Aris/Astaria

A painting for my pet bird, Green Leaf, who flew out of the window with its friends this summer (it was an accident… they chewed their way out through a metal screen…?!)

A tiny painting of Thorin Oakenshield on 2.2*2.2 inch (5.5*5.5cm) stamp-shaped watercolor paper

Finished in July 2026

Erebor 🏔️

I drew the Lonely Mountain on the door of my room! 🏔️ (Soft pastels, September 2022)

Happy Chinese New Year! 🎆

“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while.

The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)

✨Minas Tirith✨

🌌Melian & Thingol

✨Finished✨

"But as the host of Fingolfin marched into Mithrim the Sun rose flaming in the West; and Fingolfin unfurled his blue and silver banners, and blew his horns, and flowers sprang beneath his marching feet, and the ages of the stars were ended."

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, (Of the Return of the Noldor).

“Do candles pity moths?”

“Or moth candles, when the wind blows them out?”

Pin design - The moth & The candle

“The song of Lúthien released the bonds of winter, and the frozen waters spoke, and flowers sprang from the cold earth where her feet had passed.”

Pin design - The Nightingale & Silmaril✨

“For Ulmo bore up Elwing out of the waves, and he gave her the likeness of a great white bird, and upon her breast there shone as a star the Silmaril, as she flew over the water to seek Eärendil her beloved.”

Pin Design - The White Bird & The Star ✨

“Then a wind arose, and great rains fell, and torrents swept down from the heights of Taur-nu-Fuin; and thought Gwindor cried out to Turin, warning him of their utmost peril, he made no answer, but sat unmoving and unweeping beside the body of Beleg Cuthalion, lying in the dark forest slain by the hand even as he cut the bonds of thraldom from him.”