Coreopsis or Tickweed was truly expecting Andy Warhol to be artistic director for this photoshoot, but unfortunately he was otherwise occupying space and Coreopsis had to make do with me.
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Coreopsis or Tickweed was truly expecting Andy Warhol to be artistic director for this photoshoot, but unfortunately he was otherwise occupying space and Coreopsis had to make do with me.

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Wip Briarlight ref ^^
Not finished obviously, but thought I'd share anyway!
The flowers/leaves seen here are tickweed (or another name for it is coreopsis also). They symbolize the wearer being always cheerful, and I thought that would fit for Briarlight, seeing as she's so hopeful and positive throughout the books ^^
I'll add her sexuality later, and possibly more info
coreopsis verticillata
Choreopsis 8
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Believe it or not, those clouds are remnants of Harvey. Rest in peace you sick bastard...
Choreopsis 6
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You Begin Margaret Atwood
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost the shape of an eye. This is your mouth, this is an O or a moon, whichever you like. This is yellow.
Outside the window is the rain, green because it is summer, and beyond that the trees and then the world, which is round and has only the colors of these nine crayons.
This is the world, which is fuller and more difficult to learn than I have said. You are right to smudge it that way with the red and then the orange: the world burns.
Once you have learned these words you will learn that there are more words than you can ever learn. The word hand floats above your hand like a small cloud over a lake. The word hand anchors your hand to this table, your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world, which is round but not flat and has more colors than we can see.
It begins, it has an end, this is what you will come back to, this is your hand.
FromΒ From Selected Poems II (1976-1986) by Margaret Atwood, published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1978
Choreoposis 04
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