Sarah-Lambert Cook

Creatives, it is never too late to bring more of a good thing into the world. If you like something and feel discouraged because ‘there’s already too much ___,’ there’s not. Make more. We want your version, too.

These are the witching hours, the hours of magic, the time of ideas. The clock strikes one, and the single chime starts the spell: Oh, little artist, now you will be able to draw. Now the ideas will pour out of you. Now you will pen down ten thousand words in a hurry, and your head will snap up suddenly when the chimes strike thrice, and oh, oh, oh! Why so late again? 

But these are the witching hours. The hours of magic. Who else does magic belong to if not the artists, the writers, the poets, the lovers? Who else can be changed by the chimes?

Oops, left out 6/10 — it’s a little different. Just a micro essay.

Day 10/101

Dropping a few of these in late, so here’s a thread of them:

Days 5-9 (just one version of each. Will get back to 2 soon.)

Illustration of woman sitting with head in her hand before leaves that are gradually turning to ash.

In left corner: Illustration of woman sitting with head in her hand before leaves that are gradually turning to ash. The text over the rest reads: It feels rotten, doesn’t it? A strange disconnect, some sort of otherworldliness, a what-the-hell-is-going-on feeling that rolls through the flesh and burrows into the mind. In a burning hot summer, hotter than the last, and the next will be hotter still, and the rubbish bins overflow, plastic scattering in the breeze until it catches in the hedges and sage and lands in the rivers to sink down, down, down, we talk of all of this. How can it be that we See, know hope, and yet say Little Can Be Done? Everything can be done! We could live with less—live gladly with less, couldn’t we? Why is less mistaken for lack? Why is good framed as suffering? Why is excess confused with ease? The green curls in on itself and in a burning hot summer scatters to ash.

Day 4/101 of drawing + writing project — Cassandra's Curse. This one was born of frustrated thoughts and a conversation with a friend yesterday who was feeling this sense too.

Really wanting to keep sharing my 101 day project here, but also want to be clear that despite BlueSky auto-labeling some of my art “adult content” they have simply been figurative drawings and are not intended to be sexual.

Adult again, I see. I do NOT think that what you’ll find behind that is NSFW, but here we are 😆

Art of three female torso silhouettes against black background with marks from Niaux cave in France over them. Text reads: What if we were counting? What if we counted? What if our bodies bore these same marks? What if the marks were children our bodies bore? What if we ground the pigment? What if we held the brush?

Day 3/101 - three for three.
Symbols inspired by geometric marks in Niaux Cave in France. Thinking again on women and paleolithic cave art + mark making.

Drawing project where for 101 days I make art + write something with it

Sketch of a snail on a leaf eating

Sketch of a snail on a leaf eating. Text reads: I expected the dirt on my knees and hands and back from crawling into the narrow passage beneath the iron age village. I didn’t expect to have damp legs from kneeling for some time in the grass, watching a snail eat some leaves.

Day 2/101 making a drawing + writing everyday.

A wild snail eating.

Eehehe, adult content, eh? Alright. What a lovely start.

Left side is a drawing of a female silhouette in color against black with symbols from Lascaux cave drawn over. On the right, a poem reads: We go out, and we return, and we go out, and we return. It repeats over and over and over There is growth, There is loss, There is growth again We make marks, We lay down the charcoal, We pick it up again. Into the cave, Out of the cave, rubble falls, rubble is cleared, Into the cave again, It repeats over and over and over.

Left side is a drawing of a female silhouette in color against black with symbols from Lascaux cave drawn over. On the right, a poem reads: I am well, I am tired, I am well again. We go out, and we return. We grow, we experience loss. We make marks, we lay down the charcoal. We pick it up again. We return. We return. We return.

