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so...what to tell ??
u can wonder by yourself what went on here

it's not continuation to the "dead series", yet.
and before u ask: i use fake blood that i buy from a store.

She is Riikka M., a colleque of mine.
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hungry?

i did this just for the visuals and fun of it. and i can't help but like the freakiness of the idea LOL however this 'fun' cost me almost 40$ (fabrics, pearls, etc.) :x (Mad) all jewellery hand made by me, as well as the dress+veil and make-up & 'special effects' :) (Smile)

i must've taken like 150 shots and tried at least dozen different things, but as always, i went with my original idea i had pictured in my head.

just enjoy the view :) (Smile)

oh, and thank ~superkev for the title rofl

she is Eve.

ADDITION: she's holding a piece of glass in her hand, sorry it's hard to see because of the size, i don't want to jam your browser with a huge image.
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so i'm just attracted to lips and blood and gore and stuff. forgive me

it was too dark at first so i had to PS it lighter, especially the razors...
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“Sticks and stones may break my bones – but words will never hurt me”

What a crock of shit. Disbelief I’ve been wanting to do a piece on how words can scar a person for a while. I finally decided that this image best represents what I hate about being labeled for life once a word is thrown your way. It’s as if you are suddenly “defined” – that that is ALL of who you are. One mistake, one action, one assumption and suddenly you are nothing more – incapable of growth or change. For life you are what they decided in their eyes – and they keep you in a box, refusing to let you grow, change, be more.

There are many words that scar. Fat. Ugly. Weak. Stupid. The list goes on and on –these are the ones that I have chosen :

Fake – anytime someone thinks they know your motivations, your whole story, believes you couldn’t possibly be who you appear to be – they call you fake – as in NOT REAL. Everyone is REAL. And you don’t know anyone’s real story but your own. Your conception of any other person is tainted by your own stories, issues, appearances, assumptions, etc.

Liar – not honest. EVERYONE has told a lie at one point or another in their life. Remember the saying “I’ve never told a lie.” – Response “Well there’s you’re first one then”. Do you know their issue? Their story? Perhaps they had to lie to survive at one point in their life. Perhaps they grew up learning to lie. Perhaps they’re frightened of the conflict. I’m not condoning dishonesty – but its an awfully judging person to label someone for life and NO ONE, I repeat NO ONE has NEVER told a lie. (and don’t bother to post you haven’t – read above – there’s your first)

Slut – a woman that has sex with more partners than you find appropriate. This is probably one of the most over used words to describe women to me. Sexuality coming from their own wishes is often stifled in women – as if the desire or freedom of sexual partners and the choices they make, make them “less”. Who are you to decide what the appropriate number of lovers is for a person? How much are you assuming by their behavior on the outside?

Killer – any woman that ever had to cross a line of protestors to receive an abortion has been labeled this lovely word. Do you know her story? Do you care? Why do your moral beliefs have to match hers?

I’ve been called all of these words at one time or another – and a few others. I’ve learned to “own” them and be accountable for my actions and know that I am OH SO MUCH MORE in the big picture. Nod

Don’t let anyone define who you are but you. Don’t let anyone keep you in a box because they called you a name. Your actions define who you are – sure – and you know what – people make mistakes. People are often misunderstood. People don’t come with an accurate history so you know their full story and how they obtained their faults, mistakes or stumbles in trying to figure out who they are for themselves.

I’ve got a few words for you – forgiveness, understanding, respect, privacy.

Anyone who’s been scarred by words - Hug - you know who you are inside. That is all that matters. Life is hard people – worry about yourself.

Heart
mary
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this is theresa and her long hair amidst the flowers :floating:

:heart:
Mary

another image for in honor of romance and such for the month of :heart: - for those of you that watch me - this is Theresa - the mother to Danielle the gorgeous little girl in my gallery - you will see the apple did not fall far from the tree :floating:

this is a common romantic idea - i personally have been influenced by seeing the renditions of the concept from both :iconfleshncolor: and recently an image by kittynn

i love the colors and the flow of her hair in and around the flowers - FULL VIEW to get tangled up in it :heart:

*****
edit: :| its too dark on some monitors like my she's eating rubies. at home its gorgeous - here at work its too dark and you can't see her hair amidst the flowers well - so turn up your monitors and hope for the best :shrug:
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"why don't you come up and see me some time big boy"
- Mae West ;)

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i am in LOVE with this image :nod: its with a new model and lets just say the P around her neck stand for playful :p i love the flirty pose. :heart: this was all about the accessories - the necklace, the coat, the nails, the glasses - so i put it in fashion instead of expressive or portrait or romantic :shrug:

please FULL VIEW and know this had very minor play in levels. i think the colors came out fantastic and it reminds me of a magazine ad or almost a painting :floating:

another image of :heart: and romance for February. enjoy! :blowkiss:

:heart:
mary
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Writing you

Splash.
Ink drops onto "love"
covers the word completely.

Drop Drop.
Two further puddles swallow "eternity".

Splash.
Seven tears blurr the letters of " farewell".

Then the feather falls.

It's always the same
when writing you.


~Lia Sáile | 1st November '03


Well, obviously the prose is inspired by the image.
The actual letter contains a lyric I wrote some days ago, which is not the prose written above.
Thanks for taking a look, thanks for reading.
And no, obviously I'm not a writer *lol* But I try :)

SeaFairy: Official hopefully to be finished within the next week. Read my journalentries, if interested in news.
Thanks also for the support and the last topfave, much appreciated!

