A Russian folklore has found its painter in the face of Viktor Vasnetsov. He was one of the first to find his way to the past, reflect it on the canvas and he has showed it to people, making them witnesses of the fairytales.
Samolet (Carpet) (1880), Bogatyrs (1881), The Unsmiling Tsarevna (1926), Snow Maiden (1899), A Knight At the Crossroads (1878), Gamaun, The prophetic bird (1897), The Frog Tsarevna(1918), Sirin and Alkonost The Birds of Joy and Sorrow (1896), Ivan Tsarevich Riding the Grey Wolf (1889)
Yesterday my Stepdad messaged me and told me he had been seeing 3 crows almost daily. All three in a row together and it was freakin him out. He asked what it could mean. I messaged him back this old nursery rhyme that goes like this:
“Seven blackbirds in a tree, Count them and see what they be. One for sorrow Two for joy, Three for a girl Four for a boy; Five for silver Six for gold, Seven for a secret That’s never been told.” Today he found out he is having a new grandchild, so I’m betting it’s a girl. I will keep you posted.
I lure many types of birds to my backyard with a daily cuisine of fruits, veggies, and seeds. When you offer to nature it gives back. Birds are messengers of the mind. They tell you things that swim deep in the bottom of the waters. Their shapes, colors, and calls offer a safe passage for these messages. All animals are messengers but they bring offers from different places. Deers are messengers of the spirit, cats are messengers of the gods (divine, universe), etc etc. A message can come in so many forms. Pay close attention to nature because nature always has something meaningful to say to help you along your journey. #spiritAnimal #whirls #totem #guides #grayFeatherEducation #crows #ravens #blackbirds #subconscious #mindIsForever #listen #become #enlighten #lightworker
Heavily based on Viktor Vasnetsov’s painting “the birds of joy and sorrow” 1896. Just reading up more on Russian mythology and wanted to do a small illustration based on it. Little link on more info about the mythology!
There was sadness in everything—in the room, in the ringing bird-calls from the garden, in the lit, golden lawn beyond the window, with its single miraculous cherry-tree breaking in immaculate blossom and tossing long foamy sprays against the sky. She was sad to the verge of tears, and yet the sorrow was rich—a suffocating joy.
Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dungeons for the overbold; The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords.
Wild geese flew over my mountain today, Honked a farewell; they couldn’t stay. Premonition of snow in frosty weather, V'ing south, free birds of a feather. The message they left — don’t dwell in sorrow, Time there’ll be for grief tomorrow. Hold tight to joy before it goes — My heart knows what the wild goose knows. — June Crawford Sanders.