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GERARD DUBOIS Moby Dick

I think Moby Dick artists could use how objectively crazy-looking whale eyes are to their advantage

Colt Revolver

Parrying Dagger Italian, ca. 1550–75

paigeowenphoto

Ocean kaleidoscope

WHALE WAREHOUSE

This local girl, slept on her dreams

What keeps her here? Old memories

The sky is red, get off your feet

The time has come, run away with me

David Miller Art

Striped Marlin. Oil on board 24 x 36 inches.

Harper Goff “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” "lighting and mood" concept paintings (1954) Source

Disco Elysium: The Pale

Screenshot (edit) // Caspar David Friedrich - The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (Detail); The Monk by the Sea // Alfred Stieglitz - Equivalents // Floodwaters in Jeram Perdas, Malaysia // Welcome to Revachol Devblog // Eridanus Supervoid // Sylvia Plath - The Unabridged Journals // Mark Z Danielewski - House of Leaves // Nadezda Nikolova-Kratzer // Gao Xingjian - Meditation; Waiting // pale (Wordnik)

Moebius, concepts for 'The Abyss'

rainy day nap

George B Selden, combination birdcage, aquarium and and plant stand 1880

dalton highway, alaska

august 2020

ARMORED ZURG

autumnal swiss landscapes

Hanfu and Motorcycle

SWORDTEMBER DAY 17: WESTERN

Side Iron, of cold steel and smoking barrel ⭐️🌵 Spurs jangled, and chainmail jostled. The two stopped their walking, twenty paces apart. Light caught on the gleaming platemail of the stranger, and the townsfolk shielded their eyes as the sun danced on the bright silver armour, leather tassels blowing in the wind. Across from him, the sheriff. Despite the tight slit in his helm of blacked steel and the low brim of his hat, you could still feel that man’s gaze a million miles away. The shadows clung by his feet as the sun rose high in the sky, dust slow moving in the air, kicked up from their boots. The gentle tick of the town clock rattled a lonely melody, and the townsfolk held their breath. Less than a minute now. At the sheriff's side, that wicked thing that so many of them had come to fear. Gleaming blade of dark gunmetal, its barrel stained from smoke. The stranger caught the way these kind people glanced at that thing, at the man who held it, this man who was meant to keep them safe. If there was one thing the stranger didn’t tolerate, it was bullies. Both their hands were ready now, fingers itching to end the other's life. The clock chimed - draw.

Why howdy hope y’all have just a perfect day 💕

Yesterday’s sword!

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