Candida

A dresser inside a museum in New York City has been discovered as a secret stop on the Underground Railroad — the first of its kind discovered in Manhattan in over 100 years

Benito is a threat b/c he makes art so alluring and enjoyable you want to understand everything about it and then you end up learning about sugar and slavery and colonialism and the Taínos and Hawaii and then you probably have some thoughts of your own, and that's why art is powerful and dangerous

A mari in caldwell higgings style with bubbles and flowers and stars manifesting her cloak

An attempt at Mari ‘ing up the Caldwell Higgins picture

Map and address for St Mary’s Church, Swaffham, Norfolk, UK.

St Mary’s is only 10 minutes from me and has some beautiful wall paintings 😊

a hooded crone figure enmeshed in bramble with bramble coming from their mouth and from within their hood. Pencil drawing with applied colour.

The Green Grandmother of Hookland.
Brambles are timeless and persistent.

I love peanut butter as well, I can’t wait to try them all.

That’s amazing, thank you so much! 😊

The fire 🔥

As a newly gluten free person, would it be cheeky to ask if the recipe be readily available? I am struggling 😝😭

The rage you are feeling comes from the same place inside your heart as the love. This is why you refuse to accept a world where cruelty reigns, and the fire consumes all. You have known hope and joy and kindness like you have known water. And justice is a river that demands you do not give up on it. Nikita Gill

A horse skull with lilies as a haed dress. Bat wings are at the bottom of its jaw a snake in ouroborous style is a circular border

Here is an actual attempt at a memento mari ;)

Goodnight from Brighthaven’s Princess Caroline Hotel, gaunt and uneasy on a night when its ghosts outnumber its guests. Goodnight from Chris Bowland, encountering the plough light spilling through the windows of St. Berenwald’s as a profound blessing. Goodnight from Hookland.

Hi #portfolioday

I am someone who continually flogs undead horses, specifically the Welsh Mari Lwyd in my artwork. If you ever need an undead horse, I’m here to fulfill that need

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Post from Amanda Gorman’s Instagram that says amandascgorman Minneapolis, Minnesota For Renee Nicole Good Killed by ICE. on January 7, 2026 by Amanda Gorman They say she is no more, That there her absence roars, Blood-blown like a rose. Iced wheels flinched & froze. Now, bare riot of candles, Dark fury of flowers, Pure howling of hymns. If for us she arose, Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief, Crouches our power, The howl where we begin, Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater Of the worst of what we've been. Change is only possible, & all the greater, When the labour & bitter anger of our neighbors Is moved by the love * better angels of our nature.

Amanda Gorman wrote this poem for Renee Good and that’s it for me tonight.

Cone nebula | Christmas tree taken from my terrace

Cone nebula | Christmas tree (NGC2264) - This is still a work in progress. I’ve been imaging this nebula for about three weeks, fitting it in between unstable weather and other projects running in parallel.
This is the emission signal mostly due to ionized hydrogen (Hɑ) >>>

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#Astrophotography

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Screwdriver- Mystery Jets

Hate masquerading as pride
Say you got God on your side
But you ain't why Jesus died

In the staff room at lunch, we all commented on how the children were happy with the hard frosts and walking to school in the cold. This seemed to be largely down to a belief it was keeping the Wood Sprite known as Gore Knuckles in hibernation. – Joanna Vickers, diary entry January 6th, 1982

Who is your favorite shitty athlete? Someone who just wasn’t as good as everybody else bless them but you have a lot of affection for

A mari in a blue cloak with a staff and snow falling behind

An icy mari

Here comes a Hollowing Man
To empty all of your insides out
Here comes the Stuffing Man
To have a good rummage about
For you are his child
Stuffed with straw and bone
For you are his child
Stuffed with teeth and stone

- Trad. Hookland nursery rhyme

Chalk and flint houses with a thin layer of snow, the sky is blue behind them.

It’s the tiniest amount, but we got snow!! ❄️ After living in Bavaria I miss it so much 😊

Oh goodness, that’s awful.

This makes sense, shipping is so expensive 😕 Seeing my booklet every month brings me so much joy 😊

A little mari reading a booklet with the caption Digital Montly booklets only available on patreon

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A poem for our times, by Hayley DeRoche

A little mari holding a mari lwyd, little mari is underneath the cloak of the bigger mari

Little Mari going out for a stroll with an older Mari to make mischief

Reposting as unfortunately I am an ocean away, but I love this book!

OF THE EMPIRE We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if at all about the quality of life for people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a commodity. And they will say that this structure was held together politically, which it was, and they will say also that our politics was no more than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of the heart, and that the heart, in those days, was small, and hard, and full of meanness.

Ever relevant, this poem by Mary Oliver, especially today.

She just wants to join in 🥰