There is solace in solitude, in the placid echo chamber of one’s own self—with gentle distance, embracing light, place rendered with airy grace and nostalgic care, 邦乔彦 brings beauty to the singular, wonder to aloneness amongst the wonders of the wider world.
There is solace in solitude, in the placid echo chamber of one’s own self—with gentle distance, embracing light, place rendered with airy grace and nostalgic care, 邦乔彦 brings beauty to the singular, wonder to aloneness amongst the wonders of the wider world.
There is solace in solitude, in the placid echo chamber of one’s own self—with gentle distance, embracing light, place rendered with airy grace and nostalgic care, 邦乔彦 brings beauty to the singular, wonder to aloneness amongst the wonders of the wider world.
An Illustration on the theme of Nostalgia! For 3DTotal’s new book, Beyond Art Fundamentals.
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I love these! I especially appreciate all the trees in the My Neighbor Totoro illustration
Sirin and Alkonost, the Birds of Joy and Sorrow, Viktor Vasnetsov
In Russian mythology and folklore, Sirin and Alkonost are mythological creatures with the head of a woman and the body of a bird. Sirin symbolizes sorrow, suffering and despair, while Alkonost happiness and hope. There are other bird creatures in Slavic mythology, including Gamayun (bird of prophecy), Obida (bird of misfortune), Firebird or Zhar-Ptitsa (bird of paradise), and Finist (bird of war).
Both chimeras have unusually beautiful voices. Although she sang to the saints foretelling future bliss, Sirin’s song was dangerous for humans. Hearing it, they’d forget about everything, try to pursue it, and eventually die. Hearing Alkonost’s exquisite, hypnotizing songs made people want to listen to nothing else.
Although the origins of these myths are not clear, they are thought to have their origins in Greek mythology. Sirin is most likely based on the Greek myth of the sirens, whose singing enticed sailors, causing their ships to perish in the sea. Alkonost is probably based on the Greek goddess Alcyone, daughter of Aeolus, who was changed into a kingfisher. [Source]
Vladimir Nabokov took “V. Sirin” as his nom de plume when he lived in Berlin
hey guys!
This is a little come back I think :)
I am figuring out what I want at the moment and right now I have a little time to breath and I really wanted to draw Opal again. (It was almost a month… I think)
So I sat down and drew some fanart again. I have to say the weather is much better and I made a compromise with myself that I don’t study illustration but first get a “normal job” so I can make a living and draw things I want to draw beside my job. I guess it’s the best way for me at the moment :) (and it takes so much pressure away from me)
It still feels a bit fragile but I am happy again. :)
To the drawing: I changed Opals hair a bit because why not :) Loving the rich girls hanging out together ♥
on the issue of racism, this is a great illustration.
minority racism towards white people is at most an inconvenience. a singular experience where their race works against them. a truly escapable type of experience because after it, they return to a society tilted in their favor. in fact, even during the experience, they never leave it. they never lose the advantage.
white racism towards minorities is systematic and destructive. we get jailed, shot dead, have our rights ignored, our rights slashed, neighborhoods targeted, job opportunities decreased, healthcare options constrained and more. all these things work together to create a understandable hatred towards whites. a hatred born out of pain, experience, oppression and disenfranchisement. a hatred that makes way more sense than white racism which is born out ignorance. a hatred that is fueled by the knowledge that whites, even those who swear to not be racist, by their actions and words perpetuate the system of oppression. their words of solidarity ring hallow.
i for one have never trusted easily but white people have a even harder time gaining my trust. very very few do. what’s most disheartening is when you extend that trust only to be betrayed. i had that happen to me a few months ago. that cut was deep but it was a learning experience. 99.99999% of whites are programmed to hate us. that’s just the truth.
As a white woman I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share this because it made me sad and uncomfortable. Then I realized that’s exactly why I need to share it.
love women who dont subscribe to modesty like at all… when someone tells them they’re good at something and they like “yeah i am” “i know” that’s so hot
