Halloween 🎃

I was trying this morning to distill what makes paleolithic European cave art...well cave art! And then apply it to an animal not seen in Europe. The technique was more important here than the results; I think the big bodies & smaller heads yet otherwise accurate features are a result of the artists having a sort of tunnel vision while working. As one drifts part to part lifting up the implement as little as possible the parts appear in proportion to their immediate neighbor. They are also distilled to their most important details & for the body that's a wide rectangular space. If you picture yourself working on a heavily textured wall as tall or taller than you are with the equivalent of a tea light (oil lamps) or a flickering torch you can imagine how easy it would be to get that kind of focused tunnel vision. While we see tunnel vision as a bad thing while learning art today in terms of cave art I just sort of see it as a natural consequence. You're going to focus really hard on what needs it; there are no erasers. Additional paint can't be bought at the store. Stone walls have limited access. You're going to make the best of every resource while you're there. Besides who said the animal had to be proportional anyway? You know exactly what you're looking at! Artist commentary: it was challenging deciding what was most important but also representing that important thing as accurately as possible. I feel like that's a common thread in all cave art from peoples across the world: draw what's most important. The rest will work out.

Some new pendants from me 😊 These are earthenware ceramic, of course stamped and decorated by my little hands. Most of these are available at nymla.se!

“The Kiss”

A 12.000-year-old rock painting, National Park Serra da Capivara. Piauí, Brazil,

Photo Credit: Vitor 1234

How Primitive Tools Are Made --- Source: The Book, pg. 20-21

Max’ Journey - Primeval

When Max came to, his surroundings had changed massively. No longer was he in the dusty archive cellar, but in bright sunlight in what appeared to be a forest. Several huge trees stood tall, their thick branches spreading far into the sky. Max raised his head and looked around. Not only was it bright, but there was also a warm breeze. It was also rather loud around him: Several birds were singing only to be interrupted occasionally by the sounds of unseen animals.

Max's first reaction was confusion. He was in a forest, surrounded by nature, yet he wasn't even wearing a t-shirt. It wasn't that unusual for a scientist to work in his lab shirt, but he still wasn't used to being shirtless in the middle of a forest. Even worse, he felt the cool, moist grass underneath his feet. He was completely naked! Max quickly put his hands over his privates and looked around. Luckily, nobody had seen him exposed like that!

Max let out a deep sigh. His clothes and the strange device were nowhere to be found. How had he lost them? And why? And when? He was suddenly very afraid. Max decided that the best thing he could do was to leave this place. He started walking towards the closest tree, hoping he could find his way back to the laboratory. He soon realized that wasn't going to happen. As far as the eye could see, there were only plants, large ferns and birds. Everything looked so natural and untouched by human hands, that Max didn't dare to approach any closer to one of the massive trees.

"Hello?" Max said, finally finding the courage to call out to somebody. He startled a bird, but other than that, he received no answer. Apparently, nobody was around. The only thing he heard was the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves in the wind. Max decided to walk a bit further, hoping he would find some sign of civilization. Maybe someone would come along eventually and tell him where he was.

Walking with his hands on his privates was not exactly comfortable though. He often needed his hands to brush aside a fern or a branch, so after a few minutes of trying, he just sighed and didn't try to cover himself up anymore. There was, after all, nobody here right now, he reasoned. So, it didn't matter if he had his hands on his crotch. He shortly considered using some leaf as a sort of improvised loincloth, but since he had no string, he didn't see any way to fashion clothing out of the foliage.

After another half hour of walking, his muscles ached, and his bare feet hurt. The forest hadn't changed much, and the warm damp air made him sweat a lot. It wasn't that hot, but it was humid and that made the sweat stick to his body. He desperately needed a shower, but there was still no sign of civilization anywhere to be seen. It was no use, he needed a rest.

After sitting down against one of the large trees for a bit, he continued his way. The sweat was still clinging to his body, and his naked dick and balls stuck to his legs every now and then. Worst of all, he started to feel thirsty. Although the air was humid, Max had not seen a source of water anywhere yet, so he was ecstatic when he heard the sounds of running water after a few more hours of walk. Max rushed to the sound and found, to his delight, a waterfall with a small pond beneath it, sourcing a stream that went off into the forest. Max took a refreshing drink from the cold water and washed his face. After a few moments of relaxing in the sun, he felt better, both physically and mentally. Since it was already late afternoon, Max decided to make camp here.

