Latest Posts by aodhan-art - Page 2

This was a home once - Part II

This was a home once - Part I

A birthday present for a friend who is not on Tumblr - her OC, Pani Agnieszka, a magician in an alternative-universe magical 1920s Poland

Craughwell, Co. Galway

The hills, they are hollow

(The hill in the background is actually a rath)

Co. Galway, 2024

Samhain in Killarney, 2024

Loch Léin, Samhain 2024

This is where I’m heading right now to lose myself in the woods and the timelessness for three days and three nights of you know what

The Navigator Revisiting Manannán mac Lir in his youth, before the famous self-navigating boat was fully automated + the good old Early Irish practice of putting severed heads to household use

Another fanboying over Manannán mac Lir in the making

Seven stars in the still water,

And seven in the sky;

Seven sins on the King's daughter,

Deep in her soul to lie.

(By Oscar Wilde)

Lord Jagged of Canaria

I remembered I have a Bluesky profile, and I am honestly going to upload stuff there! So please follow if you'd like to interact (and so that I could follow you back) if you're on there

What the Tuatha Dé Danann could have seen when someone finally cried 'Land ahead!'

I often feel overwhelmed by Late Medieval - Early Modern finds in Irish and Scandinavian museums, much more so than by known human sacrifices, etc. All those knitted caps, mittens, warm cloaks - just regular garments of some person who was walking somewhere from somewhere and reasonably hoped to get there. Just can't shake the thought of some part of them still out there; still walking.

A landscape with two kelpies

Inktober days 10 and 11 - ‘Nomadic’ and ‘Snacks’

Today’s Inktober prompt is ‘Passport’. I drew a Russian passport (as a person who has one) to remind everyone that Russia is a terrorist state as well as a dictatorship waging civil war against its own citizens, and to honour pro-Ukraine, anti-Putin resistance within Russia.

Little lives (gone)

Co. Galway

Mannin Castle, Co. Galway

Near Mannin Castle, Co. Galway

Tír na nÓg / Ulster cycle Hatsune Miku

I’m reblogging this on my main blog because it broke my heart. Exactly what happened to me when I was 5, only I drew a blue flower (and was expelled from pre-school art class for being ‘unable to learn to draw’).

This did not deter me from drawing though. But it did deter my parents from allowing me to attend any extracurricular art classes that I begged for for years to come.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

The Wren Prince VIII - The Transformation

The Wren Prince VII - The Snail Druid

The Forest Nobles

The Wren Prince VI - The Battle of Birds

I'm really in love with your art, especially the one you did of Lugh. Every time I look at it, I'm filled with joy and it turns my day around. I hope you have a great week.

Thank you so very much for your kind words! 🖤🖤🖤

It means a great lot, and this is what keeps me going whenever I start doubting myself ❤️‍🩹

Hope your week is great too ✨