Feb 14, 2025
"The Egg" by Wilfried Senoner - A surreal sculpture where human legs emerge from an enigmatic egg form, blending abstraction with the human figure.
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"The Egg" by Wilfried Senoner - A surreal sculpture where human legs emerge from an enigmatic egg form, blending abstraction with the human figure.
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I love this show
I wanted to draw them in a human/mortal version because I had a vision
A little sketch I did for the murderhusbands a little while ago I need to draw them moar! <3 I would play with Vincent's hair as well~
Who’s gonna tell her…
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Lovers Between Garden Walls
All my longing and the day it always stretches all that unnerves me starts to recede
Lifting the lock, slip past the rusted gate
Lavender perfume pampers the air, a map of overgrown ivy on stone, traces of hyacinths and irises in the sunrays' trickling embers
Lighting the sky, firefly ballerinas plié to a movement heard in the breeze
Evening star, my Venus, my delight, your slow-motion form emerges from the sea of cypress and mossy aphros
Mirroring gazes penetrate You're every bit as shell-shocked as I am by the news of the world
Symmetry of feeling in asymmetrical times
Summer airs can be deceptively cool My supplication is for the warmth of our embrace—gnarled arms of white oak entwined with the leafy quivers of our lips, starved of light, evident in constricted veins
If only such moments would elongate, tomorrow's terror fractures our peace, deer ticks burrow where thigh meets knee—
Roots planted firm, we face the straight-line winds of the oncoming summer's gale
My heroine, shield and shoulder, would you be mine throughout the night?
Just some aaaaaa dudes for practice of course