A quick warm up painting from the other day and a reminder that you can learn my gouache painting techniques with my online Skillshare class! Watch for free with this 2-month trial: skl.sh/vanessa.
May your demons slumber and your wine glass be full
The holiday stag is back!!
I did this design two years ago and every year it’s gone viral without crediting me. There’s another Tumblr account here that has 300000 notes on it and the original poster didn’t credit me meaning I’ve lost out in a ton of potential sales. Pleeeease, if you retweet or repost an artists work, credit them! It helps them so much! Every penny I make comes from my artwork!
Mood for tonight: kneeling in a forest clearing, in the middle of the night with the full moon above, arms raised and eyes rolled back, muttering in a long dead language with those who whisper back
Written by a pregnant witch for pregnant witches and mom witches, enjoy!🍼👼🏾🎀🚼
💎Crystals:
For pregnancy in general: pink flourite, pink calcite, rose quartz, unakite, agate, red jasper, moonstone, amber, rhodochrosite, carnelian, turquoise, pearl
For lactation: moonstone, pearl, milky quartz, white quartz, selenite, chalcedony
For physical healing/energy: red jasper, bloodstone, garnet, clear quartz
For emotional stability and strength: blue lace agate, rose quartz, amethyst, lapis lazuli, amber, labradorite, jasper, howlite
For restful sleep: amethyst, selenite, moonstone, tourmaline quartz
For children: (protection, peace, etc.) Rose quartz, cats eye, flourite, agate, peridot, amber
“the old gods are dead” says a man, bitter pride and mockery in his voice “if they were even alive at all”
the next time he oversleeps and hurries to work, he cannot find his keys – he had a habit of forgetting where he put them, but they would suddenly turn up somewhere. this time, they’re nowhere to be found.
he’s one coin short for the parking meter – and this time he doesn’t find any on the ground, even though usually he was lucky enough to find exactly what he needed.
he buys flowers for his wife and they wither and wilt before he manages to get home, dried petals and dead leaves in his hand.
the neighbour’s dog stopped wagging his tail at him, the cat doesn’t let him pet her. they’re unsure, wary.
when he lies awake at night, fighting his thoughts, the sleep doesn’t want to come. and when he sleeps, he doesn’t dream anymore.
when he sits alone in the dark, the night is not comforting anymore, not calming. the darkness is empty and lonely – threatening even.
there is no fire in his soul when he hears his favourite song, no will or need to dance. food doesn’t bring him joy anymore, nor drink. the passion is gone.
when he goes into the forest, the path slithers and knots, and he can’t find his way. the trees, his old friends, are suddenly indifferent. he’s lost in the woods for the first time in his life.
“for the second time” he hears a voice “you were six then, a lost crying boy. we were there to comfort you. not asleep, not dead. and not blind or deaf” the gods whisper. “are you so sure that we’re gone now?”
the man apologizes, struggling to fight his tears. he truly is sorry, and the gods listen. they’re old, after all, and know all the human vices and weaknesses – and know how to forgive when they so desire.
Heatherwitch 