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Atargatis
Atargatis (or Ataratheh), mother-goddess, giver of fertility.
Ink on paper
75 x 56 cm
This is such a fun event! Trick or treat!
I always have fun doing it even when I’m at work lol
TREAT!!!
Correspondence Time!
DOVES
Element: Air, Spirit
Planet: Neptune
Metal: Gold, Silver
God/Deity: Astarte, Aphrodite, Venus, The Spirit of the Dove, Various Angels and Religious Prophets
Herb: Olive Tree, White Roses, Baby’s Breath, Angelica
Gemstone: Diamond
Day: Sunday
General Correspondence: innocence, peace, love, beauty, faith, religious symbols, spirituality, rebirth and death
Pigeons??? The totally domesticated infamously trainable birds that are actual war heroes and can fly missiles?? And spot cancer and learn tricks and fly home and read food labels for allergens?? Harder to control than OWLS??? Sorry, pigeons are a huge interest of mine and reality hits HARD when I meet someone that just.. doesn't know a thing about them! Which is not your fault, society views them as pests and most people think that's all there is to know about them :(
The good news is, you have untapped wells of pigeon knowledge waiting for you if I can encourage you to go have some fun learning about these beautiful birds!!
Will there be pigeons in season 3? I just feel like you can't go wrong with pigeons in season 3
That's up to the Pigeon Central Committee.
I miss you******************
++++++++++++++я по тебе скучаю
Vittorio Matteo Corcos, In the Sunny South / Sappho, fragments
sappho + art | society6
Look at this horrible photoshop I did. The brown one is the one I edited.
Program used - Photopea
Trick or treat!!! :)
have some dove chocolates and a somewhat fat dove!
Wildlife in North Carolina. September 1972. Illustration by Duane Raver Jr.
Internet Archive
My OC Blanca being attacked by doves. I’ll definitely polish it some time soon, but I’m not sure how or if I should color it…
Pigeons are doves. They are rock doves, and I wonder if we began to call them that if people would hesitate to hate them, as doves have that history as messengers of peace. It is true that in my neighborhood nobody hates the mourning doves, dusky and elegant with wings that squeak as if they flap on rusty hinges. They roost on the wires like little Audrey Hepburns, while the pigeons troll the ground, tough and fat, some of them look like they should be smoking cigarettes. They look poor and banged up, like they could kick the mourning doves’ asses but are wise to the divide-and-conquer tactics we use on one another, so they coo wearily at the mourning doves and waddle forth in search of scavenged delights. What you may not know is when you call a pigeon “a rat with wings” you have given it a compliment. The only thing a rat lacks is a pair of wings to lift it, so you have named the pigeon perfectly. When you say to me, “I hate pigeons,” I want to ask you who else you hate. It makes me suspicious.
I once met a girl who was so proud to have hit such a bird on her bicycle, I swear, I thought that it was me she hit. I felt her handlebars in my stomach and now it is your job to feel it also. The pigeons are birds, they are doves. They are the nature of the city and the ones who no one loves. When people say they hate pigeons, I want to ask them if they hate themselves, too. Does it prick the well of your loathing? Do they make you feel dirty and ashamed? Are you embarrassed about how little or how much you have, for how you have had to hustle? Being dirty is not a problem for the pigeon. You can ask it, “How do you feel about having the city coating your feathers, having the streets gunked up in the crease of your eye?” and the pigeon would say, “Not a problem.” You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst our decay, came to hate it for not dying. The pigeon is your ally. They are chameleons, gray as the concrete they troll for scraps, at night they huddle and sing like cats. Their necks are glistening, iridescent as an oil-slick rainbow, they mate for life, and they fly.
Michelle Tea, Against Memoir. [emphasis mine]
some pigeon appreciation
they are perfect creatures
Took some time to scan it:)
I love taking pictures of my friends. They are truly beautiful people. #friends #doves #girl #graphicdesign