Concept Art By Moebius, For Jodorowsky’s Dune

i dont like how napoleon was drawn but i havwnt drawn him properly in a while.

rabban when the baron asks wtf he's doing on arrakis

by Waldemar Świerzy

Varieté (E.A Dupont, 1925) 

Don't ever, ever listen to the jinn. The jinn? Jinn. Desert spirits. They whisper at night. They can posses you.

Control Room, 2004 (embroidery on black velvet) & Space Station, 2006 (embroidery on canvas)

Farhad Moshiri

John Brosio (American, b. 1968, Pasadena, CA, USA) - Dinosaurs Eating CEO, 2013, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

“The Wall” David Lynch for Adidas — 1993 With music by Angelo Badalamenti

The only torment of the righteous at their final hour And the only one by which I will be torn apart Is to see, in dying, pale and dark envy Drip onto my brow both disgrace and infamy To die for the people and be by them abhorred.

(Maximilien Robespierre. What he feared, came to pass)

About the poem:

The poem in question was published in the memoirs of Maximilien Robespierre's sister, Charlotte. According to her: "A single fear tormented him, it was that the wicked, after having assassinated him, would pour calumny upon him.” Charlotte further claims that: “ On this subject, he composed some verses of which I only recall the following five.”

However, it's important to approach this account with caution. Both Charlotte and the editor of her memoirs, Albert Laponneraye, had a clear motive: they aimed to restore the reputations of the Robespierre brothers. This intention likely influenced their portrayal of events and characters, casting them in an overly favorable light.

That being said, the older Robespierre was quite an apt poet. It’s also not a stretch that he was acutely aware the end was near. Taking this into account, it’s not far fetched that he would have written the five verses Charlotte remembered. And if not? Well it means Charlotte is pretty good at writing fanfiction, I suppose…

Source

Memories of Charlotte Robespierre of her two brothers

Judge Holden when he sits with his hands cupped in his lap and seems much satisfied at the world, as if his counsel had been sought at its creation, after casting artifacts into a fire to expunge them from the memory of man: