1. What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    No time to stand beneath the boughs
    And stare as long as sheep or cows.

    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

    No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance.

    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began.

    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    — Lesiure - W.H Davies

  2. meagansmoviealphabet:

Here’s my print for Gallery 1988’s offical Ghostbusters show opening in New York tomorrow! All details available on Gallery 1988’s website.
This print will be travelling form New York to Los Angeles, and Chicago before heading to San Diego Comic Con. Ahh so excited to finally share it!
'Who You Gonna Call?'
Gicleé Print numbered edition of 30

    meagansmoviealphabet:

    Here’s my print for Gallery 1988’s offical Ghostbusters show opening in New York tomorrow! All details available on Gallery 1988’s website.

    This print will be travelling form New York to Los Angeles, and Chicago before heading to San Diego Comic Con. Ahh so excited to finally share it!

    'Who You Gonna Call?'

    Gicleé Print numbered edition of 30

  3. One more Unfortunate,
    Weary of breath,
    Rashly importunate,
    Gone to her death!

    Take her up tenderly,
    Lift her with care;
    Fashion’d so slenderly
    Young, and so fair!

    Look at her garments
    Clinging like cerements;
    Whilst the wave constantly
    Drips from her clothing;
    Take her up instantly,
    Loving, not loathing.

    Touch her not scornfully;
    Think of her mournfully,
    Gently and humanly;
    Not of the stains of her,
    All that remains of her
    Now is pure womanly.

    Make no deep scrutiny
    Into her mutiny
    Rash and undutiful:
    Past all dishonour,
    Death has left on her
    Only the beautiful.

    Still, for all slips of hers,
    One of Eve’s family—
    Wipe those poor lips of hers
    Oozing so clammily.

    Loop up her tresses
    Escaped from the comb,
    Her fair auburn tresses;
    Whilst wonderment guesses
    Where was her home?

    Who was her father?
    Who was her mother?
    Had she a sister?
    Had she a brother?
    Or was there a dearer one
    Still, and a nearer one
    Yet, than all other?

    Alas! for the rarity
    Of Christian charity
    Under the sun!
    O, it was pitiful!
    Near a whole city full,
    Home she had none.

    Sisterly, brotherly,
    Fatherly, motherly
    Feelings had changed:
    Love, by harsh evidence,
    Thrown from its eminence;
    Even God’s providence
    Seeming estranged.

    Where the lamps quiver
    So far in the river,
    With many a light
    From window and casement,
    From garret to basement,
    She stood, with amazement,
    Houseless by night.

    The bleak wind of March
    Made her tremble and shiver;
    But not the dark arch,
    Or the black flowing river:
    Mad from life’s history,
    Glad to death’s mystery,
    Swift to be hurl’d—
    Anywhere, anywhere
    Out of the world!

    In she plunged boldly—
    No matter how coldly
    The rough river ran—
    Over the brink of it,
    Picture it—think of it,
    Dissolute Man!
    Lave in it, drink of it,
    Then, if you can!

    Take her up tenderly,
    Lift her with care;
    Fashion’d so slenderly,
    Young, and so fair!

    Ere her limbs frigidly
    Stiffen too rigidly,
    Decently, kindly,
    Smooth and compose them;
    And her eyes, close them,
    Staring so blindly!

    Dreadfully staring
    Thro’ muddy impurity,
    As when with the daring
    Last look of despairing
    Fix’d on futurity.

    Perishing gloomily,
    Spurr’d by contumely,
    Cold inhumanity,
    Burning insanity,
    Into her rest.—
    Cross her hands humbly
    As if praying dumbly,
    Over her breast!

    Owning her weakness,
    Her evil behaviour,
    And leaving, with meekness,
    Her sins to her Saviour!

    — The Bridge of Sighes - Thomas Hood

  4. robertickismirolo:

Type piece I did for NCAD’s rag week. (get it?)

Vulgar yet delightful

    robertickismirolo:

    Type piece I did for NCAD’s rag week. (get it?)

    Vulgar yet delightful

  5. hollywoodbabylondublin:

HUGE HAIR, AMAZING POSTER April 12th @LighthouseD7

Here is the digital version of the poster I designed for Hollywood Babylon :-)
Screen prints of the florescent pink variant are available on the night of screening and from Damn Fine Print’s website

    hollywoodbabylondublin:

    HUGE HAIR, AMAZING POSTER April 12th @LighthouseD7

    Here is the digital version of the poster I designed for Hollywood Babylon :-)

    Screen prints of the florescent pink variant are available on the night of screening and from Damn Fine Print’s website

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  7. With the help of Alan Clarke & Mick Minogue I Found the Stephens Green Specteral Society today #transformyourcity

    With the help of Alan Clarke & Mick Minogue I Found the Stephens Green Specteral Society today #transformyourcity

  8. #HappyStPatricksDay  beer and work :-)

    #HappyStPatricksDay beer and work :-)

  9. Look what arrived from Greece thanks tind, time to sign and send to New York #FTLO @fortheloveof_ftlo

    Look what arrived from Greece thanks tind, time to sign and send to New York #FTLO @fortheloveof_ftlo

  10. At #derrenbrown best last minute free ticket ever!

    At #derrenbrown best last minute free ticket ever!

  11. torontocrow:

Tippi Hedren and one of The Birds

    torontocrow:

    Tippi Hedren and one of The Birds

  12. REQUIRED READING - Gallery 1988 by MegHylandHand Pulled metallic Screenprint of Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: Story of a Murderer for Gallery 1988’s Required Reading Show.

    REQUIRED READING - Gallery 1988 by MegHyland
    Hand Pulled metallic Screenprint of Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: Story of a Murderer for Gallery 1988’s Required Reading Show.

  13. SOUNDS DAMN FINE by MegHylandScreen Print for Damn Fine Print’s ‘Sounds Damn Fine’ Exhibition based on Tom Wait’s ‘Little Drop of Poison’. Limited Edition of 30.

    SOUNDS DAMN FINE by MegHyland
    Screen Print for Damn Fine Print’s ‘Sounds Damn Fine’ Exhibition based on Tom Wait’s ‘Little Drop of Poison’. Limited Edition of 30.