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Need to go back to what really matters in this twisted and torn-apart reality. #sketchbook #drawing #personal
Jól is the night that listens.
At the heart of winter, when time slows, the light withdraws in order to return.
The Jól goat is the guardian of the threshold:
ancient strength, fertility, protection.
The carved sun does not shine yet it promises.
Blessed Jól 🌲
#yule #christmas #festive #paganism
At the heart of winter, when time slows, the light withdraws in order to return.
The Jól goat is the guardian of the threshold:
ancient strength, fertility, protection.
The carved sun does not shine yet it promises.
Blessed Jól 🌲
#yule #christmas #festive #paganism
December 22, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Jól is the night that listens.
At the heart of winter, when time slows, the light withdraws in order to return.
The Jól goat is the guardian of the threshold:
ancient strength, fertility, protection.
The carved sun does not shine yet it promises.
Blessed Jól 🌲
#yule #christmas #festive #paganism
At the heart of winter, when time slows, the light withdraws in order to return.
The Jól goat is the guardian of the threshold:
ancient strength, fertility, protection.
The carved sun does not shine yet it promises.
Blessed Jól 🌲
#yule #christmas #festive #paganism
Getting into a festive mood or at least trying to. Let's honour this period of the year most appropriately, cherish what we have and plan for the future.
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#yule #festiveseason #paganart #folklore #artdaily
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#yule #festiveseason #paganart #folklore #artdaily
December 13, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Getting into a festive mood or at least trying to. Let's honour this period of the year most appropriately, cherish what we have and plan for the future.
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#yule #festiveseason #paganart #folklore #artdaily
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#yule #festiveseason #paganart #folklore #artdaily
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Art by • Bruno Biazotto
November 7, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Art by • Bruno Biazotto
Finally got back to drawing on a daily basis. Nothing spectacular but it keeps my mind at bay from overthinking.
Mental health is something that shouldn't be underestimated and we must give ourselves a high level of priority for wellness and self-care preservation. #mentalhealth #drawing
Mental health is something that shouldn't be underestimated and we must give ourselves a high level of priority for wellness and self-care preservation. #mentalhealth #drawing
November 7, 2025 at 7:14 AM
Finally got back to drawing on a daily basis. Nothing spectacular but it keeps my mind at bay from overthinking.
Mental health is something that shouldn't be underestimated and we must give ourselves a high level of priority for wellness and self-care preservation. #mentalhealth #drawing
Mental health is something that shouldn't be underestimated and we must give ourselves a high level of priority for wellness and self-care preservation. #mentalhealth #drawing
Prepare to celebrate #halloween and the #spookyseason with your friends, family and hidden ghosts. #pencildrawing #sketchbook #rhuneforge
October 23, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Prepare to celebrate #halloween and the #spookyseason with your friends, family and hidden ghosts. #pencildrawing #sketchbook #rhuneforge
Dissolution
The water was liquid memory, a shifting mosaic. Bodies slipped within and opened like decayed blossoms, unravelled into whirlpools, into hands drifting like severed roots. A face, suspended between surface and abyss, gazed without movement. There was no pain, only the slow inevitability.
The water was liquid memory, a shifting mosaic. Bodies slipped within and opened like decayed blossoms, unravelled into whirlpools, into hands drifting like severed roots. A face, suspended between surface and abyss, gazed without movement. There was no pain, only the slow inevitability.
September 4, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Dissolution
The water was liquid memory, a shifting mosaic. Bodies slipped within and opened like decayed blossoms, unravelled into whirlpools, into hands drifting like severed roots. A face, suspended between surface and abyss, gazed without movement. There was no pain, only the slow inevitability.
The water was liquid memory, a shifting mosaic. Bodies slipped within and opened like decayed blossoms, unravelled into whirlpools, into hands drifting like severed roots. A face, suspended between surface and abyss, gazed without movement. There was no pain, only the slow inevitability.
Today I was trying to go back to some ideas I sketched some time ago. I don't know yet what to do with this but I'm tempted to make it bigger and try watercolour. What do you think about it?
August 16, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Today I was trying to go back to some ideas I sketched some time ago. I don't know yet what to do with this but I'm tempted to make it bigger and try watercolour. What do you think about it?
Need to go back to what really matters in this twisted and torn-apart reality. #sketchbook #drawing #personal
July 30, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Need to go back to what really matters in this twisted and torn-apart reality. #sketchbook #drawing #personal