Artwork made exclusively for my enamel pin set Kickstarter, launching July 20th. Follow the project here to be the first to know when it launches!
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John Butler Yeats - A haunted chamber (ca. 1899)
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Been wanting to make more work based on Irish paganism and its stories (sort of a blending of jobs hahaha), so I started with an obvious option for me.
Lugh, master of many skills! The "many skills" bit comes in handy for work and an endless sea of special interests, for sure.
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'The Silver Apples of the Moon, The Golden Apples of the Sun" by Harry Clarke, 1913
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Two cave art inspired Megaloceros bucks creating their own thunder in the grass. This is a subsection of something bigger I was trying, but this is lovely on its own.
The noise and swirling faint patterns are anti-AI measures and are not present on the actual art print.
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Grianstad shona daoibh!
In Ireland, the Winter Solstice is often associated with the Newgrange passage tomb in County Meath. Each year, as the sun rises on the Solstice, it aligns perfectly with tomb to illuminate the passage within.
Lots of historical, scientific and even crazy (I’m looking at you Ancient Aliens) theories exist as to why this occurs, but there is also some stories within our mythology associated with the event, including the Dagda’s affair with the Goddess Boann.
The Dagda was thought to be an Irish god of fertility and strength. A wife of one of his aides, Boann, a goddess of the River Boyne, was particularly entranced, and the couple soon began a clandestine affair. Affairs don’t stay secret when a god of fertility is involved, and Boann quickly fell pregnant around springtime.
Boann resided at Newgrange, and when her husband left for a hunting trip, the Dagda cast a spell to make the sun standstill for nine months and pause time. Boann carried her baby to term and eventually gave birth to Aengus, a god of youth and love. Despite it now being Winter, on Elcmar’s return he felt as if only a day had passed and the affair went unnoticed. That is until one day, when an adult Aengus would eventually arrive to duel Elcmar for Newgrange, which he deemed his birthright.
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"Methinks, a million fools in choir are raving and will never tire", from Goethe's Faust by Harry Clarke (1927)
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Some training card illustrations i made for Birdwood Games' upcoming board game Forever Home! Was a fun challenge fitting in various types and numbers of dogs interacting with these different shapes.
Graphics and art direction by Dann May.
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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.
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