#nature pattern

[aworldofpattern]

Fan Bingbing at the Cannes Film Festival 2023, wearing Butterfly dress, RIN by Chung Thanh Phong.

[booksmyquerencia]

photo courtesy - @booksmyquerencia

August 25, 2024

When they say life must go on, I wonder what kind of life they mean. It’s not life they’re living; it’s a show—a sartorial parade, a spectacle for the people, of the people, by the people. A show of money, of fleeting interests, of agendas dressed in fine fabrics. Is this what they call life, or is it just a rat parade, where we’re all racing towards an unseen never-ending finish line?

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Between takeoff and landing, we are each suspended in animation—a pause between the chapters of our lives. When I look out at the world, it's reduced to a flat projection, where mountain ranges are merely wrinkles in the continental skin. Oblivious to our passage overhead, other stories unfold beneath us. Blackberries ripen under the August sun, a woman hesitates at her doorway with a suitcase in hand, a letter is opened, and a surprising photograph slides out, capturing a moment of pure, unfiltered truth.

But we’re moving too fast, too far away; all the stories escape us, save for our own.As I turn away from the window, those stories recede, disappearing into the two-dimensional map of green and brown below. They vanish like a trout into the shade of an overhanging bank, leaving us staring at the surface of the water, questioning if we ever saw them at all ???

Robin Wall Kimmerer, Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses

[msdanigart]

The Underwater Cave of the Sea Worms- By Ms. Dani G Art- 2023

One of my favourite pieces of 2023! This was another funky shape experiment, like a complete experiment. I had no idea what I was going to paint, I just wanted to use some new paint that I got. (one of those paints being the green-blue base of this painting)

It came into its own as I added to it and I adore the final piece!

If I don't sell this any time soon, I'm going to get it professionally framed and submit it for a gallery show! But if you wanna snatch it up...

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[halljavalge]

Source: https://www.pinterest.com/emmabridgewater/

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ - Emma Bridgewater´ s bird tins

[eleonoramills-blog]

June 24, 2020

[blonde-wednesday-art]

Silly little mushroom pattern

[oliviasalvatore-rb]

Tropical Leaf Seamless Pattern

[simpleglyphs]

Seamless sunflower patterns.

[vivid-asphodelia]

\\English Below//

Au seuil

Les doigts tachés de crépuscule

je sors parmi les ornières

les sentiers flagellés de hêtres

les salissures de l’humus

les flaques boueuses

sous mes pieds et mes narines

c’est la terre qui saisit mes pas

Je vais au plus profond

abri de ronces

griffes déployées

Je ne m’aventure que là

où les esprits le veulent

écharpée aux rosaires et autres crucifix

j’ai délaissé les Pater

les pardons péremptoires

et sauvé de l’oubli

les ferveurs enfantines

ancien et sauvage

est le temps d’avant

aux merveilles cachées dans le sable et les brumes

Suivre le chemin des lacs

Il m’a fallu renouer

aux galets éloquents

que vent sel pluie soleil

érodent

parcourir les flancs des montagnes millénaires

suivre les contours

ex-voto gravés

déités dont seule la pierre

se souvient

J’ai réappris à entendre

le cri du renard

compter les morceaux de laines offerts

aux rudes branches

prunelliers et aubépines

à chaque croisement

faire le choix de l’Autre Monde

J’effiloche les fils pleins d’agilité

qu’entrecroisent incantations et philtres

toujours dans le sillage

des êtres sans corps à l’odeur de pins

et d’eau souterraine

L’espace se meut

au seuil je me tiens

entre l’arche des frondaisons

ferme et sans bruit

ancrée ancestrale

et la nuée de cailloux

Devenir racine

tubéreuse ou galbanum

devenir feuille

armoise ou achillée

devenir fleur

narcisse ou belladone

Que je n’ai jamais quittée

La peau et les os

les herbes me consacrent

œil et dent

les herbes me bénissent

chair et souffle

les herbes creusent l’extase

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Treshold

I go out among the ruts

Fingers stained with twilight

beech scourged paths

the dirt of humus

muddy puddles

under my feet and nostrils

it's the earth that grips my steps

I go to the deepest

shelter of brambles

claws outstretched

I venture only where

where the spirits will

scarred by rosaries and crucifixes

I've abandoned the Pater

peremptory pardons

and saved from oblivion

childish fervors

old and wild

is the time before

with wonders hidden in sand and mist

Follow the path of lakes

I had to reconnect

to the eloquent pebbles

that wind salt rain sun

erode

traverse the slopes of thousand-year-old mountains

follow the contours

engraved votive offerings

deities remembered only in stone

remember

I've relearned to hear

the cry of the fox

to count the pieces of wool offered

to the rough branches

blackthorn and hawthorn

at every crossroads

choosing the Other World

I unravel the agile threads

that intertwine incantations and philtres

always in the wake

of bodiless beings with the scent of pines

and underground water

Space moves

on the threshold I stand

firm and silent

ancestral anchored

between the arch of foliage

and the cloud of pebbles

Becoming root

tuberose or galbanum

become leaf

mugwort or yarrow

become flower

narcissus or belladonna

That I have never left

Skin and bones

herbs consecrate me

eye and tooth

herbs bless me

flesh and breath

herbs dig ecstasy

[billionneuronscurious]

Grass that looks like fireworks (under evening sunlight).

[nemfrog]

"Section of a dew-laden orb-web. (Magnified.)" The Popular science monthly. May 1890.

Internet Archive

[yellydany]

Nightmare Scarecrow Design commission🍂🐦

[kristo-flowers]

beech branches reflecting in water

[entomologize]

Fun fact: the stingless bees Tetragonula carbonaria can make beautiful spiral structures in their hives to house their young!

Source: Tim Heard, for a paper on how this mimics crystal growth

[eleonoramills-blog]

Natural embroidery 🪡. Source: pinterest