-Lia S.
EDIT: I have some difficulties editing. I am sorry for the loss ofyour comments, but I read them all before deleting and through this want to endlessly than you for the faves and nice thoughts. Thank you :hug:
Also, I am unable to make prints since version three... so to those who wrote me, I am sorry, but at the moment I can't add those you suggested, but it is definitly considered and I'll follow your wishes, when it works again! :hug:
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Just because...:butterflytwo:




Hope you like it...
SeaFairy.com
-Lia S.

{edit}
I overworked the darkness and blackness and the light in some parts as suggested. thanks for pointing it out, I always have trouble with that because my screen is very dark and thus I sometimes miss those dark spots etc. So thanks for helping me out.
{/edit}
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Spring in my eyes








DSC-F717.
Some experiments.
Model: Me.
Please Fullview!


Thanks! Here's a kiss for you, my love!
-Lilly
[link]
+ my photographypage opening soon! :) (Smile)
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Description = use your imagination.

Scratches = brush. Don't know where from.
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Wishing it were real,
And wishing it were not.
Wishing she had the courage,
And wishing she could run.


Again, there was a lot more to this poem to begin with, but I've decided not to post it in full.

Edit 24 June 04: Added extra visible watermark to discourage rippers. RIP THIS, I RIP OFF YOUR BALLS.
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Coming together..
Just to fall apart.
Touching your skin..
Just to feel mine burn.



Theatre paint on my face. Eyes are dodged.

Edit 24 June 04: Added extra-visible watermark as this image has been ripped too many times. RIP THIS, AND I RIP OFF YOUR BALLS.
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She always sits in the shower like that.








*suzi9mm
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she's so beatiful and brave: it was freezing cold outside.





girl in the picture
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It was very hard for me to submit this... But this is exactly what I feel like. Naked and alone.
It's not my intention to expose myself, I just want to express myself.. Since I can't do it with words. I hope you understand..



Thank you Painkiller
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I know, another selfportrait..

But it's my art, and I'm not doing anything wrong, so don't bother giving me any comments about me being full of myself..

By the way, this is for Disi.
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One, ooh so lonely star,
clinging to the void.

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Trying out some black and white photography.
And this time I used my sisters Nikon Coolpix 2100, wich brings out details extremely well.
Please full-view.
:nod:
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Elm
For Ruth Fainlight

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
Echoing, echoing.

Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, this big hush.
And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires.

Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.
Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

I let her go. I let her go
Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? -

Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

I first read this poem by Sylvia Plath when I was 14 years old and it felt like it was about me. It is still my favorite poem, and it inspires me a lot.
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Another older photo that was rescued from the damaged harddrive.

model:Carolina
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Fading...


this has been done too much... I know, I know...

I kind of like the pale colors in this one... exactly how I feel at the moment

Depressed

And please see the FULL-VIEW
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God won't you help me
Break from my weakness-
never let me hurt this way again


...Yes. I know about the quality.


Enjoy :heart:
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You'll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you

You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never live this life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

-Fiona Apple
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am·o·rous
adj.

Strongly attracted or disposed to love, especially sexual love.
Indicative of love or sexual desire: an amorous glance.
Of or associated with love: an amorous poem.
Being in love; enamored: He had been amorous of her since the day they met.


Take it how you want ...

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Sorry for the two posts in one day.
I do enjoy this shot more. And I love this camera oh so much.

I will have it down soon enough.

Enjoy :heart:
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NO IMAGES IN MY GALLERY MAY BE USED OR MANIPULATED WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. If you ignore this you could be fined up to $150,000 according to [link] TRUST ME, It isn't worth it.. I will prosecute. Anyone who sees my unauthorized artwork and tells me about it will recieve a REWARD from me. thankyou
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you know you want to....
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NO IMAGES IN MY GALLERY MAY BE USED OR MANIPULATED WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. If you ignore this you could be fined up to $150,000 according to [link] TRUST ME, It isn't worth it.. I will prosecute. Anyone who sees my unauthorized artwork and tells me about it will recieve a REWARD from me. thankyou
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The beautiful Caroline again....Like I said before..I am in love with this whole series.
FULL VIEW
provia cross-processed
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NO IMAGES IN MY GALLERY MAY BE USED OR MANIPULATED WITH OUT MY PERMISSION. If you ignore this you could be fined up to $150,000 according to [link] TRUST ME, It isn't worth it.. I will prosecute. Anyone who sees my unauthorized artwork and tells me about it will recieve a REWARD from me. thankyou
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Stina again...I loved this outfit. Makes me think japanese girl scout.
Cross processed
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re·tract (r-trkt)
To take back; disavow: refused to retract the statement.

sometimes i wish i could eat my words, though they would not be sweet.

[just an edit. comments are appreciated, but not required. i just saw that i didnt have a watermark on this, so i had to fix it ;p]
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I can’t imagine how many people will ignore this image thinking it's some teen angst expression. No matter.
This image defines many women. Self-mutilation is a trait, a characteristic now. Self-mutilation, of the physical nature, words, or emotion. Many women talk themselves down because they don’t measure up to their standards. Like fat matters. Their body fat decides who dates them, who fucks them, who hires them.

This encompasses it all in a way. This is one way I chose to illustrate this. The obvious fat on the girl demonstrates her image; the stretch marks are the flaws. The cut is the pain.
This is the American woman.
This defines me, too.

Technical: plastic wound. Natural light.
PS: grain. Blended the plastic wound lines into surrounding skin. Watermark. Border.
Copyright: annieday2005
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im sure the full view looks better...
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