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Sometimes I wish I would just say No. I'm not sure if thats a No to over-indulgence and sleepless Friday nights, or No to backing up the next day still wounded, sleepless and feeling generally ratshit, to paint a piece. Painted with the homies Maim, Adlib and Roger.
I suppose that we each carry around with us one or two old wounds that just never seem to heal over completely...
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Yesterday's post was indeed an elastic band which I found discarded on the desk. It had rolled itself into that very convenient shape. Do you know what this is? Perhaps the icon will tell you. The texture is by Weisimel and called wooden wounds.
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I hope your Sunday is a happy one. I will be buried in words again but I am getting there.
Twist of fate won't give me a break,
and myself I'm slow and tired.
I've got to rise with these bloodshot eyes,
but I keep falling when I'm higher.
Help me Jesus help me clean my wounds.
He said he cannot heal that kind.
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
He said it happens every time.
- Corrosion of Conformity
Cave di marmo delle Apuane - Apuane marble quarries
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there you are
as you always were
in bathing light
and naked blur
you're a part of me
eternal one
by grand design
and setting sun
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around and thought i saw myself turning
inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning
awake in my arms
you crying unharmed
our age of the hours
when they still devour all
so take it all
i doubt if we
will know it's gone
cause we've been here
since time began
begged god
awake and make these plans
wound opens
reveal this broken man
and soon there's notion
of blood on his hands
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
last night i turned around, i thought i saw myself turning
last night i turned around and thought i watched the world ending
inside the crushing i felt the pang, the tide was turning
destroyed in the wake
the jealous ingrates
who'll tear this world down
to spite god above
with his own love
with his own love
if you wait
if you wait
if you wait, i will wait
taste, i will taste
if you love, i will love
run, i will run
to my last breath
Paris, Musée du Louvre, October 2021
Jean-Jacques (James) Pradier, Un fils de Niobé (Niobide blessé) (1822).
From the series "Secret life of the trees".
Created after very last 5 days in Canada...
Who were the Druids? Popular folklore tells us they were ancient Celtic wise men. They wore long robes and had long, flowing beards. Merlin, the famous magician of King Arthur's court, was reputedly a Druid. They are credited with having built Stonehenge and other megalithic monuments throughout Great Britain and Europe.
Other sources tell us Druids were men and women who were really into trees. Their ceremonies were conducted in the open air, often in oak groves. The word Druid is apparently derived from the ancient Celtic words for oak and truth--dru and druidh. Other trees were also very important to them, including yew, hazel, walnut, willow, rowan, ash and birch. Tree symbolism was used in their religious and philosophical teachings, and in their calendar and system of writing, called Ogham.
Druids also believed that trees are like a humans. They deliver a babies, they grow, sometimes they get an illness, they fight, and they die...
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