Let’s pretend every brush stroke is a metaphor for whatever you want. Don’t laugh, I will get better at this whole painting thing.

This are such beautiful drawings. OMG. I love these.




OUT of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.



William Ernest Henley


The Blood Of a Pomegranate ~ Stephen Mackey


The Blood Of a Pomegranate ~ Stephen Mackey


une maison en Provence…petit coin de rêverie


The Dance of the Winds - scanned from an old magazine (via: L. Michaud on Pinterest)

Artemis:  Warren B. Davis is an American painter and illustrator, 1865–1928.


"The small bird"

Paris 1946

Dirk de herder


Les Champs Elysées - flowers street vendor

Paris 1952

Henri Cartier-Bresson