Interrupting my hiatus to say I am alive and well! Currently working on my last statistics assignment and an essay on Le Spleen de Paris. I can’t wait to finish all my uni bits so that I could peacefully fly off to Florence for a few weeks to do my painting with ancient techniques course 🎨🌷
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My feelings poured into paint last night, a couple of hours apart; influenced by wine.
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Dionysus as grapes, detail from fresco of Dionysus on Vesuvius, Pompeii, before 79 A.D. Museo Archeologico Nazionale, Naples
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a little while ago i hand painted this Chappell Roan poster design and it got soo much attention on twitter so i’ve made it downloadable! i’ve made it super cheap so anyone can download it and once you do you’re welcome to print it in whatever you want, posters stickers T-shirt etc i don’t mind! (just please don’t resell it i’m incredibly broke atm and freelancing is hard guys)
download it here:
you can also buy items pre-made on my redbubble! everything should be 25% off atm!!
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Hu Ming - Red, red wine 2010
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i think it would be fun (for me and my schadenfreude boner) if Gortash was around for business when Kressa Bonedaughter was fuckin around with Durge. Maybe he's not in the workshop, and certainly he had no idea that his Durge was here as a plaything; he's here to discuss the new plan with Ketheric, or simply just trying to avoid Orin.
He never liked the place; necromancy isn't in his purview, and Durge hated necromancers anyways. But something about the place is holding him there. Some familiar undertone to the undead gibbering, at the same time compelling and repulsive. Kressa leaves her workshop, not bothering to shut the door all the way, and within, Gortash can see some poor sod laid out on the table. The floor is sticky with blood and bile, the victim's intestines pulled from their body and hung on a rack beside them, still attached at the ends. As he watches, the hands twitch unconsciously, the jaw snapping and gasping for air. Their head flops to one side, still gnashing with all the coordination of the shambling dead, and Gortash freezes. Part of their skull is crushed, with something twitching amongst the exposed grey matter, but he knows the eyes staring in his direction. There is no spark of recognition, no hint of life, but he knows those eyes.
He does not return.
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I made another synestheisa collage! Here's "Red Wine Supernova" by the love of my life, Chappell Roan 🌸 These have been so much fun to work with!
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She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot
She showed me things I didn't know
She did it right there, out on the deck
Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck
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