #donna elvira #traditional art #fanart #my black marker is dying. sob.#i'm not 100% happy with how the shadows came out but oh well. no undo button in real life #anyway. this one's for the Despairing Women fans in my audience #i am forever cursed to be unable to take good photos of my drawings. rip.

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pagesofjasmine · 9 months

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The picture of dorian gray by Oscar Wilde

clicked by me.

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ancestorsalive · 6 months

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Author: Helene Cincebeaux

"Moravian Slovak wedding apron; satin stitch embroidery on batik chintz, made about 1920 possibly in Milotice near Kyjov. My great aunt said it took a whole winter to make such an apron; she said they made a sketch on paper and then just started embroidering. Each one is a masterpiece made by village women who were true artists - bringing the flowers of their garden to bloom on their aprons all year long. The white band is intricately embroidered and I love that nothing has to match - they just tossed in what felt right!"

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saintescuderia · 29 days

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Overcoming Writer's Block

It feels like a cheat to be have this cover all the days that I was supposed to be writing and didn't.

There were a variety of reasons why it didn't happen. I was overtired from marshalling the Australian Grand Prix. I had no time because I was marshalling the Australian Grand Prix. I had no inspiration because my life had been on pause after marshalling the Australian Grand Prix. For the four days of March 21st-24th, my life revolved around an orange jumpsuit, a lanyard and standing on my feet for twelve hours watching cars zoom past from behind a metal fence.

It was brilliant.

But, also, I was done.

The recovery had me bed-ridden and trying to acclimatise back to the life I had put on pause. It didn't help that straight after this I had to pull a university student move and complete an entire assessment based on coursework I had yet to even go through. Thus, in short, everything creative was put on an extended pause.

Both good and bad.

It was good in the sense that marshalling provided me a break in a way that I never could've created for myself. For four days, I had no chance to think about anything but cars. Life was on pause. That meant all of life's problems were also on pause. Ultimately, the four days provided a sense of respite that when I came back to everything, it was fresh faced with the metaphorical jug refilled.

However, it also meant that I still wasn't writing. I would stare at my laptop screen and blink at the blank white document with the flickering caret dared me to write a shitty word. You gotta write something, you have your March streak! You gotta get those Artist Way activities done or you'll fall behind! You have to write that Alpine article for the magazine!

Nothing.

So, I left it. Paradoxically, I gave myself the time until I felt that I could write and here we are. If my March challenge has a few days 'blocked,' that's okay because I know it's all worth it. This is part of the progress. I don't think Julia Cameron is going to burst through the door and criticise me for redoing a week of the The Artist Way because I spent a week of my life doing something I love and am passionate about. If anything, she'd probably wrap me in a blanket and give gentle words of encouragement.

And so, let this be a testament to any writer suffering the block out there: it's okay. You'll get through it and it's all just a part of living life as a writer. Be patient with yourself.

Write what you want and not what you think others need.

Or, at least, that's what I'm telling myself.

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fuckasur · 4 months

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Art mirrors reality, but I find joy in moments when reality mirrors art—like when an event unfolds, and you instantly think, "This is just like that movie!" or "The plot resembles that book!" or "This view remarkably resembles that 16th-century painting."

#lifeisgood #desi academia #desi culture #desi love #desi things #desiblr #sad life #random thoughts #3am thoughts #visual novel #graphic novel #mornings are for coffee and contemplation #art and literature #art and soul

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year

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𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮,

There was a young, thoughtful, playful, chaotic, willful, naughty, passionate, excited, impetuous, soulful, emotional and above all honest young person called Art.

He was beloved by all, because whoever he played with felt free and incredibly unselfconscious.

His elder brother, Reality, was in contrast a harsh critic, who liked nothing better than ensuring that things were done correctly, according to the “rules” and reminding everyone he met that life when all’s said and done, is pretty pointless.

Over the years, he became fiercely jealous of Art, and persuaded people that no-one should bother playing with him. For a while it worked, and Art got lonely, sick and almost died… But as Art gasped his last breath he held a small mirror up to Reality’s face…who saw how miserable he’d become. He was reminded how much he’d loved his younger brother, and felt terrible for trying to crush him so he gave him the kiss of life and filled his lungs with fresh air. Art survived and soon was up to his old tricks, making life just that little bit more worth living.

- the end (sort of).

Portrait and story by Andy from "Art and Soul" by Brian Smith.

#andy serkis #art and soul #storyteller #i love him your honour #i also love that my handwriting is similar #hands and forearms #thinking about that man again #writing #stories #art #andy serkis: photoshoot

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yumartist · 8 months

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Sorry. Due to poor health, I would like to postpone posting daily original songs for a week until September 18th.

Thank you always so much.

I hope everyone can smile. 💫💐(* ´︶`*)*_ _)⁾⁾

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bauderlairs · 3 months

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GOD/SPEED

Frank Ocean, 2016.

Edmund Leighton, “God Speed”, 1900.

