#haven gallery

[c7-shiina]

●unscented mind

M3(273×160mm)

2023

[supersonicart]

C7's "Pareidolia Monomania."

Currently on view at Haven Gallery in Northport, New York is artist C7's solo exhibition, "Pareidolia Monomania."

C7 is a mixed media artist whose works are created with ink, coffee and acrylic medium on panel and explore the human condition as well as themes of life and death. Abstract yet representational, these drawings offer fragmented, patterned views of organisms offering new perspectives and understandings on both the macro and micro levels. Viscera intermingles with flora and fauna as our realities are reinvented and our inner worlds are turned inside out. Liminal spaces host entangled organisms, giving rise to psychological epiphanies and evolution of inner beings. C7 reveals her own emotions through exposing vulnerabilities of the inner psyche and dreamscapes where surrealistic expressions and timeless internal mechanics expose the detailed complexities of ourselves and the further fragmentation of it through our perspectives.

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[geekynerfherder]

Haven Gallery presents 'Siren's Heart', a solo art exhibition by Nadezda featuring six new oil paintings exploring the mythological siren in modernity.

The exhibition is on display until June 2 2024 at Haven Gallery, 50 Main St, Northport, NY 11768, open to the public for viewing, and on the Haven Gallery website.

[buridanova]

«Restless thoughts» Oil on wooden panel For ‘Serendipity’ exhibition at Haven Gallery [November 4 - December 3]

[laamb-sauce]

Been reading Set Your Sail lately and wondered what they'd look like as merponies... <3

[mr-laveau]

The brain worms have succeeded, Mason, my doll, my beloved, my sweetheart, apple of my eye, the bitch who wouldn't stop glaring at me for most of book 1–I love them so much

[moss-777]

Undine Rising from the Waters, Chauncy Ives, marble on a rouge pedestal, 1884

[hallowsden]

DC x DP Idea Thing #3

Voluntary Admissions AU

What if Danny voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum as a patient?

"Patient #10304-M, also known as, for his safety and security, Janus D. Astrophel. Voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum on [date is scratched off with a thick, green ink], having arrived in a rather critical and vulnerable position, both physical and mental."

Rumors often spread quickly in Arkham. After all, not much better things to do when you're locked up and deemed either crazy, dangerous or even both in the eyes of Gotham. So it wasn't a surprise when news spread like wildfire amongst inmates and patients inside those dreadful halls.

A new addition had joined the ranks of the madhouse. Voluntarily at that. Likely the youngest patient to roam these halls for a non-Gothamite at least. After all, no native Gothamite would willingly put themselves in such hell.

The newbie went by Janus Astrophel. Kid seemed anything but normal. Seemed like he'd fit in well with Gotham's brand of sickness after a bit. Then again, kid looks as fragile as a twig. Almost as skinny as Crane, creepy as him too. Gives off Freeze vibes though, oddly enough, with hints of Dent.

[Those types of comments were quickly picked up by the aforementioned rogues. Rather than start a scene, they took interest immediately after hearing more words of the newcomer.]

Astrophel's a meta, just from the collar he adorns on his neck. Seemed modified as well. Didn't look like the standard ones the super-powered rogues commonly wore. Nobody knew what power he had. Seemed like it helped him more than anything though.

[Some inmates recalled when Astrophel first arrived. Didn't have a collar the first day. Kid could barely stand and was bleeding profusely. Next day, kid looked better, wearing the collar everyone associates with him now. Some think it's like Freeze's suit in a way. No one said a word bout it after receiving a cold glare]

Thing was, it ain't just the collar or how sickly he seemed that caught people's eyes.

Scars. Kid's littered with them. Some managed to glimpse a multitude of what looks like surgery scars [vivisected was often echoed, especially from Quinn and Nygma], and others looked like he was zapped by lightning [Litchenberg Scars around the chest specifically]. Kid even wore some stitches where his joints were [Frankenstein was an insult for a brief moment before Dent flipped a coin and shit them up]. Some would've mistaken him for some sort of zombie, like Grundy, had it not been for the fact people had seen him breathe and bleed... Albeit, it was a toxic green rather than crimson red.

Rather discerning as it held a resemblance to certain Demon Head's waters...

Kid didn't talk much. He was polite and friendly, sure. Some of the rogues took a shine to him. He seemed scared, though, not that anybody blamed him. Arkham was filled with rogues who earned their titles and infamy for a reason. But he wasn't scared of others... No. Crane said the kid held a certain look of fear...

Astrophel was afraid of himself... Everyone can't help but wonder why.

[They later see a glimpse as to why after he saw Joker for the first time. Least to say, Quinn called dibs even though others would like to say otherwise]

[yuuugay]

let me paint u a scenario,

Caine enters his best friend's room with a spare key, that Ner, the *Hero* of Haven gave him. To gain the trust of said hero is one of life's greatest treasures.

While he entered, still with the familiar smell of oil and lemons wafting around the room. He saw the most beautiful thing a kids eyes could lay upon on.

It was majestic, metallic and still smelled like freshly forged iron. It had to be new. And it was just laying there, on the dusty floor!

A greatsword!

