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I would like to share this wonderful art with you by Neil Kristian.
I love the complex minamalistic approch that puts into his artwork. It's fun to try to figure out each Marvel Universe character before looking at the name or title. Most the time I get it right, which means.... this guy is goood!
Here is one of my favorite traditional artist, I found recently: Teresa Wegrzyn !
I love her wonderful bold brush strokes, knife work and use of color. Check her out! She's amazing!
Hello everyone and thank you so much for stoping by to visit.|
Please check out my gallery. It has grown a lot since I first started here.
There is a nice mixture between fantasy sci-fi and realism with a good dose of my style of anime mixed in. I love to do many kinds of artwork ranging from digital to traditional and a mixture of both.
I very much enjoy doing graphite portraits and bold digital works. Saying that much the latest project I have been working on is very different for me. A children's book no less with characters I never thought I would be drawing, but I am having so much fun doing them. I had to tone down the color pallet from my usual style and make it more soft and well girly I might say. But I even had a time when I loved everything pink and pastel, so I am regressing into my very early childhood and getting in touch with the little girl I used to be. She tells me to have tons of fun and so I am.
I hope you will share in my artistic journey as I am enjoying sharing in all of those here on DA. Keep creating everyone.
For those who are visiting here for the first time and others who are not a part of DA, please come back again. I would love having you drop a line here or even on my e-mail: email@example.com.
Be Blessed and Keep Creating,
Current Residence: USA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large
Print preference: 13x19in. 8x11in. 17x11in
Favourite genre of music: Contemporary Christian, Then punk, country, rockabilly, jazz, folksy, etc.
Favourite style of art: Pre-rapealites
Operating System: Mac OS
Favourite cartoon character: Toss up between Garfield and Snoopy
For @crystallized-skiesThe Doll
Silently upon a shelf she sits amongst her own, downtrodden, afraid and alone. Alone you ask, how can that be, but you said she was with her own? Yes, one would think when surrounded by your own kind that you would be in their company, however not her. The past compounds with the present, making her ashamed.
Lost and alone she started on her own, so on her own she shall remain, for now.
With a satin bow upon her head and grey teddy bear in her embrace the rains begin to fall. In the distance she hears a song, a child, sings as loud as she can. Slowly the little girl comes into view with a red umbrella and rubber boots. Her tight red curls bounce freely upon her head as she continues her approach.
As the child’s bright blue eyes meet her own, she wonders, will she continue past? Wanting to be seen, but afraid of rejection she closes her eyes.
“Such a pretty dolly!” she hears the child exclaim.
Which Concerns The FutureSophie was just moments from falling into a deep sleep when she felt Howl sit bolt upright next to her in bed. "Oh my God!"
Of course he waited until she was nearly asleep to have his epiphany. She groaned. "What is it?"
"You " He stopped, and for once it actually sounded like he was trying to think before he spoke. "When you get old, you're not going to turn into the same nagging crone you were earlier, are you?"
He was lucky she didn't have the energy to speak. Otherwise, he might have wound up with a pillow lodged in his mouth. How was she to know what things would be like 70 years from now, assuming they both managed not to kill each other in that time? With a massive effort she finally forced herself to reply. "Go to sleep, Howl."
He had almost managed to do just that when it was Sophie's turn to sit up suddenly with a gasp. "I thought you were going to sleep," he muttered at her.
"What if what if the baby turns out to be just like you?"
Howl's Moving Castle Magic Lessons </b>
"When manipulating the weather you have to keep tight control on the flow of your magic. Release too much as you could end up with an energy surge and end up doing something you didn't intend," Master Howl explained, leaning back on his elbows. He and Markl were reclining on a blanket in the sunshine beside Star Lake, having their magic lesson outside.
Sophie was flitting in and out of the Castle with baskets of clothes, humming happily to herself. She had only been with them a few weeks, but already Markl didn't know how they had coped without her. It was certainly nice to have clean clothes all of the time.
"Because weather is a universal occurrence you have to keep your magic focused on a single area, preferably wherever you are at that moment," Howl continued. "Its far more difficult to try and change the weather on the other side of the country, and, let's face it, what would be the point?"
Markl frowned at Sophie, only half listening to his Master's
A Memory of Winter's DarknessThere was laughter in the tavern.
On cold winter nights such as these the warm friendly atmosphere of the Sleeping Sow was inviting to many of the town folk.
The chairs around the variously shaped wooden tables were filled with the rears of villagers, laughing at jokes that involved someone’s mother. Other choked down large mugs of drink that both warmed their souls and dulled their minds.
In one corner of the tavern two dogs played a game of tug of war for possession of a bone that still had a bit of fat on it.
While in another corner of the tavern, where roaring fire burned in the hearth sat an old man.
No one in the village knew exactly how old he was only that he lived here in the village since the days of their grandparents.
His hair was as white as the snow outside the doors of the tavern, his face was lined with wrinkles, and his hands wrapped tightly around a mug he had yet to take a single drink from were bent and swollen from arthritis.
But his eyes, his icy blue eyes t
A Day for My Fatherhello my dear father,
I would like you to know,
I will treasure you,
Where ever you go.
Morning will come,
And evening will go,
You are a constant
You let your love flow.
Gone are the days,
That we would play,
Gone are the years,
I wish they would stay.
The pain has returned,
Because you went home,
I miss you father,
I feel so alone.
Today was for you,
You could't arrive,
No way to call you,
Somehow I will survive.
I spill my guts, yet it isn't enough.I am small,
with shaky hands
& feeble knees.
I am fragile,
with an aching heart
& a mind that does
what it please.
I am a building which crumbles,
a tide that could swallow you whole,
a caged up animal whose bite
could snap your rotten bones.
Most of all;
I am not short of but a lost soul,
with a smile that isn't perfect or whole,
but still deserves to have
a meaning in the world,
instead of being treated as
if I belong to rot in a hole.
The Dream of Returning Home
Clay carefully tucked the silver necklace and St Jude medal under his shirt. It'd fallen out when Luke landed a nice right cross and nearly put Clay on the ground. But he'd recovered quicker than Luke ever thought he would and capitalized on the surprise with an upper cut that left Luke laid out. It took three of their crew to carry him to the medical bay. Clay had walked and patiently waited to be attended to for his injuries.
He'd only had a moment to glance out the window and see the small dot of light that was his home before Crash was sitting down in front of him and asking why he'd picked another fight. “I was bored.”
“Most people have hobbies for when they're bored.” Crash pulled a fresh kit out and opened the package so he could clean the open wounds on Clay's face.
“Fighting is my hobby.” Clay smirked at the look Crash gave him. “What?”
“Sometimes, I don't think you'll ever learn.