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Josef Bartoň

Jugar

Carlos Henrique Reinesch

Lecciones de anatomía

Mike Reedy crea algunas obras maravillosas e inquietantes mezclando un estilo nuevo con la ilustración más clásica.

Interiores

Jonathan

Sendas por recorrer

Marc Brouquet

Entzia dormida

Frágil

Alain Baum

La nieve lo encanta todo, parece detener hasta el aire, convierte el mundo en un sueño frágil.

Alone in this used and tired winter ligth

berk öztürk

Niebla

Adrian K.

Puertas

Martin Tomsu

La forma que adoptan a veces los sueños

Lois Van Baarle

Luz

Olivier

Está empezando a clarear

O simplemente jugando

Kelly Bastow

Pero juntos

Jugando en la nieve

Eltasia

A veces los inviernos malos son también los más bonitos.

Presagios

Martin Bland, crónicas del futuro.

Azul

Buguanle

Porque a veces hasta el aire parece lleno de vida y todo es inusual, y lleno de sentido.

Soñar

Siddhartha

Hielo y Fuego

IngoES

Luz

NestR

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell!

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is know in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

Landscapes

Raphaël Lacoste "Art Director, Photographer, Illustrator and Matte painter in the film and video game industry."