magictransistor:

'Tree of Life' screen, Sidi Sayyid mosque in the city of Ahmadabad (Western India).

Lotus ceiling, carved from stone, Eastern Rajasthan (Northeastern Madhya Pradesh), 11th-12th century, India.

Qutb Minar (قطب, क़ुतुब), Alai Darwaza, Qutub complex. Qutab, Mehrauli in Delhi, [Mamluk Dynasty]; India 1192 AD.

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eightofive:

Willard Metcalf: Summer Night, 1910.

eightofive:

Willard Metcalf: Summer Night, 1910.

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magictransistor:

Oskar Schlemmer. Das Triadische Ballett. 1924.

Version from 1970

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nemfrog:

A wreath of interlocking nesting birds is bordered by four zones showing a pattern of tiny pale green speckled eggs floating among displays of large pale green feathers. The Home Life of Wild Birds. 1901.

nemfrog:

A wreath of interlocking nesting birds is bordered by four zones showing a pattern of tiny pale green speckled eggs floating among displays of large pale green feathers. The Home Life of Wild Birds. 1901.

la-journee:

Deborah Turbeville - Series Women in the Wood

la-journee:

Deborah Turbeville - Series Women in the Wood

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beautyandterrordance:

She was tall, attractive. Young, I think. She didn’t speak much, as I remember, but she was…fashionable, via karloffs.

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bijoux-et-mineraux:

Hematoid Quartz - Echassières, Allier, France

bijoux-et-mineraux:

Hematoid Quartz - Echassières, Allier, France

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Even at the Mysteries, he could never get warm,
crowded into the dark with the kist and the serpent,
the smart of pennyroyal on his tongue like a word
he had forgotten to say. Like a frostline in the soil,
the plunge of a colder sea … The sun silvered his hair
like olive leaves, the dry months burnt him browner
than Attic earth; the thin snows fell on Parnes
and he shivered even in the white arms of his bride,
the barley-plaited girl who sang round the well-head
like his elder sisters so long ago, the fallow year
a wanderer sowed blessings in the Eleusinian fields
and burnished him with her touch, an archaic mask
of gold. Like the daimon of his house, the glittering
awn, and still the old nightmare flickered up in him
at an ember’s breath: the fire that smelt of incense,
the shapes falling like a handful of tears, of poppies
and mare’s tails, of a girl’s face and stalks of corn
that glowed like scepters in the unwithering flames.
He had rested so soundly in her old woman’s arms,
his child’s length measured in her lap. The hall
in the shadows that leapt like stooks, the sparks
chaff-tumbling up about them, threshings of godhead,
her seedhead crown. And his mother’s hands dragging him
like a brand from the cinders, blackened, beaten out:
cold running in his veins like time. Yet imperishable
honor will be on him always
. A garland of myrtle
at a hero’s tomb, the north wind and the autumn rain
like aulos and kithara for the stitching of songs
he would shatter to the winds if his wife’s arms
would warm him, his children’s bones not shine
like a killing frost, if he could wake a serf,
a slave, memoryless as a ghost, the king’s tall son
and fair as harvest, goddess-dandled, lucky, lost.

Homeric Hymn to Demophoon —  Sonya Taaffe. (via cerasiferae)

Even at the Mysteries he could never get warm

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kaisergeiser:

Quoth the raven,
brushie brushie.

kaisergeiser:

Quoth the raven,

brushie brushie.

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nemfrog:

Fig. 646. Dissection of head of horse. 1914.

nemfrog:

Fig. 646. Dissection of head of horse. 1914.

fuckyeahvintageillustration:

Cover design for ‘Wiener Mode’, a viennese fashion magazine by Julius Klinger, ca. 1926.
Source

fuckyeahvintageillustration:

Cover design for ‘Wiener Mode’, a viennese fashion magazine by Julius Klinger, ca. 1926.

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY