Wanderer In The Storm, 1835 Julius Von Leypold (German

Tucked up, 1904 by Frederick George Cotman (English, 1850–1920)

Follow, follow the Sun / And which way the wind blows / When this day is done ⁣🎶 ⁣ Today, April 8, 2024, the last total solar eclipse until 2045 crossed North America.⁣

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“Please be patient with me. Sometimes when I’m quiet it’s because I need to figure myself out. It’s not because I don’t want to talk. Sometimes there are no words for my thoughts.”

— Kamla Bolanos

Jenn Cortés is an independent artist working in Brooklyn, New York. Says Cortés of her meditative practice, “there is a harmonious labor, of which we are not consciously aware, that exists within the system inside living beings as well as within the expansive, natural world. Each of us are a small element in the physical world. Our thoughts, emotions, failures, and successes are only a brief sigh in the timeline of the Earth. Many of the artworks I make are about bringing the hidden to the forefront and shining a light on the miniscule. I adopt themes used in religious art and combine that with the precious nature of biological specimens.”  

‘Cow Heart(from Precious Blood series)’ and ‘Pig Hear (from Precious Blood series’ by Jenn Cortes

“Time passes, people move. Live a river’s flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection.” 💙♥️💚

this is the only day u can reblog this

"jjba's current art style is so ugly i hate how everyone just looks like weird looking models now" shut the hell up and look at how araki drew iggy

little creature....

“Be yourself. People don’t have to like you, and you don’t have to care.”

— Unknown

“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation”

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

Dante Meets Beatrice, 1898 by Henri-Jean Guillaume Martin (French, 1860–1943)