How grand that his friend owned such an item. There is no other choice for Caine other than to hold the item for himself, of course. Ner surely wouldn't mind, right? After all, they are two peas in a pod in a sea of cucumbers.

As Caine expected, it was heavier than any weapon he has held before. Not that Ner would let him hold a proper sword aside from wooden ones and small daggers. But Caine could handle it. What was the point of being trained by the *Hero* if his apprentice couldn't even handle a task such as holding a simple 'not that heavy' greatsword?

The door opens with a loud bang.

And there he was, the Hero of haven. Standing in front of the doorway with a scowl.

"Hey, Ner! Look what I fou-"

"Oh my fucking gods, Caine! NO!!!!"

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Knackered Yet Living | What They Had Done To Me

|| CONTENT WARNING || Malnutrition Abuse and Assault Aftermath Hickey Blood Scratches and Puncture Wounds

| Strictly Do Not Repost Without Credit, Steal, or Copy the Artwork |

[convexedconvrt]

Edvard Munch Self Portrait (Selvportrett), c. 1895

Lithographic crayon, tusche, and scraper, inscribed

Although Munch was just thirty-one years old when he created this self-portrait, he represented himself as a spectral figure, with bones at the bottom of the picture serving as a memento mori, or reminder of death. They are balanced by the artist's name and the date at the top of the image; together these details turn it into a kind of tombstone, or sepulchral tablet. Munch later stated, 'Sickness, insanity, and death were the dark angels standing guard at my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.' The darkness of the background allows the bones to appear to be those of the subject's arm, leaning on the picture's frame. The severed, floating head was a familiar motif in art around the turn of the twentieth century, signifying a split between the physical and spiritual worlds. x

[c7-shiina]

●night and day

M3(273×160mm)

2023

[supersonicart]

Annie Stegg Gerard's "The Garden Beyond."

Currently on view at Haven Gallery in Northport, New York is artist Annie Stegg Gerard's solo exhibition, "The Garden Beyond."

“The Garden Beyond” is a collection of oil paintings depicting mythological beings in lush, verdant forests as they peacefully cohabit the landscape with woodland creatures. Sprites, fae, naiads, dryads, sylphs, fairies and other fabled beings peacefully intermingle with animals, insects, flora and fauna, providing the viewer a glimpse into the worlds existing inside the trees, under the flowerbeds and in the recesses of the shrubs.

Arcadian landscapes teeming with Pre-Raphaelite influence are evoked through Stegg Gerard’s imaginative oeuvre of fairy-tale motifs and narratives, transporting viewers into worlds familiar, yet magical. Vast places we have not visited since our childhood, filled with wonder, story, harmony and companionship amidst all living beings.

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[geekynerfherder]

Haven Gallery presents 'The Hidden Grove', a solo art exhibition of works by Annie Stegg Gerard depicting mythological beings inspired by the writings of Hans Christian Anderson.

The exhibition is on display until June 2 2024 at Haven Gallery, 50 Main St, Northport, NY 11768, open to the public for viewing, and on the Haven Gallery website.

[teeth-draws]

Another post of my boy with messy lines and a white background ig lmao

[anvilsims]

Trevor and Maci took me to this new seafood place for my birthday. They were even nice enough to ask the waiter to not sing Happy Birthday. Ha!

Made the whole "going grey" business a lot more manageable. I also had to start wearing glasses. All those years of reading and writing essays finally catching up.

I like to think I'm still handsome despite all that.

A couple days later, Trevor and I were taking Daisy to the dog park when I ran into two fellow oldsters.

Their names were Rita and Issac.

I initially thought they were a couple but Issac was quickly to correct me. He and Rita were just good friends who had living together for ages. Neither of them settled down with a family.

They were both easy to talk to but Rita and I really hit it off.

We were both music lovers so we were able to chat for a long while about our favorite bands and musicians.

And here I was worried that I'd be out of place with the other elders.

A couple weeks later, Erika came for a visit!

She felt so bad that she wasn't able to see us when we last visited to meet Jean so she arranged a trip for herself.

We quickly caught up. Erika had been flourishing in Mt. Komorebi's extreme sports scene and Arturo was in the process of adopting another kid.

I told her about the birthday surprise from Trevor and Maci and about meeting Rita and Issac...

In fact I might have been a little too excited to talk about Rita.

"Oh? Is my eternally single old man falling in love?"

"Wha!?"

"Dad, I'm your eldest so I can say for sure that I have never heard you talk like this about your friends."

"*Sigh* Don't tell me that I finally found "the right one." I'd been hearing that since high school..."

"Dad, no! You know I'd never say that. I'm just saying that... well maybe you're demi rather than just ace. You just needed to build a strong emotional bond."

She had a point.

"Okay, I can tell you're still thinking about this. Give yourself some time to figure it out. I believe in you.~"

I thought about what Erika said the next time I invited Rita.

I'll admit that spending time with Rita felt a little different compared to past friends or even Issac.

I don't think it's sexual attraction. But things just kind of... click with her.

I still can't really picture myself as flirty or even *cough* enjoying some woohoo.

But I think there's... something between Rita and I.