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Ballpoint pen & 22K Gold Leaf Applique on Moleskine paper

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Wow how do people do things like this.  Ballpoint pen and 22K Gold leaf applique on Moleskine!?!?

I don’t know if this is  a rhetorical question or not but I’ve made things in this technique before. It’s very, very time consuming and skill intensive. You have to use the pen very lightly and it’s easy to make a mistake, and the mistakes are really obvious. I’ve usually done works with ballpoint freehand (obviously nothing this quality)  but you can tell these were meticulously planned and composed.

And then of course on top of that you have the gold leaf, which if the artist is using classic leafing technique (sheets of gold leaf) is a whole nother level of possible instant ruination.

Basically what I’m saying is that this is as hard as it looks.

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chibird:

I think it’s harder to be nice and accepting of yourself than it is to be to others.

rules i live my life by ^-^

zen-mommy:

chibird:

I think it’s harder to be nice and accepting of yourself than it is to be to others.

rules i live my life by ^-^

"I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."
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indigenousdialogues:

Like all trees which had an ability to hold their leaves or needles through the winter, they [yew trees] are associated with magic, with special properties. It is said that yews symbolised death and resurrection, that they grew in sacred places, that the poison in their needles also had healing properties. At night, yews are always darker than the sunless sky against which they are seen, as though they absorb any residual light, sucking in the faint glow of stars and the moon. Nothing is emitted, nothing escapes. It is as though the thousand years of memory and change are compressed in that dense flesh, its cells toughened by the experience of the years. It is said that a post made from yew lasts longer than a post of iron.Yew trees acquire their own mythology by accretion, by the desires of others. […] The stories and legends of yew trees eclipse all others, in the same way that the dense shade of the yew banishes other growth, as though the tree must remain aloof, not part of the growing, dying, ephemeral green world of the surrounding land.© Ian Hill, from ‘Darker Than Night’ via his blog, The Printed Land / Image: Yew Tree, Borrowdale [‘The Borrowdale Yews’. One of an ancient group of yew trees, mentioned by Wordsworth, near Seathwaite].

indigenousdialogues:

Like all trees which had an ability to hold their leaves or needles through the winter, they [yew trees] are associated with magic, with special properties. It is said that yews symbolised death and resurrection, that they grew in sacred places, that the poison in their needles also had healing properties. At night, yews are always darker than the sunless sky against which they are seen, as though they absorb any residual light, sucking in the faint glow of stars and the moon. Nothing is emitted, nothing escapes. It is as though the thousand years of memory and change are compressed in that dense flesh, its cells toughened by the experience of the years. It is said that a post made from yew lasts longer than a post of iron.

Yew trees acquire their own mythology by accretion, by the desires of others. […] The stories and legends of yew trees eclipse all others, in the same way that the dense shade of the yew banishes other growth, as though the tree must remain aloof, not part of the growing, dying, ephemeral green world of the surrounding land.

© Ian Hill, from ‘Darker Than Night’ via his blog, The Printed Land / Image: Yew Tree, Borrowdale [‘The Borrowdale Yews’. One of an ancient group of yew trees, mentioned by Wordsworth, near Seathwaite].

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‘LADY THINGS’ 
by  Robyn Cumming

strangelfreak:

‘LADY THINGS’ 

by  Robyn Cumming

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