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Birger Hansson-Böe (1900 - 1986) - Dusk Landscape by the Lake. 1938. Oil on panel.

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Ebro River Valley. Anastasia Trusova. 2024

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my voice is in my sword

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Ruprecht von Kaufmann (German, 1974) - Der Weisse Wal (The White Whale) (2024)

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vintage playing card back designs

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Emile Claus (Belgian, 1849-1924)

“Tree in the sun”,1900

Museum voor Schone Kunsten, Ghent

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Science is not based on a division between subject and object, but rather on attentiveness as a form of love. […] Just as love of a beloved stimulates our curiosity to know everything about them, so does love of the organism (or phenomena) evokes our desire for knowledge. [And] no organism can be too lowly to be worthy of love. Ingrith Deyrup-Olsen, a seventy-year-old professor of zoology at the University of Washington in Seattle, describes with delight the object of her research—slugs:

Most people think, “Slugs—yuk!” But I think that whenever you start to study an organism, you become overwhelmed by the beauty and complexity of it. I am always amazed and touched by the way these animals solve the  tremendous problems they have, which are always really basically the same as ours. I have come to have very strong respect and admiration for them, and I’ve also found it’s a wonderful area to involve nonscientists in. The minute you begin to show them that slugs are very complicated, interesting animals with their own needs and demands, people begin to look at them with very different eyes. I’m very moved by the slug’s ingenuity and tremendous drive to continue living. I think in the end this is what makes me go on, no matter how frustrating the experiments happen to be at that time.

— Linda Jean Shepherd, Lifting the veil: the feminine face of science

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mandatory Enterprise bridge crew team bonding through life or death baseball ^_^ prob cos of some evil computer again that’s also a big baseball fan idk

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odd flowers 🌺🌸🌷🌹🌼

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'I carry a lot of sins, like you do.' 'Not anywhere like I do.' 'Don't be so sure.' 'I'm pretty sure, young man.'

commission for @nyarlie, who requested an illustration of one of the most wizard moments of campaign 2 ever 😏 featuring a clean-shaven dirt wizard, which was very fun to paint! i don't draw Caleb without his signature scruff often, but he definitely makes such a handsome lad 🤭 this scene is one of my favorite for the way it characterizes both Caleb and Essek, and i was very happy to rewatch it several times as i worked on this painting.

the way i picture the ninth floor of Caleb's tower (and the space "inside" the beacons) might be a bit unconventional, but i am very much in love with the initial soft gray and starry imagery of dunamancy we had in c2, so it was a special treat for me to be allowed the creative freedom to paint it as such. thank you for commissioning me 💜

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Luis Caballero (Colombian, 1943-1995), Untitled, 1987. Mixed media on paper, 75 x 55 cm.

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Thierry Mugler SS89

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« Animals might see crisp detail at a distance, or nothing more than blurry blotches of light and shade. They might see perfectly well in what we’d call darkness, or go instantly blind in what we’d call brightness. They might see in what we’d deem slow motion or time-lapse. They might see in two directions at once, or in every direction at once. Their vision might get more or less sensitive over the span of a single day. Their Umwelt might change as they get older. Jakob’s colleague Nate Morehouse has shown that jumping spiders are born with their lifetime’s supply of light-detecting cells, which get bigger and more sensitive with age. “Things would get brighter and brighter,” Morehouse tells me. For a jumping spider, getting older “is like watching the sun rising." »

— Ed Yong, An Immense World

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‘Landscape, Gloucestershire’, Stanley Spencer, oil on canvas, 1940.

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Mahmoud Darwish, Life To The Last Drop

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Samuel John Lamorna Birch (1869-1955) - Summer Evening, The Still Pool, Deveron, near Rothiemay

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returning home by warren chang