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Pascal Tourain ou l’homme tatoué ^^

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anachronisticfairytales:

Simon Quaglio

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Simon Quaglio

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ellenkushner:

faeryhearts:

I am beautiful, you say, sublime,Black and crystal as a Winter’s night,With lips like rubies, cabochon,My eyes deep blue as sapphires.I cannot blame you for your praise:You took me for my beauty, after all;A jewel in a casket, still as death,A lovely effigy, a Prince’s prize,The fairest in the land.But you woke me, or your horses did,Stumbling as they bore me down the path,Shaking the poisoned apple from my throat.And now you say you love me, and would wed meFor my beauty’s sake. My cursed beauty.Will you hear now why I curse it?It should have been my mother’s – it had been,Until I took it from her.I was fourteen, a flower newly blown,My mother’s faithful shadow and her joy.I remember combing her hair one day,Playing for love her tire-woman’s part,Folding her thick hair strand over strandInto an ebon braid, thick as my wrist,And pinned it round and round her headInto a living crown.I looked up from my handiwork and sawOur faces, hers and mine, caught in the mirror’s eye.Twin white ovals like repeated moonsBright amid our midnight hair. Our eyesLike heaven’s bowl; our lips like Autumn berries.She frowned a little, lifted hand to throat.Turned her head this way and then the other.Our eyes met in the glass.I saw what she had seen: her hair white-threaded,Her face and throat fine-lines, her eyes softenedLike a mirror that clouds and cracks with age;While I was newly silvered, sharp and clear.I hid my eyes, but could not hide my knowledge.Forty may be fair; fourteen is fairer still.She smiled at my reflection, cold as glass,And then dismissed me thankless.Not long after, the Huntsman came, bearingA knife, a gun, a little box, to tell meMy mother no longer loved me. He spared me, though,Unasked, because I was too beautiful to kill.And the seven little men whose houseI kept that Winter and the following year,They loved me for my beauty’s sake, my beautyThat cost me my mother’s love.Do you think I did not know her,Ragged and gnarled and stooped like a wind-bent tree,Her basket full of combs and pins and laces?Of course I took her poisoned gifts. I wantedTo feel her hands combing out my hair,To let her lace me up, to take an appleFrom her hand, a smile from her lips,As when I was a child.— Snow White To The Prince, by Delia Sherman.[Artwork: Snow White, by Jasmin Darnell.]

Copyright © 1995 by Delia Sherman. The poem first appeared in The Armless Maiden, published by Tor Books. It may not be reproduced in any form without the author’s express written permission.
What gorgeous artwork!!!!
Also see Polly Peterson’s reply poem, The Prince to Snow White, published by Terri Windling’s Endicott Studio.

ellenkushner:

faeryhearts:

I am beautiful, you say, sublime,
Black and crystal as a Winter’s night,
With lips like rubies, cabochon,
My eyes deep blue as sapphires.
I cannot blame you for your praise:
You took me for my beauty, after all;
A jewel in a casket, still as death,
A lovely effigy, a Prince’s prize,
The fairest in the land.

But you woke me, or your horses did,
Stumbling as they bore me down the path,
Shaking the poisoned apple from my throat.
And now you say you love me, and would wed me
For my beauty’s sake. My cursed beauty.
Will you hear now why I curse it?
It should have been my mother’s – it had been,
Until I took it from her.

I was fourteen, a flower newly blown,
My mother’s faithful shadow and her joy.
I remember combing her hair one day,
Playing for love her tire-woman’s part,
Folding her thick hair strand over strand
Into an ebon braid, thick as my wrist,
And pinned it round and round her head
Into a living crown.
I looked up from my handiwork and saw
Our faces, hers and mine, caught in the mirror’s eye.
Twin white ovals like repeated moons
Bright amid our midnight hair. Our eyes
Like heaven’s bowl; our lips like Autumn berries.
She frowned a little, lifted hand to throat.
Turned her head this way and then the other.
Our eyes met in the glass.

