#tree woman

[solar--ium]

Jac, THE Demon King, Embodiment of Spring, The Hearth, The Devil (from the bible), The Stag My main lady. My Tree woman

[starship-papilio]

Fuck it, I'm doing blackout poetry now with withdrawn library books. I guess suggestions on how to do it better are welcome, I feel like blotting it half an "n" was cheating, or at least ambiguous.

[Alt: a blackout poem reading "tree woman who are you"]

[mymythsandmonsters]

Tree Man and Tree Woman

[bearoutofmind]

Where nobody sees

Regular version under the cut

[lovingluke]

[illustratus]

The Solitary Walk by Hubert Robert

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Maximilian Lenz (1860-1948) "A Song of Spring" (1913) Symbolism

[preraphaelitepaintings]

Narcissus

Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849–1917)

Date: 1912

Material: Oil on canvas

Collection: Private collection

Description

John William Waterhouse is very famous for his use of the Pre-Raphaelite style. Most of his pieces express classical mythology, historical subjects, and British poetry. He is known for his great proficiency in oils and watercolors. Narcissus was exhibited at the Royal Academy in 1912.

The exquisite oil painting on canvas displays a woman picking flowers in a field. According to the Greek mythology by Ovid, Narcissus was the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. Narcissus had been promised to live to an old age if only he would not look at his reflection, and so he rejected all women who fell in love with him and would not look at himself. Eventually, he was subdued by Echo, a woman who was deeply hurt by his rejection that she caused the Goddess Nemesis to strike Narcissus that he may look at his reflection in a pool and fall in love with himself. Narcissus then looked at his reflection in the pool till he died.

This story gives origin to the narcissus flower, which grew where Narcissus died. The flower grows almost anywhere but prefers well-drained soil with a sunny or light shade environment. The masterpiece of oil on canvas is set in a beautiful wooded landscape, seemingly with a stream and rocky edges. Wildflowers grow there too, and a young lady is bent picking them. Her countenance is downcast in the flowers. In her other hand, she holds a bunch of already picked flowers. She is dressed in a red dress, perhaps to symbolize love or a burning passion. The flowers she is picking are the narcissus flowers. Waterhouse was always keen to use colours, patterns, and simple objects for symbols of the old mythologies. The Narcissus would be no different. This wonderful work of art brings out his genius with the oils on canvas as he seemingly brings every aspect to life as rich in meaning.

Waterhouse was much influenced and inspired by Greek Mythology and works by Homer, Ovid, Shakespeare, and Keats, among other famous writers and poets from the time. His most common theme from these sources was femme fatale, the woman who ensnares a man. Most of Waterhouse's subjects were women from Greek Mythology, historical or literary texts. Often, he used live models, family, and friends to be his subjects, creating a great mix of the old and new as he used symbolism from the mythologies around current

[evalcea]

The Kelpie

Herbert James Draper

oil on canvas, 1913

Lady Lever Art Gallery

[ecoharbor]

📍Oulanka National Park, Lapland, Finland 🇫🇮

[classic-art-favourites]

May Morning by Charles Courtney Curran, 1908.

[tarotwithavi]

God is a woman. And I have proof.

Not the kind of proof that fits neatly into textbooks or scriptures but the kind you feel in your lungs when you breathe in fresh air, the kind that soaks into your skin when it rains, the kind that feeds you, shelters you, holds you, without asking for anything in return.

Mother Nature.

She is the only god who has never hidden from us. She has never demanded worship only respect. She provides everything: air, water, food, beauty, life. Silently. Constantly. Unconditionally

And yet, she is the one we ignore. We pollute her, poison her, cut her open and call it “progress.” While praying to invisible gods men told us to believe in , god that look suspiciously like them, think like them, rule like them.

Because maybe they couldn’t bear the truth that the most divine force in this world was never male. That creation itself has always been feminine. That the real god was a mother, not a king. They wrote her out of the story. Buried her under temples and guilt and rules.

But she’s still here. In every tree. Every wave. Every breeze. She’s never left us.

God is a woman.

And you’ve known her all your life. she exists inside you and around you.

[may12324]

Sabran and the White Wyrm - from The Priory of the Orange Tree.

[chlobody]

SWALLOWED BY THE TREES [ shot by @ohseephotography ]

[eyesforgrace]

Miki Nanri

[galleryofart]

A Garden

Artist: Albert Moore (English, 1841���1893)

Date: 1869

Medium: OIl on Canvas

Collection: TATE Britain

Description

Albert Moore was influenced by Japanese art. He produced decorative and subtly coloured pictures. He focuses on the colour, texture and movement of draped fabric on the woman’s costume. Art critic Sidney Colvin said Moore’s subjects were ‘merely a mechanism for getting beautiful people into beautiful situations.’ Moore used the flower-like symbol at the bottom of the picture as a signature.