Currents claim all of my possessions- my thoughts, beliefs, loves. And everything is destined to find the sea. Some things sooner than others. But it will be everything, dissolved into the incomprehensible mass.

Currents claim all of my possessions- my thoughts, beliefs, loves. And everything is destined to find the sea. Some things sooner than others. But it will be everything, dissolved into the incomprehensible mass.

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Tuesday, 18th January
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Wednesday, 2nd February
What’s on my desk at the moment. :P
I like reliquaries and the idea of bones being just as precious as jewelry.. And somehow pairing the two is just naturally complimentary.

What’s on my desk at the moment. :P

I like reliquaries and the idea of bones being just as precious as jewelry.. And somehow pairing the two is just naturally complimentary.

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Saturday, 5th February
Image by Anna Danilova 

Book X of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
The death of Cyparissus
There was a giant stag, sacred to the nymphs that haunt the  Carthaean country, which cast deep shadows, around its head, from his  wide-branching antlers. The antlers shone with gold, and the gems of a  jewelled collar, around his polished neck, hung down onto his shoulders.  A bulla, a silver charm, fastened with small strips of leather,  quivered on his forehead, and on either side of his hollow temples  matching pearls of bronze gleamed from both ears. Free from fear, and  forgetting his natural shyness, he used to visit people’s houses, and  offer his neck to be stroked by strangers’ hands. Yet, above all others,  he was dear to you, Cyparissus, loveliest of the Cean boys. You led the  stag to fresh pastures, and the waters of the clear spring. Now you  would weave diverse flowers through his horns, and then, astride his  back like a horseman, delight in tugging his soft mouth one way or the  other by means of a purple muzzle. It was noon of a summer’s day, when the curving claws of  shore-loving Cancer were burning in the hot sun. Tired, the stag had  settled its body on the grassy turf and was enjoying the cool of the  woodland shade. The boy, without intention, transfixed it with his sharp  spear, and when he saw it dying from the cruel wound, he wished to die  himself. What was there Phoebus did not say, in solace, advising a  moderate grief matching the cause! He only sighed, and begged, as the  last gift of the gods, that he might mourn forever. Then, his blood  discharged among endless tears, his limbs began to turn to a shade of  green, and his hair that a moment ago hung over his pale forehead,  became a bristling crown, and he stiffened to a graceful point gazing at  the starry heavens. The god sighed for him, and said, sadly: ‘I will  mourn for you: you will mourn for others, and enter into sorrows’.

Image by Anna Danilova

Book X of Ovid’s Metamorphoses

The death of Cyparissus

There was a giant stag, sacred to the nymphs that haunt the Carthaean country, which cast deep shadows, around its head, from his wide-branching antlers. The antlers shone with gold, and the gems of a jewelled collar, around his polished neck, hung down onto his shoulders. A bulla, a silver charm, fastened with small strips of leather, quivered on his forehead, and on either side of his hollow temples matching pearls of bronze gleamed from both ears. Free from fear, and forgetting his natural shyness, he used to visit people’s houses, and offer his neck to be stroked by strangers’ hands. Yet, above all others, he was dear to you, Cyparissus, loveliest of the Cean boys. You led the stag to fresh pastures, and the waters of the clear spring. Now you would weave diverse flowers through his horns, and then, astride his back like a horseman, delight in tugging his soft mouth one way or the other by means of a purple muzzle.

It was noon of a summer’s day, when the curving claws of shore-loving Cancer were burning in the hot sun. Tired, the stag had settled its body on the grassy turf and was enjoying the cool of the woodland shade. The boy, without intention, transfixed it with his sharp spear, and when he saw it dying from the cruel wound, he wished to die himself. What was there Phoebus did not say, in solace, advising a moderate grief matching the cause! He only sighed, and begged, as the last gift of the gods, that he might mourn forever. Then, his blood discharged among endless tears, his limbs began to turn to a shade of green, and his hair that a moment ago hung over his pale forehead, became a bristling crown, and he stiffened to a graceful point gazing at the starry heavens. The god sighed for him, and said, sadly: ‘I will mourn for you: you will mourn for others, and enter into sorrows’.

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Wednesday, 16th February
By me

By me

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Thursday, 17th February
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Tuesday, 22nd February
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Tuesday, 1st March
One of the treasures at the Hohenzollern castle, made in commemoration of a prize stag

One of the treasures at the Hohenzollern castle, made in commemoration of a prize stag

My photo & cutout of an Irish elk from the American Museum of Natural History, NY, NY.
(NatGeo) It was the largest deer species to ever have lived.  It stood 7 feet (2.1 meters) at the shoulder, and males had massive antlers that spanned up to 12 feet. It outlasted the other megafauna of the Pleistocene era (mammoths, saber tooth tigers, etc), roughing it out through the ice age up until about 5,000 B.C.

My photo & cutout of an Irish elk from the American Museum of Natural History, NY, NY.

(NatGeo) It was the largest deer species to ever have lived. It stood 7 feet (2.1 meters) at the shoulder, and males had massive antlers that spanned up to 12 feet. It outlasted the other megafauna of the Pleistocene era (mammoths, saber tooth tigers, etc), roughing it out through the ice age up until about 5,000 B.C.

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Saturday, 26th March