I saw what she had seen: her hair white-threaded,
Her face and throat fine-lines, her eyes softened
Like a mirror that clouds and cracks with age;
While I was newly silvered, sharp and clear.
I hid my eyes, but could not hide my knowledge.
Forty may be fair; fourteen is fairer still.
She smiled at my reflection, cold as glass,
And then dismissed me thankless.

Not long after, the Huntsman came, bearing
A knife, a gun, a little box, to tell me
My mother no longer loved me. He spared me, though,
Unasked, because I was too beautiful to kill.
And the seven little men whose house
I kept that Winter and the following year,
They loved me for my beauty’s sake, my beauty
That cost me my mother’s love.

Do you think I did not know her,
Ragged and gnarled and stooped like a wind-bent tree,
Her basket full of combs and pins and laces?
Of course I took her poisoned gifts. I wanted
To feel her hands combing out my hair,
To let her lace me up, to take an apple
From her hand, a smile from her lips,
As when I was a child.
Snow White To The Prince, by Delia Sherman.


[Artwork: Snow White, by Jasmin Darnell.]

Copyright © 1995 by Delia Sherman. The poem first appeared in The Armless Maiden, published by Tor Books. It may not be reproduced in any form without the author’s express written permission.

What gorgeous artwork!!!!

Also see Polly Peterson’s reply poem, The Prince to Snow White, published by Terri Windling’s Endicott Studio.

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yoannlossel:

[ENG] Sold/Vendu

“La Morrigan” - Oil and gold leaf on wooden board - 21,6/17,7”

This illustration will be part of the exhibition “Quoth the Raven”, visible in Seattle from january 11th in the Krab Jab Studio. A show with the participation of : Drew Tucker, Echo Chernik, Jeff Menges, Olivier Villoingt, Samuel Araya, Socar Myles, Stephanie Law, Allen Williams and more —-> http://www.krabjabstudio.com/



The Fine Art prints of ”La Morrgian” are available here:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/173629165/la-morrigan-fine-art-prints-prints-are?ref=shop_home_feat

Or here for the deluxe version:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/173629013/la-morrigan-deluxe-edition-limited-to-10?ref=shop_home_feat




[FR] Sold/Vendu

“La Morrigan” - Huile et feuille d’or sur plaque de bois - 45/55cm

Cette illustration fera partie de l’exposition “Quoth the Raven”, visible à Seattle à partir du 11 janvier dans la galerie Krab Jab Studio. Un show qui réunira notamment : Drew Tucker, Echo Chernik, Jeff Menges, Olivier Villoingt, Samuel Araya, Socar Myles, Stephanie Law, Allen Williams et bien d’autres —-> http://www.krabjabstudio.com/



Les tirages d’Art de “La Morrigan” sont disponibles ici :

http://www.etsy.com/listing/173629165/la-morrigan-fine-art-prints-prints-are?ref=shop_home_feat

Ou ici pour la version de luxe :

http://www.etsy.com/listing/173629013/la-morrigan-deluxe-edition-limited-to-10?ref=shop_home_feat




Visit my Facebook artist page —> https://www.facebook.com/pages/Yoann-Lossel/156250471132606?ref=hl

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instagram:

Exploring Middle Earth on Instagram

To see more photos and videos from Hobbiton, explore the Middle Earth location page.

Ever since English author J.R.R. Tolkien first published his fantasy novel, The Hobbit, in 1937, readers around the world have been enchanted by the sprawling landscapes of Middle Earth. Nearly seventy years later in 2001, director Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings film series brought Tolkien’s world to life on the silver screen. With much of the film shot in New Zealand, the country has come to be known as the “Home of Middle Earth.”

Over 250 locations throughout New Zealand were used in the production of the films, taking full advantage of the diversity in the country’s landscape. From expansive fields and lush farmlands to snow-capped mountains, New Zealand’s features opened ample opportunities to make Middle Earth real.

With the release of The Hobbit film series, the sets from Hobbiton—home of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins—have been reconstructed and are open to tourists. Instagrammers from around the world have come to explore and share photos and videos from their time in Tolkien’s world.

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