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Parker Fitzgerald | on Tumblr (USA) - Overgrowth

Parker Fitzgerald is a traveling photographer currently living in Portland, Oregon. He enjoys Japan, Lord of the Rings, Polaroid, Kodak film, and Legend of Zelda.

Overgrowth is his new and ongoing artistic collaboration with floral designer Riley Messina (Erba Floral Studio). Inspired by a pursuit of beauty, Riley combines classically thoughtful botanical designs with Parker’s carefully considered film images in an expression of the multifaceted relationship between humankind and nature. The two artists contrast anonymous portraiture with sweeping landscapes in an attempt to capture both the malleable and untamed aspects of the natural world.

© All images courtesy the artist

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Viral Series

Jess Riva Cooper 



Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.


(via kitizenfang)


What woman hugs her infant there?
Another star has shot an ear.

What made the drapery glisten so?
Not a man but Delacroix

What made the ceiling waterproof
Landor’s tarpaulin on the roof.

What brushes fly and moth aside?
Irving and his plume of pride.

What hurries out the knave and dolt
Talma and his thunderbolt.

Why is the woman terror-struck?
Can there be mercy in that look?


A Nativity, W. B. Yeats.


Van gogh museum / amsterdam


Three paintings from: Caspar David Friedrich
I. Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer (1818)
II. Abtei im Eichwald (1808-10)
III. Küste bei Mondschein (1835-6)


an AU in where Mordred is miraculously alive, Guinevere is still a queen, and she forgives him the Camlann


Mordred, the Bastard King


A War Song


Lapis Lazuli


Peter Gronquist's new work for his solo at Shooting Gallery in San Francisco 

"This is how the wind shifts:
Like the thoughts of an old human,
Who still thinks eagerly
And despairingly.
The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.
The wind shifts like this:
Like humans approaching proudly,
Like humans approaching angrily.
This is how the wind shifts:
Like a human, heavy and heavy,
Who does not care."

The Wind Shifts, Wallace Stevens.