smiling, with the sole intention of cracking your chest open

men bloom too and it’s fucking glorious

The stars speak their own language.

Stairway to the Sea Oil on panel Joseba Sánchez Zabaleta (Spanish)

I'm going to sit outside with the breeze a little longer

The livery of the language.

I like to leaving pretty things here for you to find

Gordon Hunt (British Artist, born 1958) "Into the Blue", 2023. Acrylic on Canvas, 60 × 60 cm. Private Collection. #art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt

Richard Diebenkorn (American, 1922–1993) "Ocean from a Window", 1959. Oil on Canvas, 177.8 × 162.6 cm. Private Collection. #art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt

Allan O'Marra (Canadian Artist, born 1947) "The Bather (La Baigneuse)", 2014. Oil and Acrylics on Canvas, 32 × 32 inches. Private Collection. #art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt

mostly seawater and molten honey

'Ocean and dreams" by Lee Mothes

Cathy Veale

Some people just cause you to smile, even when you don't feel like smiling.

we don’t always know why we do things, we just have to

if you enjoy telling dad jokes and making people laugh, I’m your girl

Hello sweet summer, I've missed you

good morning summer, you make my heart sing

The rhythm of the night

The weather knows where to find me.

I always want it to be art, pretty much everything

I’d kiss you back

Her beautiful flying machine

Hot is as hot does

letting myself feel everything because it feels good to let go like that

You are love. 💖

your sweetness

I see you over there sublimating, hero.

and yet one always thinks of forgetting..... but memories know us better than we do.

She fell from the sky.

some days dawn with more feelings than others. Today’s a heavier load and I just want quiet warm energy till sleep comes

It isn’t serious until they ask if you want to keep an extra guitar at their place

Let me be good to you

Color stampede...

We are what we leave in people’s hearts.

things can be very clear and make no sense at all

perhaps my prayer is this song, and you have been listening all along

Sunday plans: 🖼️ Lily Seika Jones

falling in deeper yet still able to breathe

Counting stars, you?

Love is love. Pass it on.

I say kisses, but what I mean is “stop what you’re doing and gather me to you and hold me tight there, in your arms”

You look like a sunset.

I’m not sorry I make you dream

pick me up and drive me away holding my hand to where live music’s playing and we can kiss and dance

I’m often more affected than I let on

summer. © liz english

all the ways to become art

Skinny dip in moonlight

let June be.....what June needs to be.