This Is Where I’m Heading Right Now To Lose Myself In The Woods And The Timelessness For Three Days

Attention ladies, gentlemen, and every wonderful sentient being in between or neither: this artist here got locked tf out of his art insta, and since it's seemingly a prerequisite to have an art insta to communicate with people here in Ireland, I made a new one: right here. Please give me a follow if you don't mind me following you back!

Craughwell, Co. Galway

Hi I adore your name!

(I'm gonna ignore that I thought it was pronounced ay dawn like the word for forehead my whole life ;_;)

Awww, thanks so much!

Manannán mac Lir getting ready to remove someone's head.

A commission of Brigid for @bloodtreachery (awww, it was SUCH a pleasure to do it!). I put an emphasis on her aspect as a poet, hence the fire of poetry ablaze! The poem in the flames is a liberal translation of these lines from The Hosting of the Sidhe into Old Irish (courtesy of my wonderful husband):

...if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.

I needed to do a presentation about why studying memory politics is important, and this escalated quickly.

FINALLY I’m making a comic (written by @sorrows-hand)

I often feel overwhelmed by Late Medieval - Early Modern finds in Irish and Scandinavian museums, much more so than by known human sacrifices, etc. All those knitted caps, mittens, warm cloaks - just regular garments of some person who was walking somewhere from somewhere and reasonably hoped to get there. Just can't shake the thought of some part of them still out there; still walking.

Near Mannin Castle, Co. Galway