After checking out the pond and the waterfall, Max took inventory of himself. As expected and feared, walking through a forest naked had left Max dirty from head to toe. The water was ice cold, but Max still decided to take a quick bath in the pond to wash away the worst dirt. Having cleaned himself, Max had the chance to look at his dripping wet body. Amazingly enough, he didn't appear to have hurt himself on his hike. However, something was off: His feet didn't look like they belonged to him at all. They were rough and sturdy and looked bigger than he was used to. Now that he thought about it, he noticed that he didn't feel any pain in his feet after his short break. Additionally, his feet and lower legs were quite hairy, which was odd: Max usually didn't have any body hair at all. His chest, arms and legs were naturally hairless. But the short coarse hairs were there and firmly attached to his legs.

Max finished his bath and was about to get out, but noticed his dick was fully erect. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but he was completely hard. It was certainly not a situation he was used to, so he tried to hide it. He had a very low sex drive usually, almost asexual. However, now he was clearly sporting an erection. He pondered for a moment if he should stay inside the pond and wait it out, but finally concluded that there was still nobody around to see his indecency. With a sigh of resignation, he stood up and let his penis spring free. It was a little bit embarrassing, but it couldn't be helped, he thought.

It got dark quickly, and Max was very tired from the walk, so he drifted to sleep quickly despite shivering from the wet cold against his naked skin. His dreams were incoherent and wild, with him running through the forest, hunting or being hunted by something or someone.

In the middle of the night, Max woke up. At first, he didn't know why, and he could not see anything. It was completely dark around him and he could not see a single thing. Then, he felt his cock twitch and realized he had woken up from his own arousal. Max had never felt that horny in his entire life. Without thinking much, his right hand closed around his aching cock, and he started to stroke it slowly, enjoying the feeling. His hand glided up and down his shaft and the head of his dick felt like it was ready to explode. With every stroke, his breathing became heavier, and his cock throbbed more. His left hand went down his body through dense hair on his chest. Hair? He stopped shortly in his track, but his throbbing cock demanded attention. He continued his pumping and, after a short while, came with a loud cry all over his body. Almost immediately, he felt very tired again. He briefly wondered if he should clean himself but put that back to tomorrow. He wouldn't see anything tonight anyway.

Max did not clean himself the next morning. His body changed a lot during the night: He was hairy all over and his dried up cum was sticking to his mat of chest hair. Above all else however, Max felt hungry - so he went out to find food. After a short while, he found a bush full of berries which he ate right there. Normally, he would have spent more thought about if the fruit might be poisonous, but he was feeling way too hungry for second thoughts. Besides he had a gut feeling, almost an instinctual knowledge that this berry would be fine. When he returned to his waterfall site, he noticed that he had developed a musky body smell. He sniffed his armpits and smelled a definite manly scent. He also noticed that his body had become slightly more muscular and his chest more pronounced. It was as if he had been transformed into some kind of more primitive, more primal man. And God, he was feeling horny again. Without any reservation, he grabbed his stiffening cock again and started jerking off, occasionally grunting in pleasure.

Over the next few days, Max' changes continued. His body was becoming more muscular, and his senses sharpened. A thick layer of body hair covered his limbs and chest, and a beard grew in. At first, Max wanted to take note of his changes and deduct theories about what happened to him, but as his mind slipped away into a more primitive version of himself, he quickly forgot about it. His new instincts and faster reflexes helped him get by better and better - he soon began hunting and fashioned himself some sort of rag clothing from the fur he collected. More and more, his prior life began to fade and all that was left was Max, the cave man.

He would probably have continued his primitive life, only consisting of hunting, eating, sleeping and jerking off (a lot) and be content with it, wouldn't it have been for a discovery the cave man made one night. He was, again, busy pumping his cock, when he saw a bright yellow light shine from between the trees. With a confused grunt, he stepped closer and saw a swirling portal of yellow light. He had seen this before, but he could not remember where... Regardless, he grabbed his spear and stepped through.

Confused about the setup? Don’t be! You can read the prologue here. You can also continue to the next episode

The Complete Restoration Of An 1842 Tasmanian Cottage

https://thedesignfiles.net/2020/07/architecture-bozens-cottage-taylor-and-hinds

Skeleton Night Stroll 💀

The Good Housekeeping Complete Guide to Traditional American Decorating, 1982

Pegeen Vail, Untitled, 1945

ℌä𝔵𝔞𝔫 (յգշշ) 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔫

Many men are afraid to be primitive during sex because they don't want to hurt their girlfriends feelings or to make her feel like a whore. Primitive wild sex is not about making her feel like a prostitute!!! It's about showing her your wild masculine side that she secretly craves - she wants to feel possessed AND protected by you. She wants to feel your physical power which you could also use to rip invaders apart to protect her. It's a very primitive and normal need all women have.