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The Festival, a painting of “an intimating of an alien race, I had in mind, the survival of some clan of pre-Aryan sorcerers, who preserved primitive rites like those of the witch-cult in Western Europe, an old people, and… strange, because they had come as dark furtive folk from opiate southern gardens of orchids, and spoken another tongue before they learnt the tongue of the blue-eyed fishers.., a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings; and as they reached the throng of celebrants the cowled figures seized and mounted them, and rode off one by one along the reaches of that unlighted river, into pits and galleries of panic where poison springs feed frightful and undiscoverable cataracts". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich,
Surreal artwork with fantastical creatures, humanoids, and vivid flora in a dream-like landscape, under a blue sky.