sallysavestheday

Heavy with Sunlight - Mirko Schallenberg , 2023.

German , b. 1967 -

Buttercups - Peter Newcombe , 1984.

British b. 1943 - 

Moon rising as the Sun sets below the horizon, tapestry by Michael Crompton

Necklace

c. 1815

Seed pearls mounted on mother-of-pearl

England

Thank you @ffigwit for tagging me! I'm continuing on Aredhel's fic in my The Stars Thy Witness series, so here's a bit from that:

She thinks of Arakáno now as she approaches the Girdle, of how he would have tried to capture it within ink and paper. Melian’s magic takes the form of a wall of thorns: twisting vines and thorns the size of daggers. Carefully, she reaches out and touches it, feels it hum beneath her fingers. Not even the tiniest fly could make its way inside without the Queen’s knowing, or her approval.  The Sindar claim that this keeps them safe, thinks Írissë. But what is the point of safety if it means becoming caged?  She begins to turn away, disgust rising in her throat and overtaking any curiosity, when something small and dark lands upon the thorn wall. A crow. Írissë stops and stares. It meets her gaze without the slightest hint of fear.  My lord? Írissë stretches out a hand, only for the crow to move higher up and out of her reach. Continues to watch her, red-black eyes sharp and expectant.  “As you wish, my lord,” she says, and instead rests her hand upon the wall of thorns. This time, when she presses against the vines, they react, shifting apart to create a dark, green tunnel. Írissë steps through, shivering slightly as Melian’s power brushes across her skin. As the crow continues to watch as she enters Doriath. The message is clear: her lord wants her here, though for what task she does not know.  Not yet. 

from bad mood by paul guest, published in my index of slightly horrifying knowledge

This drawing was planned to be only a figure study and character study of him: portraying his facial features ect...

As I was continuing, through groveling 3-months of sketching, an idea popped- to draw an scene depicting his survival from Thangorodrim instead.

I was pretty satisfied with the concept, so pursued it and stayed that way.

“Damage irreversible” - presents Maedhros who has endured the decades of torture. Despite his will to live after the rescue, doubtless was the psychological trauma inflicted upon his mind, that have plagued him through the rest of existence.