#tree folk

[chronivore]

[peikonlainen]

Random sketches out of mind hole. These truly are themed "no thoughts, just joy"

[amy---pearson]

Does anyone else see roots on the ground in the forest as a snake trail leading us on an adventure?

[tiffanyengland]

Who else loves tree folks? I did a little redesign with my seedling ents and I’m really loving them 

Email me if you’re interested in getting one of these littles as a tattoo: TiffanyModernCraftTattoo@gmail.com

[starinthebasement]

I had seen a figurine of "Bob Moss" on TikTok so now my brain has written out a side quest scenario for him.

You come across a grove next to the field overlook. On closer inspection the mounds of dirt or sculpted out like shelves holding little bowls full of colored liquid. Across from the earthen shelves sits a large easel made of fallen trees with a plank of bark resting on it. A low boom comes from the woods. Into the grove a large, slender, and silvery tree steps a little shocked to see you there. "Well hello little fella," he says bending over to greet you. A blue bird tweets from his shoulder as he does also signalling a welcome. "I am Bob Moss. Are you a friend who's come to paint with us?" You have many questions for Bob and his bird. He explains that the paints are from the flowers, berries, and water he has gathered. You ask about his choice of canvas. He explains, "The life of a tree is to never bring harm to our world or break the balance. The bark I paint on is from fallen friends or family. A small piece to keep with me whilst they recycle back to nature. I like to paint a happy memory I have with them to keep their spirits alive." He gestures to a rock face where many of the painted barks hang with beautiful sceneries.

Bon readily offers you any paint or natural ingredients he has gathered. His bird offers you a trinket or two in exchange for a trinket.

......

Later, you return to the once green grove only to find it ransacked and razed. Trees tore down, the easel lay shattered and kneeling in the middle is Bob. The floor of the grove is stained with colors from his shatter paint bowls. Overhead a line of smoke from a pile in front of the gentle ent. You lay a hand on his shoulder and hear the low chirp of his bird. Its eyes lay heavy and sad upon you. Rounding the top of Bob's head you see the smoldering remains of his paintings. Charred and destroyed in front of the ent. All but the one that he held in his hands. It smoked and was charred on the edges but was still whole. The large tree turned his head to face you. Eyes as soft as the skies over the mountains but as glossy as the streams stared at you. As the sappy tears ran down his face, in a low shaking voice he said, "I hope the hurt soul that did this finds peace in doing so."

[dollydharma]

[nuttystarfishdreamland]

[unknownorgan]

[lobsterfangirl]

having fun with inking brushes. I wanted to do a tree person who is more wiry and twisted, rather than the typical big, stoic type often seen.

[mamafidjar]

march 2022, shot by me

[chronivore]

[halloween-sweets]

[lackadaisycal-art]

Once upon a time...

[assassin1513]

🌲🖤Mystical Village🖤🌲

[bigfootboyband]

As Halloween approaches, I’ve been seeing many very talented makeup artists recreate the face of the bride in Tim Burton’s “The Corpse Bride.” I thought this would be a good oppertunity to make some art and remind one and all that the “The Corpe Bride” (known in some tellings as “The Finger” or “The Demon in the Tree”) is a beloved Jewish folktale. Folklorist Howard Schwartz traces the orgins of “The Finger” to 16th century Levant. Aftrer hundreds of years of retelling, the story, like all folktales, has undergone many iterations and also became highly informed by the violence of life in the Pale of Settlement (specifically towards women and young brides).

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[ed13d1]

finding my roots