thesem:

godzillabreath:

does anyone know what culture this is from? or the significance of this particular image?

I did a little research, and these are the ox masks from a set of characters called “Boes e Merdules” from the village of Ottana in Italy, and are worn at Carnival. Boes are the oxen and Merdules are the owners, and here’s a picture of them both. There’s more information here, but be warned it is a Google translated page from Italian, so take this info with a grain of salt (also take what I’ve said with a grain of salt since I gleaned this information from a few translated pages). I also found this picture which has the story underneath in English, so hopefully I’m not too far off base here.

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Some creatures from a dream the other night.  Their names are placeholders for them moment, and are quite likely just nicknames.

Apparently my default setting is still sometimes ‘Draw Dragons’.  I saw someone recently mention that they felt the modern trend of ‘huge majestic beasts’ was sort of sad in comparison to the sort of medieval bestiary ‘wretched creature’ dragon.  Now this isn’t the exact result of that, I’m kind-of itchy to do some unusual bestiary things, but this fellow seems to have his own kind of wretched bitterness.  I’m not sure quite where he fits in yet, but I don’t think he’s a terribly friendly sort, nor inherently disposed to peaceful actions.

stpaulsrevolt:

Mark Whale, Boathouse, Obersee,Germany. 

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Ran is very good at fishing one-armed, and amuses Rasa with his enthusiasm in the matter.  Oradana and Kithra rely heavily on one another, and gestures of comfort are common between them.

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Antony Gormley.

In the crypt at winchester cathedral.

Underground springs flood the chamber periodically

love gormley

The occasionally flooding water just adds such a beautiful, slightly somber, touch.

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More brush painting samples from work, just some quick things to help with color.

It’s not that human war needs some great monster or monsters to make it more grotesque than it already is, but that the sheer volume of horror of it spawns monsters of its own.  Monsters of the most terrible kind, those with no care for sense of reason, but every bit of deeply mad sanity driving them to simply poison and infect with the very strife that made them.

These are Nuckelavees who crop up where there is civil war.  They battle themselves to exhaustion but ever stalemated until the next war calls them

Continuing from here

It is hard to convey my full thoughts on the matter, but what I think is most important to get across is that there is no inherent harm in loving or being loved by someone who does not love themselves.  Learning to love oneself is an immense and noble goal in life, and one that in most all cases seems worth striving for.  But people are tremendously different and varied, this one aspect should not be a key of judgement if at present they fail at it, and further, telling someone who does not love themselves that they are unworthy of love in return will not aid a sense of self-worth.

One can learn a lot on their own, and everyone is different, but sometimes people need help learning how to wear that shirt, to be shown how it might be put on and how it fits, and helping someone to that end who has shown they wish to share it seems far better to me than leaving them to figure it out on their own purely for the reason that they don’t know how.

The well of self-loathing is personal, immense, deep and varied, and there are parts that can only be navigated alone on a road to self-appreciation, but there can be aid in the darkness, and to deny it outright over a simple assumption (that those that cannot love themselves are to be considered of value if their love is offered) seems to me far too harsh and counter intuitive to the final goal.