Greek Corinthian Gold Myrtle Wreath, 330-250 BC
In ancient Greece, wreaths made from plants like laurel, ivy, and myrtle
were awarded to athletes, soldiers, and royalty. Similar wreaths were
designed in gold and silver for the same purposes or for religious
functions. This example conveys the language of love.
A plant sacred to the goddess Aphrodite, myrtle was a symbol of love.
Greeks wore wreaths made of real myrtle leaves at weddings and banquets,
received them as athletic prizes and awards for military victories, and
wore them as crowns to show royal status.
By the Hellenistic period (300–30 BC), the wreaths were made of gold
foil; too fragile to be worn, they were created primarily to be buried
with the dead as symbols of life’s victories. The naturalistic myrtle
leaves and blossoms on this wreath were cut from thin sheets of gold,
exquisitely finished with stamped and incised details, and then wired
onto the stems. Most that survive today were found in graves.
|| i arrive, but at what cost _(┐「_ _ )_
Schneiderhöhnite – Tsumeb Mine, Tsumeb, Otjikoto Region, Namibia
|| We’ll be driving back home to Seattle at ass o’clock in the morning today; that means you can expect to find me back on my blogging bullshit sometime this weekend. 🙂
I’m excited to have that Good Internet again, but less excited to no longer have three different animals competing for my attention. 3′:
Gimli and two elven kids in the West
I’m sure that Gimli would spend a lot of time with kids telling stories about Middle Earth and they would listen to him with a big interest. Because they really like him and he tells stories more emotionally and spectacularly than Legolas or Olorin.
Nerdanel
It’s been three years since I drew her the first time.
It was nice to draw an updated version ^^Please don’t use without permission
Saruman’s therapist: Saruman, you never needed the One Ring to become an evil, boring tyrant commanding your armies from the top of a black tower. The power was inside of you all along.
Saruman: Thank you so much Dr. Goldstein, today has been such a breakthrough session for me.
still thinking about maglor as Florida man
Yet if the world grows again dark, the Lords must know; and they have sent me no sign. Unless this be the sign. What then? Our fathers were rewarded for the aid they gave in the defeat of the Great Shadow. Shall their sons stand aloof, if evil finds a new head?
“I am in too great doubt to rule. To prepare or to let be? To prepare for war, which is yet only guessed: train craftsmen and tillers in the midst of peace for bloodspilling and battle: put iron in the hands of greedy captains who will love only conquest, and count the slain as their glory? Will they say to Eru: At least your enemies were amongst them? Or to fold hands, while friends die unjustly: let men live in blind peace, until the ravisher is at the gate? What then will they do: match naked hands against iron and die in vain, or flee leaving the cries of women behind them? Will they say to Eru: At least I spilled no blood?
“When either way may lead to evil, of what worth is choice?
Tar-Meneldur, “The Mariner’s Wife,” Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien
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silmarillion experiments 1.:
Aulë/Mahal,
Seven Fathers of the Dwarves
and Eru
Ilúvatar blessing ♥
eehn:
Therefore I say that we will go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.
Here are some sketches practicing color, lighting, and composition. Click through to see the captions.
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