They are almost one with the Trees. Usually you can see them only as graceful branches. But if you'll be lucky enough, calm and silent enough, maybe you'll be able to see them in soft, feminine skin. Somewhere in the Forest, somewhere in the meadows. When the night meets the day.
Beautiful, timid, dangerous...
2022-10-17 15:47:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Harmony does not mean stagnation.
Calmness does not mean doing nothing.
Silence does not mean lack of communication.
Some spirits simply don't have to use words.
World of the Nature works not only black and white.
P.S. I think the tincture of these wild apples will be just... marvelous.
2022-10-11 15:48:34 +0000 UTC
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From the forest moonrise to the sea moonset.
So calm and peaceful.
Yet powerful and still untamed.
Full of natural harmony.
Beautiful energy.
Beyond human law.
Unstoppable.
Is it Magic?
2022-10-10 15:45:47 +0000 UTC View Post
When the full Moon turns you on...
Cleaning, reading, walking, working... All at once. To handle somehow with fire burning wildly. Fire that doesn't allow to sleep calmly at night...
Why Golem? For some time I used to think that it could be better to be one in cruel human world that tries to make everyone heartles...
2022-10-09 14:34:49 +0000 UTC View Post
Have you ever walked through the Woods thinking about and peacefully searching for wild inhabitants? But not those big ones like deers, foxes, badgers and others. No, I'm writing about all little elves, dryads and fairies who live in the Tree's palaces under the mushrooms hats. Who sleep on mossy beds. Who ride on deers, foxe...
2022-10-08 04:05:20 +0000 UTC View Post
Just watch.
And imagine the whole serenade of Autumnal scents deep in your soul.
2022-10-01 12:39:16 +0000 UTC View Post
Under the burning sky of Sunrise turning into the gold.
Secretly whispering with the Trees.
Spinning the chains of delicate gossamers.
Builiding palaces with pure crystals of morning dew.
Feeling the Sun touching gently my cheeks.
While the feet are cold of grounded moisture.
Smelling the Fire playi...
2022-09-23 08:27:40 +0000 UTC View Post
Coldness.
Quietness.
Ordinariness.
Tiredness.
Strong.
Brave.
Fearless.
Tough.
Fragile.
Longing for gentleness.
Silent witnesses of all kinds of stories.
Sorrows, joys, quarrels, conspiracies, secrets...
Burned, maimed, robbed.
Still have the strength and willigness to live.
To sprout, to flourish.
To fight.
Who their spirits really are?
How old are they...?
Probably most of you, my dear Patrons, know that I run Your Heritage Foundation, which takes care of history, art, nature legacy through many different projects. One of them is renovation and restoring life, giving new function to former, abandoned, evangeli...
2022-08-27 19:05:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Coldness.
Humidity.
Scent of the Mist.
Oh, how wonderful is to wander through Forest paths and feel single, thin gossamers painting invisible signs on my face, dancing with my hair.
Heathers start blooming.
Soon, and the next tincture will begin the maturation period.
Autumn already unfolds its veil ov...
"They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss."
/ Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects /
Soft focus.
Going beyond the boundaries.
Sc...
People say that Forest and fantasy creatures are bad, are evil. Elves, dryads, ents, nymphs, witches, dragons, trolls... Have you ever wondered why so? Maybe because they see how beautiful world is destroyed in the name of... what? Maybe because they've tried to find themselves in this rushing human world? World without respe...
2022-08-22 17:43:52 +0000 UTC View Post
If the fallen Tree is a foundation for new, young, other beings, is it really dead?
2022-08-21 12:21:56 +0000 UTC View Post
Panic.
Turmoil.
Bustle.
There is no visibility.
There is no air.
There is no escape.
Those who fly.
Those who run.
Those who cripple.
But also those who stand still with roots reaching deep.
And only the rest of vanishing energies wander amongst the scent of burnouts, the scent of deaths...
2022-08-01 13:15:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Oakish. Wild and naughty. Intelligent, interested and brave. Extraverted, fun-loving and amazingly sociable. Beautiful example of feature heterosis. Daughter of Iskra, but wonderful child of whole Pack. Today she's dead.
Born early morning 04/04/2015 in the land of Great River, maturing in the hills of Roots of Spells. ...
2022-07-13 11:53:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Year 2014. The ecological farm, which little girl and her deamon try to recreate into kind of refuge for different animals. Into place, where people can meet kind animals, nurture their kindness and sensitivity towards themselves. It was already the time, when little girl and Agresja have lessons with children to teach them h...
2022-07-10 18:03:36 +0000 UTC View Post
Naive.
Trusting.
Open hearted.
Good and helpful for every wild being.
Chased.
Closed.
More than ever.
How truly wonderful was even few minutes in refreshing water. What a beneficial effect it has on the volcano purring within...
2022-06-30 20:06:01 +0000 UTC View Post
There are people who say that "life is a war". Do you agree with such statement? Or maybe you prefer "make love, not war"?
2022-06-30 16:51:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Led by intuition burning in me, I reached a hill, to the top of which I was invited by group of ravens circling above. Heavy and dark clouds gathering around, brightened up sparks dancing inside me.
Finally explosion of wildness broke free, boosted by the wonderfully refreshing Wind.
And the rain began to fa...
2022-06-25 07:40:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Stuffiness.
Heat.
Scorcher.
Are these conditions give possibility to exist? Where life can flourish? Rain purifies. Rain gives life. Rain gives freedom. And clearness of mind.
2022-06-20 16:26:14 +0000 UTC View Post
The Pearl's Spirit.
Years ago used to exist as evangelical church. Today, like a mythical phoenix, is rising to its new life as multifunctional cultural arena. The temple of art and light. Space so unique, that even as a dangerous ruin has attracted many artists from different countries.
I was absolutely enchanted...
2022-06-19 07:13:32 +0000 UTC View Post
A quiet gravel road among fields along the oaks and birches.
Heat. Scorcher. So harsh that the sunlight begins to hurt, and the breathe is almost taken away.
Slowly, but stubbornly, the Wind begins to chase the heavy clouds and invite the grain to dance. Some lost cornflowers accompany gracefully with nodding their head...
"This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or curly mint or birch or camphor or pine needles, not that of a May rain or a frosty wind or of well water... and at the same time it had warmth, but not as bergamot, cypress, or musk has, or jasm... 2022-06-16 12:32:37 +0000 UTC View Post
The Moon disappears, carried away by a wild soaring dance of swallows.
Cloudy fire on sky, gentle, yet so powerful to the spirit.
Probably everyone once admired the Trees dancing with the Wind.
Most people enjoyed leaves' rustling singing to the windy accompaniment.
But how many of you have heard the Tre...
2022-06-03 13:30:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Hello to everyone who support me here!
First of all I'm very grateful that you enjoy my art and help me to grow. Thanks to the tool, which is Patreon, and of course you - wonderful Patrons I'm able to discover world of art, as well as world of myself, more and more. Thanks to you I'm able to spread my art on new levels....
2022-06-02 14:39:22 +0000 UTC View Post