I’m starting a 101 draw + write challenge for myself. This is pretty much just exploratory. I need to see what can come from just cutting loose and doing it. Giving myself this mini framing will (hopefully) help.
1/101 - procreate - symbols inspired by Lascaux cave

#poetry #art #illustration

Guys 😭

Reconstruction of early medieval cashel at Cahercommaun near Kilnaboy, the Burren, Co Clare (by Conor McDermott, based on photo by National Monuments Service and other photoshopped images of houses, cattle, crops and landscape) This is what we think one early medieval ringfort might have looked like

Watercolor painting of six birds in an early spring box hedge as they all tussle with a piece of yarn caught in the branches. On the far right, the yarn transforms from being paint and is a real piece of yarn dangling on.

Glance back to this painting I finished in spring. “Entanglements in the Hedge.” Very caught lately in thinking about the strange way nature is often described as something one goes to. Like your body, your yard, your neighborhood isn’t nature—it’s separate. Nope.

This is the kind of news we need

Called my congressman who voted for the SAVE act.

Me: What documents will I need to vote if this passes?
Staffer: a DL and birth certificate.
Me: The documents don’t match
Staffer: Then a marriage certificate.
Me: Will my husband need the marriage certificate too?
Staffer: No
Me: See the problem?

6,500-year-old hunting weapons discovered Texas cave The weapons from a toolkit unearthed in Texas may be the earliest ever found in North America.

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Mini Collage and a short, hand written poem. The poem reads: No. There will be no bending. By the time the starlight reaches us, it is an ancient memory. The stars, which sing of my future from across an impenetrable past, have no concept of the river time can be… A yellow river, lit by sunlight. But time is a wheel I wear around my neck. It turns over with ancient voices and sings. No, there will be no bending.

Mix collab with @laurainspirit.bsky.social from this weekend. Collage by Laura and poem by me. (Text is in the alt text)

#art #poetry

This was SO much fun to do

Purple Cape marguerite flowers

Glorious, gorgeous, radiant color #flowers

Watching John Green channel all—ALL — of his fame and energy into constantly talking about the negligence of letting people die of TB…it actually makes me feel like I might cry a little. It’s powerful to see someone commit like that. Powerful and rare.

Stunning Antarctic Sea Creatures Discovered after Iceberg Breaks Away A calving iceberg exposed a region that never before had been seen by human eyes, revealing a vibrant, thriving ecosystem

In January, an iceberg broke off of Antarctica and some scientists happened to be right there and decided to go see what had been living below it. Kind of like turning over a rock to see what's wriggling underneath. (by @ashleybvigil.bsky.social) 🧪

Mmm, wonderful 😌🌳

The Unbelievable Scale of AI’s Pirated-Books Problem Meta pirated millions of books to train its AI. Search through them here.

NEW: LibGen contains millions of pirated books and research papers, built over nearly two decades. From court documents, we know that Meta torrented a version of it to build its AI. Today, @theatlantic.com presents an analysis of the data set by @alexreisner.bsky.social. Search through it yourself:

How Anatolia’s last hunter-gatherers pioneered copper metallurgy 9,000 years ago - Türkiye Today New findings in Anatolia show that hunter-gatherers were experimenting with copper metallurgy 9,000 years ago, reshaping our understanding of early technology.

Okay, this is big. Really.

New finds from SE Anatolia suggest that at Gre Fılla, #Diyarbakir, Neolithic hunter-gatherers experimented with copper #metallurgy ... 9,000 years ago!

Yes, that's the Pre-Poettery Neolithic we're talking about:

🏺 www.turkiyetoday.com/culture/how-...

Love the light through that teacup especially 😍

Drawing of a gnarled old tree trunk

An imagined tree

Zebras make for comfy flops

There's literaly an mRNA vaccine to treat pancreatic cancer in the works. It's shown promising results in a Phase 1 trial. Most people with pancreatic cancer are dead within 5 years. It's what killed Patrick Swayze.

Countries around the world support Ukraine after President Zelenskyy is disrespected by Clumpy and (JD)=Just dumb.