My save haven.
Ravens and Doves are welcome.
The poetry & prose say it all. My own personal renaissance.
A time of development.
An enlightenment of age.
_NSFW_Lola Dupré is a collage artist and illustrator currently working near Avignon in the south of France. From 2000 to 2011, she worked in Glasgow, Scotland, at the Chateau Studios and then from the Chalet Studios. With scissors, glue, and whole lot of patience, Dupré creates unique visual landscapes that are inspired, humorous, and aesthetically pleasing. Recent clients and collaborators include, Nike + Doubleday & Cartwright, New York Magazine, Flair Magazine Italia and Die Welt.
Who is this faerie
Who doth stand
so still amidst the weeds
She is a fair one,
yet rarely is she so meek
to reveal the face we all seek
To reach for mine hand
and watch her world proceed
The woods that are around us
the creatures that surround us
They look beyond what can be seen…
[falling, flittering, glittering seeds
waters rushing and winds gushing
shooting—- is the scene;
my blood is spilled, against the trees so rough
I ask you, how many gallons until the atonement is enough
I have raped, murdered, and thieved deep into the night
pillaged the solemn woods, for a thought I thought right]
What will be and what is, in the eyes of the child
are as a faerie’s, at nature; wild
that faerie, that drags her arm up
points her finger to make it all the same
shoots her gaze at us and drowns us with the blame
I’ll take this pen and pierce my veins
I’ll dip the nib into my ink
I’ll tear apart the martyrs and saints
with words like fire, and waters, I’ll think
and in thinking there’s not a single wasted flow
no sobs or sighs gone down a sink, no sour voice or bitter note
No lost language or single faded word;
our words shall be a spell to soar with the birds
To reverberate and surge
to writhe, grow, live and purge
and when the binding begins to smell of sweets
it’ll have no place upon the shelves,
let its pages flutter amongst the crowded streets
and remind us of ourselves
Crack open young minds, and knock on the doors of the old
remind all souls of the warmth of humans
to not run and lock themselves away
to revere the written and spoken, remember it is no sin to sway
cults and poli have sworn in faith and lies,
The hidden and choke-n have no tongues to tie
no sparks of wisdom, only to consume and die
Words are to be shared, just as we share the air and water
the greatest gift aside from love, are the gifts that are for all
we are meant to be one tribe, with stories and hearts,
such a people could never fall
So, I ask you, what will you give to the world?
Know what you have to say, and that you have worth
don’t waste this beautiful blue ball we call:
Hyper Realistic Pencil Drawings byJono Dry
South African artist Jono Dry creates awesome large-scale pencil drawings, many of which are a beautiful blend of photorealistic style and surrealistic subject matter. A completely self-taught and very meticulous artist, Jono sometimes spends months on a single piece in order to achieve such an astonishing level of detail.