♡♥︎ January 20 2020 ♥︎♡
Orchids, stars, constellations, white dwarf stars, black holes, a feast of traditional food, walk, cold, rain.
artist & ILLUSTRATor
♡♥︎ January 20 2020 ♥︎♡
Orchids, stars, constellations, white dwarf stars, black holes, a feast of traditional food, walk, cold, rain.
Illustration inspired by Björk’s new album Utopia and the amazing art around it: orchid mask by James T. Merry and bizarre makeup by Hungry. I just love everything about Björk’s work.
Utopia
Bird species never seen or heard before
The first flute carved from the first fauna
Utopia (It’s not)
Elsewhere
Let's purify
You assigned me to protect our lantern
To be intentional about the light
Utopia
It isn't elsewhere
It, it’s here
My instinct has been shouting at me for years
Saying let’s get out of here
Huge toxic tumor bulging underneath the ground here
Purify, purify, purify, purify toxicity
I would grow an orchid garden just for you…
I would open my skin to plant the seeds of your favorite flowers,
water with my blood the small buds to root their bulbs with my arteries
and keep the substrate wet with the stream of my eyes.
I would retain the warmth of your orchids with the fire of my heart,
while my vanilla essence would attract insects to pollinate every flower.
I would feed only on their nectar and occasionally on yours.
I would learn to run through the hills with my imagination just to be with you,
and if I got lost I would find you by your smell of coffee and paper.
I would build a secret refuge under the leaves for you to hide
whenever you need to be absent from the world.
I would draw clouds around me to refract the light.
I would write new orchid names and paint them in your favorite colors.
I would let you cut the flowers with the edge of your madness
and make them grow again infinitely.
I would give anything to see you smile every day.
I would grow an orchid garden just for you.
✾ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ✾
Cultivaría un jardín de orquídeas sólo para ti…
Abriría mi piel para plantar las semillas de tus flores favoritas,
regaría con mi sangre los pequeños brotes para enraizar sus bulbos con mis arterias
y mantendría el sustrato húmedo con el flujo de mis ojos.
Retendría el calor de tus orquídeas con el fuego de mi corazón cuando te siente cerca,
mientras mi esencia de vainilla atraería insectos para polinizar cada flor;
me alimentaría sólo de su néctar y ocasionalmente del tuyo.
Aprendería a atravesar cerros con mi imaginación para estar contigo
y si llegara a perderme, te encontraría por tu olor a café y papel.
Construiría un refugio secreto bajo las hojas
para cuando necesites ausentarte del mundo.
Fabricaría nubes alrededor mío para refractar la luz.
Escribiría nombres nuevos de orquídeas y las pintaría de tus colores favoritos.
Te dejaría cortar las flores con el filo de tu locura y las haría crecer de nuevo infinitamente.
Daría cualquier cosa por verte sonreír todos los días.
Cultivaría un jardín de orquídeas sólo para ti.