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୧ ‧₊˚ ⚔️ soul collage 🏰₊˚⊹♡ by @kota.coda

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6 months ago

tickles and giggles taken in National Gallery of Victoria by @kota.coda

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8 months ago

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about love. That overused, underfed accessory to life, priced differently by each of its owners and priced even higher by those who simply gaze at it from afar; like Audrey Hepburn gazed at the cold, simple marvels of diamonds in that one film about breakfast and a store of pale-blue.
Love is, as much as it is a feeling, a word. It is the window through which we all see. It is the first smudge of paint on a canvas deceptively blank; it is the last creature of its kind, sound of fragile-mind, all soft and tender and gasping; fresh from a womb we forget we’ve always been hosting. It is a touch (mostly craved/ seldom treasured/ perpetually fleeting). It is a creation: mother and child/ plant and flower/ blood and sword. It is the roots of us all, dug down deep. Even deeper than crusts and souls. Deep enough so that we may learn to trust the earth from which we so unforgivingly come.
It is all of that and yet, dizzyingly, much more. Such a frightening sum of meaning is carried in so very quaint a form. We all swoon, collectively-dazed, teary-eyed and grateful because of it/ during it/ after it. Meanwhile, upon a marble of elements, rattling in an inky-silk bag of other marbles. Meanwhile, within our dew drop of consciousness; ever sliding somewhere yet always staying home. How silly. How mortal. How pleasant.
The addiction to love, its possibilities/ its presence/ its long-forgotten age (for such treasures are always ageless, trust) is real. Just as much as we are real. The home discovered in another human’s eyes is real. The whispers, half-downy with your inability to remember the unabashed curves of the speaker’s voice, in those times when the windows are black and the pillow is black and you know only that pristine emptiness of being wholly alone with only yourself to blame: that is real. It’s all real. Love is real! We must be unashamedly reverent to it. We must coax it like a misunderstood beast from every cave we come across. We must hunt it, without arrows or strategy, but with the openness of children and the blind faith of those who do not believe in tragedy. We must
love. Love. Love.
Isn’t the answer almost always love? by @kota.coda

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a year ago

life of late in parallels ₊˚⊹ ࿔ by @kota.coda

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a year ago

Northward flees, ‘neath ageing day,
the wind: a momentous wing;
with it such valiant knights of silver
to make sweet faeries sing. by @kota.coda

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a year ago

elixir of life •

My first drawing with a ✨moving element✨
Shoutout to my childhood favourite Interactive Alice In Wonderland book for the inspiration for this.
(Swipe to the last slide to see the effect)

Also, fun fact: the insect in the glass is a termite queen. They are the longest-living insect, enduring for up to 50 years.
Itchy yet? Me too.

Hope you like it :) by @kota.coda

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a year ago

Conversing with the Ancients ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ taken in Sassafras, Victoria, Australia by @kota.coda

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a year ago

Hangin out by @kota.coda

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2 years ago

Two to One ••• ink on paper
Swipe to see all the ✨juicy details✨ by @kota.coda

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2 years ago

“Let’s go look at art, to forget about life for a while.” by @kota.coda

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2 years ago

Offering of Heart <3 by @kota.coda

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2 years ago

*disappears into the bushes* by @kota.coda

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2 years ago