Gueorgui Pinkhassov. Mongolia. Boy with his horse.
dude you should have been at the club last night it was insane. the dj was playing the lament and funeral of hector from the iliad and everyone was beating their breasts and tearing open their garments. at the end we all built up a funeral pyre in the middle of the dance floor and set it aflame. we were all feeling the inherent human connection through millennia old poetry, it was wild
kinda fitting that we've designated red as the color for love when our blood and viscera is all red.... in a way the entirety of our bodies are the catalyst for love and thereby that love is made in its image
Shana tova u’metuka / Good and sweet new year this Rosh Hashanah
(I recently learned griffins were of great symbolic importance to medieval German Jews and I want to bring them back)
Chag sameach!
Image description: In an Autumnal color palette, a drawing of a tiny griffin hardly larger than the nearby apples and pomegranate fruits. The griffin holds a wooden ladle of honey in its claws. The signature on the corner says Erin Roseberry 5780. Description ends.
Rosh Hashanah Griffin: beloved by the Jews of tumblr and their friends for the fourth year running.
Fun fact about this artwork: a postcard version of it is in the special collections of the Library of Congress, as part of the Small Press Expo (SPX) collection.
my dedication to asceticism means that every time i get horny or even pop a half chub by accident i have too tie a blind fold over my eyes and try to light and smoke one full pall mall before Laura Palmers theme finishes playing over the loud speaker and i dont make it all the way too the filter without coughing all the other monks come in and beat me with socks stuffed with beautiful handmade soap bars that our monastery has produced for 1200 years









