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When the night falls and pumpkins glow, this little ghost ventures into the shadows… but no worries, he’s more cute than spooky! 👻✨ Maybe he’s just searching for some candy (or maybe a hug). 🎃💀.
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5.3.2012.
we're here!: animals watching you.
totally counts.
(also: Bunny Clown returns!!!)
(also: pink kitty hat of awesomeness. this is a thing.)
This is Hairy Palms :P A 16" hunchbacked monster with Hairy Palms, his arms are jointed and his hands are bendable. His features on his face are hand stitched© dingogirls den
conceptualizing for the halloween show...babewolf, surfin' dead zombie chick, cat girl, filler ideas
This is Hairy Palms :P A 16" hunchbacked monster with Hairy Palms, his arms are jointed and his hands are bendable. His features on his face are hand stitched© dingogirls den
This is Hairy Palms :P A 16" hunchbacked monster with Hairy Palms, his arms are jointed and his hands are bendable. His features on his face are hand stitched© dingogirls den
The Kris Kuksi piece at the Cute and Creepy show was amazing, but very tiny. #istillloveit #rococonut #rococo #art #miniature #thevisitation #kriskuksi #kuksi #cuteandcreepy #cuteandcreepyshow #fsuMoFA #fsu #tallahassee
Naoto Hattori draws uncanny animaloids.
Astonish and amaze these creatures’ adorable abdnormalities do. They’re too neat for me and you.
"Recollection 060" 4 x 5 inches, acrylic on board #streamofconsciousness #luciddream #popsurrealism A post shared by Naoto Hattori...
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These illustrations draw inspiration from the once-celebrated Parque Isidora Goyenechea of Lota — a romantic European garden, established in the 19th century under the patronage of Lady Isidora Goyenechea, herself a formidable figure in the coal empire of the South.
The original grounds, with their winding paths, ornate sculptures and sea-facing vistas, were conceived as a haven amidst the industrious heart of Lota. A place where art and nature might flourish amid the shadow of the mines.
Here, reimagined through a darker lens, the park is presented not as a retreat, but as a realm of gothic mystery — its ivy-clad ruins, forgotten statues and windswept terraces now bearing silent witness to an age of faded grandeur and encroaching shadows.
In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, Talcahuano’s port thrived as one of Chile’s most important maritime hubs — a bustling gateway for coal, timber, and goods destined for distant markets.
Key to this prosperity was the railway link between the inland coalfields and the harbour. The old railway entrance, with its brick arches and iron structures, once welcomed a steady stream of freight trains laden with the lifeblood of the region’s industry. These iron-clad convoys would pass beneath the industrial archways, bringing coal from Lota and timber from the interior to waiting ships.
The rhythmic clatter of wheels on track, the hiss of steam, and the shouts of stevedores were once a daily chorus here. Over time, earthquakes, modernisation and shifts in transport saw the railway’s importance fade, replaced by road traffic and newer port facilities.
Yet fragments of this industrial past remain — silent brick arches and rusted tracks, now forgotten by many but still echoing the energy of a bygone age. The old railway entrance stands as a quiet witness to Talcahuano’s rich maritime and industrial heritage.
Raziel Kreutzwaldi was last seen amidst the shadows of Centralis Port, clutching a vial of laudanum discreetly acquired — or rather, reclaimed — from the family’s own trading house. To some, an act of theft; to her, merely a rightful possession. In the markets of the Great Empire, such distinctions are often blurred.
Not all of Talcahuano’s secrets were writ upon its grand avenues. Francisco Bilbao Street, narrow and winding, bore the quiet pulse of the port’s everyday life. Beneath timber eaves and fading shutters, voices whispered of business both fair and foul — the rhythm of a city lived between shadows.
Its houses leaned with time, their iron balconies and brickwork softened by salt air and rain. By dusk, the street took on a different life: gaslight and mist wrapped its corners, footsteps grew slower, and stray glances lingered too long. Stories abounded of unseen figures slipping between alleyways — and of goods and letters exchanged with neither witness nor record.
Though much of the old street lies veiled beneath modern facades, those who wander after twilight may yet catch the scent of old iron and sea, and hear the echoes of lives once lived in half-light.
Against all edicts, Raziel Kreutzwaldi crossed into the forbidden Docks of Centralis — a place where few dare tread, and fewer still return unscathed. There, amidst the veiled dealings of the merchant houses, she procured a vial of laudanum. Some might call it theft… though in her eyes, one cannot truly steal from one’s own bloodline.
Through the smoke and steel of Talcahuano’s port, Raziel Kreutzwaldi passed beneath the great railway arches — the heart of the city’s industrial might.
Freight wagons clattered overhead, laden with coal and timber, the hiss of steam and the groan of iron echoing through the narrow passages. Dockworkers moved in shadows, merchants bartered beneath the soot-stained brick, and the air was thick with the scent of salt and engine oil.
It was here, amidst this living artery of trade, that Raziel pursued her business — though none dared ask what cargo she sought, nor for whom she truly worked.
In the shadowed groves of Parque Isidora Cousiño, where ancient trees murmur forgotten tales, stands the spectral remnant of the Isidora Suspension Bridge. Erected in the year of our Lord 1874, this once-proud structure linked the verdant domains of the illustrious Palacio Cousiño, a mansion now claimed by time’s inexorable hand.
Though the palace itself has vanished into legend, the bridge endures — a wrought-iron echo of an opulent past, where coal barons held court amidst splendour and shadow. To tread these grounds is to step into another age, guided by the haunting presence of “Isidoras”, clad in the garb of the 19th century, who reveal to intrepid souls the park’s many secrets: solemn statues, windswept cliffs, and the lonely light of Punta Lutrín.
For those drawn to mystery, melancholy, and the romance of faded glory — this is a place most worthy of pilgrimage.
The Brañas Mathieu Mill, once a key node in the port operations of Centralis, served the grain trade of the southern territories during the height of maritime commerce. Constructed in the early years of the last century, its vast silos and iron machinery were renowned across the Empire’s southern ports.
Though much diminished — the result of time, neglect, and natural upheavals — the mill’s skeletal remains endure, casting long shadows over the harbour. A place now frequented by none but the curious and the bold.
This illustration seeks to capture that haunting atmosphere: the faded memory of industry, now cloaked in shadows — a gothic homage to a bygone chapter of Centralis maritime story.
Raziel Kreutzwaldi ventured deep into the old greenhouse of the once-grand Parque Isidora Goyenechea in Lota. Constructed in the 19th century as part of the Lady’s vision for a European-style garden, the glasshouse was once famed for its rare botanicals, brought from distant corners of the Empire.
Now, overgrown and half-ruined, its shattered panes and creeping vines hide strange flora — remnants of both nature’s resilience and mankind’s forgotten ambition. What Raziel seeks here remains unknown… though it is whispered the place holds more than just plants.
Meet Benny! It was too late to introduce him properly yesterday but he's come from LA to live with me!! ♥ I LOVE HIM!!! Thanks Jessica He's AWESOME!!!! ♥
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