Oh My Goddd And She Was Like Totally Crashing Out In The Accursed Labyrinth.....

swamp creatures (for "The Crooked Moon")

still experimenting with styles

Made a proper character list for my forest road trip setting

disturbing sleep

restful sleep

There was a faerie who was captured by humans at a young age when they were only just a little bud. They never got a chance to ever really see another faerie. Their entire life they were treated like a meusum peice, nobody really talked to them or was every affectionate with them. They traded a lot of hands over their life, but they eventually ended up in the care of a wealthy American business man. They were occasionally given things to play with, but still, nobody talked to them.

The faerie was eventually put in a glass case for people to look at when visiting their masters home. And people liked them. And people were happy with them. And everyone always said that they'd be happiest in their cage, and that this was for their saftey.

Eventually another faerie, one who was able to remain amoung his own kind his entire life, snuck into the mansion they were being kept in a glass case in. The other faerie disgusied himself as an old man, but when he was alone with his fellow fae he revealed himself to them, and he was more beautiful then anything they had ever seen before, his wings were like a dragonfly's, and his horns with the branches of cherry blossoms, and his eyes were made of pure jade, and he wore armor made of solid bismuth as hard as steel.

And he told the faerie in the glass cage; "come with me and we will fly through a thousand skies and look upon athousand worlds below. I can take you to planes and to lands you would never before know existed. We will walk through forests wider then the earth and discover all the beasts and birds within them. We will go to cities that shine like works of art and explore their streets and hear the languages of the multiverse together. We will go to parties on towers so high they reach into space, and talk with people you could only dream of. When we slip between realms the void washes over us like summer rain. We will play forever, and we will never grown tired, and we will never grow old."

And the faerie in the glass cage told him, "no. For I am safe here. The outside is something I've never known, and something that may hurt me. I may make the wrong choices, I may see things that scare me, and I could be harmed. Yet here I know what I am, and I have no choices, and I have no surprises."

And the free faerie walked away in tears, for he knew he had done all that he could do.

Vincent van Gogh Tree Trunks in the Grass 1890

a gathering, a murder

LETS TALK ABOUT THE EGO.

Canvas (101.5 X 122cm)

the grumpy flower

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oil on canvas

2024