the plum tree

inspiration
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VB Suresh Photography
4000 - 5000 years old.4 kms long.85 odd ghats.23 frames.1 picture.Varanasi.

VB Suresh Photography

4000 - 5000 years old.
4 kms long.
85 odd ghats.
23 frames.
1 picture.
Varanasi.

Alonzo Sanchez Coellovia Rick’s Blog from this thoughtful post This is What Artist’s Do
Pablo Auladell
liquidnight:

Danny Lyon
Chicago, 1963
[via the Edwynn Houk Gallery]

liquidnight:

Danny Lyon

Chicago, 1963

[via the Edwynn Houk Gallery]

artpropelled:

Cloister by Rosalie Gascoigne

artpropelled:

Cloister by Rosalie Gascoigne

On Drawing

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If I had a single piece of advice to offer to any artist, it would be this: whatever your practice or medium, draw constantly. Be like the dancer, who never lets a day go past without a class. Draw as much as you can, wherever you can. Draw from observation (of course) but draw for practice too, from memory or from imagination, mark-making for precision or beauty-of-line alone, regardless of subject or likeness. Draw with pencil, with nibbed-pen, with charcoal or crayon or Conté pencil or biro. Draw with brushes and inks, or twigs dipped in watercolour or with old toothbrushes or the tips of feathers. Draw with anything. Subvert habit with new experience. Drawing can be for recording, but more than that it’s an expressive form that can be endlessly reinvented. Keep project-books and work at them even when the spirit doesn’t move you. Work in them out of discipline and respect for your art-form. They’re money in the bank for later, when you need the inspiration stored in them. Draw. Draw again. Never stop drawing.

Drawing is life.

~ Clive Hicks-Jenkins

Pain Bringers

theplumtree2:

I now fully believe there are people who spread pain wherever they go. They aren’t necessarily bad like a Hitler or some other outsized villains. Often they are just you and me’s trying to live their lives. But somehow ‘pain bringers’ are cursed with a dark talent for making things go bad;…

Anke Vondung (Mezzosoprano): Erbarme Dich Mein Gott 2007

torfalcon:

Spring arrived here on a  Monday morning with the first blackcaps. She actually walked past me on a carpet of dogs mercury with plum blossom twisted through her hair. Chiffchaff’s sang and balsam poplars scented the air. Hawthorn broke into leaf and apple blossom buds, blushed.
She is a hundred miles north by now but her magic is still strong. It’s in every oak tree flower and in each pair of tiny hazel leaves. Bumble bees now have dandelions and dandelions have bumblebees. And then yesterday, a swallow. Welcome home beloved slicer through the air.
Tor Falcon

torfalcon:

Spring arrived here on a  Monday morning with the first blackcaps. She actually walked past me on a carpet of dogs mercury with plum blossom twisted through her hair. Chiffchaff’s sang and balsam poplars scented the air. Hawthorn broke into leaf and apple blossom buds, blushed.

She is a hundred miles north by now but her magic is still strong. It’s in every oak tree flower and in each pair of tiny hazel leaves. Bumble bees now have dandelions and dandelions have bumblebees. And then yesterday, a swallow. Welcome home beloved slicer through the air.

Tor Falcon

Suburban Sand Castles by Chad Wright
via The Water’s Edge, a stunning blog post at Art Propelled

Suburban Sand Castles by Chad Wright

via The Water’s Edge, a stunning blog post at Art Propelled

artisticmoods:

Mr. Froggy. Akitaka Ito, Japan.

artisticmoods:

Mr. Froggy. Akitaka Ito, Japan.

(via khushushban)

marjoleinhoekendijk:

natural-magics:

Devil Mushroom by Ayrum

☽♡☾ Pagan, Viking, Nature and Tolkien things ☽♡☾

marjoleinhoekendijk:

natural-magics:

Devil Mushroom by Ayrum

☽♡☾ Pagan, Viking, Nature and Tolkien things ☽♡☾

(via khushushban)

“Which do you want: the pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth?”

—   Judith Hanson Lasater
"What was taking the sun so long? Scheherazade’s eyes grew dim. A wave of longing swept through her body, longing for a mystical dawn, a crystal blue sky. She yearned for its distance, its freedom. Freedom, she thought, a half-remembered dream wrapped in blue silk. That was the moment that Scheherazade fell in love with the color blue.She had placed Sinbad in the midst of blue, an ocean of turquoise and ultramarine, dazzling, endless. In her mind she became a pebble sunk in shallow water, falling under its spell, watching the sunlight spangle Sinbad’s skiff as he escaped this mundane world once more. To her mind came the hint of a story. Like Sinbad, she would follow the ebb and flow of that story…”Read the entire story here › http://bit.ly/1jCKtQe –Persian wisdom in our spring issue from “The Arabian Nights,” retold by Kenneth E. Lawrence. Art Credit: Maxfield Parrish Illustration for “The City of Brass.”via the wonderful Parabola Magazine
fairy-wren:

Red Junglefowl (Gallus gallus), Phu Kheao, Nam Naom, Thailand
 photo by gary1844 on Flickr

fairy-wren:

Red Junglefowl (Gallus gallus), Phu Kheao, Nam Naom, Thailand

 photo by gary1844 on Flickr

(via catherinewillis)