#what are we if not what others have been #symbolist art #frank ocean #art #music #art and soul #edmund leighton #paintings #lyrics #Spotify

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sera-pheam · 9 months

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to any creative out there, just know that there is someone there that is beyond proud of you for following your intuition and internal vision...even against all the odds and slander. this world needs your light so please keep shining it <33. just remember that if people like us with these gifts didn't exist, then society would never move forward x <33

#creative struggles #lovetocreate #beauty #female artists #writing and art #art and soul #soulful #instrumental #real life #reality #soul

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artindetailsblog · 1 year

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Claude Monet's winter landscapes

#claude monet #illustration #icons #art and soul #art of the day

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innervoiceartblog · 28 days

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Once the soul awakens, the search begins and you can never go back. From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment.

― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

#john o'donohue #life #love #heart and soul #imagika #art and soul #anam cara #soul awakens #woman #butterfly #eye #inspiration #truth

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supercantaloupe · 8 months

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pacific northwest landscape

[ID: a colorful marker drawing of a grassy hill covered in purple flowers with orange centers. in the background there are tall dark green conifer trees that disappear into a grey misty sky.]

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#art and soul #rebloggable version for you #original photo by malcom-f-tucker. i at least tried to do it justice...

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hershelchocolateart · 7 months

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Just to make a point, every time I finished a panel of this I would export it as a PNG on the perceptual setting and use it as a color reference for the next panel

IT'S BAD

PLEASE CHECK YOUR COLOR SETTINGS

EDIT: If you're still having problems, it might help to switch from "Save/Save as" to "Export (as a) Single Layer". Just. Make SURE the box labeled "Expression Color" is set to RGB. I've been messing with this all day, and it looks like this combination of settings will allow exported PNGs to maintain their colors perfectly. To you. So far both Discord and Toyhouse still only display desaturated images and I cannot for the life of me figure out why

#how the fuck do i tag this #psa #artist psa #art psa #clip studio paint #clip studio paint ex #mac artist #artists on tumblr #illustration #signal boost #please for the love of god do NOT do this for five years it will crush your entire soul and spirit

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ancestorsalive · 1 month

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'The Druids Bringing in the Mistletoe', by Edward Atkinson Hornel & George Henry

#The Druids Bringing in the Mistletoe #Edward Atkinson Hornel #George Henry #Druids #Ancient Ways #Sacred Ways #Memory & Spirit of Place #Ancestors Alive!#What is Remembered Lives #Mistletoe #Ceremony #Ritual #art and soul

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saintescuderia · 1 month

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The Artist's Way (pt. 2)

Week 2: Recovering a Sense of Identity

Maybe it was because there was no Formula 1 this week that it was, well, a ‘bad’ week.

I don’t want to say it was a ‘good’ week or a ‘bad’ week because I could already imagine Julia Cameron telling me ‘no! there is no such thing!’ But I just feel like I really didn’t give it my all this week. For one thing, I broke my streak of writing everyday and after 17 days of posting daily, I decided to instead go two for two and have a big weekend that I’m now paying for on the Monday. Admittedly, that was all an experience unto itself and we shouldn’t negate life’s special moments… but I do feel like shit.

I knew this week would be a little off because I just felt a little bit off. I was writing for the sake of posting, not actually writing. I think the block was on its way as my nights were staring at my screen half-asleep and willing myself to just put words out so I could tick off today’s March writing! and go to bed. I wasn’t waking up and doing the morning pages. I wasn’t thinking about how nice it was to feel the sun shining. I wasn’t appreciating the little moments or trying something new or reading my affirmations. I wasn’t prioritising any of it. It was just a last minute thing that I tacked on at the end of my day and thought that would be it.

Even the tasks. I did make time to sit down and go through the tasks and write them down in my journal and reflect on them all… but that it was it. One day out of the seven. One day where I spent a few hours trying to ‘catch up’ on all the little things I should’ve been doing each day. Suffice to say, I felt completely lost and dishevelled.

This is all so ironic because week two is all about recovering a sense of identity and setting boundaries. And given the poetry I was writing this week, there were some big bumps of self-identity occurring (thank you Alice Oseman!) and frank, uncomfortable conversations about boundaries and the people who don’t respect them - who guilt you for setting them in the first place.

Now I know that not everything is going to fall into place. It won’t just take me one week to figure out who I am as an artist and the boundaries I need to set in place to respect that. That’s a lifelong thing that will extend out beyond even the three months of this The Artist Way journey. However, I do think that I didn’t spend enough time each day considering just what it is I’m actually working towards. That is, there were times where I forgot what I was actually supposed to be doing this for. So, unsurprisingly, I dropped my streak.

All that being said, it’s not like I’ve kicked the bucket in. I know that this is just one lapse in the journey and that’s what journeys are all about anyway: the ups and the downs that make the path. I know now that I really need to prioritise my writing time and kept it safe and sacred from anything and everything.

As in, instead of spending an entire evening shopping to look for this one specific Carhartt jacket, maybe go home and write because that’s what I know I should be doing. Especially since it’s online anyway.

Procrastination is a fire that grows with every breath you give it.

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