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Posts tagged ‘magic’

Daily Prompt Love <3 Monsters and Magic

26 February 2017

Make art about monsters of our own making 

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27 February 2017

Make art about everyday magic. 

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Because I Needed to Stand in the Light <3

The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.  -Ming-Dao Deng

 

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Daily Prompt <3 Remembering Your Magic

24 May 2016

Sometimes we forget how powerful we are. 

Make art about remembering your own magic. 

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Special Call for Submissions Love! Blink-Ink Wants Your Magic!

Yep, magic seems just about right right now 🙂 

Blink-Ink Call for Submissions “Magic Issue”

Deadline: May 15, 2016

 Do you speak Dragon? Have you been known to pull bunnies from within your silk top hat? Ancient magic buried deep, long predating mankind. The Fae with their magics and the enchantment of the glimmer, an uncle who pulls a coin from behind you ear (yet again). From the smallest magic of a kitchen witch or tomten, to the shifting of realms and the haunting of worlds by great powers unseen. In fifty words or so tell your magical story. Please send in the body of an email to: blinkinkinfo@gmail. Up to three pieces, no attachments or bios please.www.blink-ink.org

Daily Prompt :-) Memory and Mystery

The Stolen Child

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

Make art about magical mysterious creatures. Or your earliest art memory. 

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