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WIP inks on a watercolor piece.

More progress on the “Temple” piece, added the first stage of the watercolors.

A new ink project.

Inks finished on this one!

Towers, 2015.

by whl.travel on Flickr.Abu Simbel Temple - Luxor, Egypt.

The Château of Brignac, Seiches-sur-le-Loir, France.

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'Moai'🗿🥝🏝️⛰️ are monolithic human figures carved by the Rapa Nui people 👽👾👽 on Easter Island in Eastern Polynesia between 1250 and 1500. // . . . #louvre #artnerd #louvremuseum #travel #believeinyourdreams #artphoto #architecture #easterisland #prana #france #artlover #consciousness #sculpture #ancient #moai #monolith #abstractartist #picoftheday #kunat #interior #arte #museum #travel #tba #polynesia #ufo #instaartwork #creativeconstellation #artdaily #pamelarys Photo by @mkanisko ❤️ 📸 (at Musée du Louvre) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8jkZJpnyLT/?igshid=1b8ms8x31dd6u

So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.

Wa'ada wa ya hyrati

“Oh my destiny & Oh my Confusion”

“Sometimes I think of you, Medusa. Inside your temple, mournful, surrounded by a hundred stone statues. The men who came to kill you and never left were named lost heroes, warriors, demigods whilst you were called monster, gorgon, terror. (Because the stories were always written by men) But this was never a story about a monster. It was always about a woman burned for a Sea God’s sin, a pawn in an ancient game the fates would never let her win. You did not desecrate that which is sacred, it was him. (But your story was always written by men) You begged him not to visit you, you pleaded with every God. But the Gods turned away when you needed them. You did not want to be remembered this way. And then one day, whilst you slept, a son of Zeus came. And killed you before you could even look his way. (And he too was named hero because the stories were always written by men) Someone once said, words cut deeper than a knife. That history is told by the victors. That he who tells the story is the one who controls the world. Women did not get to write your story, Medusa. Because if we did, a very different tale would be told. (And in our tale, you would not be Monster. But Priestess. Goddess. A maiden who once had a heart of gold.)”

— Nikita Gill, Excerpt from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

Dear Friends I present my second artistic photo of my sculpture The Egyptian Pharaoh . This was modelled in clay and about 21 inches high , shown here as a purple hue tone .

“in her heart of hearts she knew it had always been to octavian that she owed allegiance. their power over each other and their mutual affection had in it a bond of blood and of destiny of two people fated to build and guard the accidental greatness that had fallen to their house through the alliance of caesar.” 

beatrice chanler, cleopatra’s daughter: the queen of mauretania

get to know me meme // [1/5] favourite tv shows → rome

you boys play too rough for me. knives in the senate house? i didn’t know you had it in you.

Women of Rome | Annia Aurelia Galeria Lucilla (148/150 - 182 AD)

Annia Aurelia Galeria Lucilla, the daughter of emperor Marcus Aurelius, organized an unsuccessful conspiracy against her brother, the emperor Commodus. She was born in 148 C.E., the daughter of the younger Annia Galeria Faustina and Marcus Aurelius. Had she been born a son rather than a daughter, she may well have been a worthy successor to her father. […] In 164 her father arranged her marriage with Lucius Verus, whom he had made co-emperor in 161. The marriage took place in Ephesus, and she was given the title Augusta. She was some 18 years younger than her weak and ineffectual husband, who died in 169 on his way back to Rome from the Danube. Against her will and the wishes of Faustina, Marcus Aurelius immediately had Lucilla marry the much older Tiberius Claudius Pompeianus, a native of Antioch. She was 21 and he was probably over 50. Her new husband was her father’s trusted friend and had been a commander in all of his campaigns. His father had been prefect of Egypt and the family was descended from rulers in the East. Lucilla undoubtedly considered the marriage beneath her and detested the sedentary country life that suited her ailing husband. Marcus Aurelius died in 180 and was succeeded by his son Commodus. […] Commodus treated his sister Lucilla respectfully. She sat on the imperial seat at the theatre and retained other privileges. However, she hated her sister-in-law, Crispina Bruttia, and recognized her brother’s limitations. In 182 Lucilla had uncovered sufficient discontent with her brother’s rule to organize a conspiracy for his overthrow. Members of the group included […] Claudius Pompeianus Quintianus, who was to do the actual stabbing. He was arrested while announcing to Commodus his intention to stab him. Lucilla was banished to Capri and soon afterwards killed. Her son, Claudius Pompeianus, was later murdered by the emperor Caracalla. [x]

→ anonymous asked: Egypt

Pegah Ferydoni as Cleopatra VII Nadia Roz as Cleopatra IX Kathryn Hunter as Charmian

There is a desert, and a City, a long way from here, from anywhere. It is hot, beneath the gaze of a titanic star, all red lashing and mile-long-shadows.

Vast, fossilized rock carved by howling winds stands in sentinel defense across endless marching eons. Jagged broken mountain peaks, shifting dunes, gloomy shadowed canyons.

But—there is something else. Something across the sands. The City. An ancient metropolis far larger than anything built on Earth, by human hands. It’s immensity dwarfs Giza and her pyramids, Greek Colossi, Aztec ziggurats. Polished-black rock spires, twisted and warren-filled coliseums, gleaming bronze skyscrapers studded by uncountable lightless windows. It is a City of a hundred billion souls. And it appears empty. It isn’t. Shadows linger. Huge, dark eyes peer out from tight stone avenues and yawning, gaping archways.

Whispering winds hide quiet, dreamlike voices.

The Great King was on his march

Legions across the land walked, and shook the Earth in endless droves

Men in paint, decorated by golden rings and chains, tattooed by endless story of honor and the hunt

Women cloaked head to toe, velvet and obsidian, guided not by eyes nor ear, sensing silent spirit rivers

Bronze machines clattering as steam howls from their gear-ladder throats, angry arrows of howling lightning at the ready

War-beasts high as mountains and leviathans who swallow islands, draconian flies turning the skies asunder

The Great King was on his march

And the land shook beneath their passage.

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this!!”

photo by @alice-apsx

Landscape picture Vintage Bicycle with Summer grass field

Image by ijeab on Freepik

Life is not always about being happy. Sometimes life means embracing every part of ourselves, from the most structured to the most trasgressive. Living every single emotion, sometimes being euphoric and sometimes crying in pain. Until that moment that you find your place on this world and your purpose in this earth. . . Photographer: @riccardo_terzoli (thanks ✨) - My tiny holidays in Eraclea Mare, Italy with @nickytodesco . . . #water #sea #fun #spirituality #motivation #quotes #quote #instaquote #swimming #spirit #ancient #ancestral #summer #covering #ocean #happy #pool #man #smile #swimsuit #topshop #tanning #instadaily #instalike #gay #gayguy #muscle #swimmer #photooftheday #holiday (presso Eraclea Mare) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnpJPAoF6wb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1e1neqabyrjsv