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I walked past this bike rack while in Michigan recently, and this particular angle immediately caught my eye.
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Taken right before I tight-rope walked across.
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The view from below a popular piece of art at the Smithsonian Mall
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This is a drawing that is very near and dear to my heart. :heart:
It started out as an attempt to cheer up :iconmidnightmoon0290: one day when she posted a depressing facebook status. I told her that I was building a happy cloud where nothing bad ever happens and that I wanted her to come with so I wouldn't be lonely. We already had a joke about living out of my car, Loretta, along with our friend's cat, Jo Jo. (Get it? Jo Jo and Loretta? "Get Back" by the Beatles?) So naturally Jo Jo and Loretta had to live on the cloud with us, as well as our pal Laura, seeing as Jo Jo's her cat. By this point we'd decided that anything goes and figured we might as well bring our favorite musical Brits along; Tears For Fears, singing "Advice For the Young At Heart" (because we couldn't stop singing it that day, and we figured it was kind of appropriate Happy Cloud music,) and Pink Floyd, all stuffed in the trunk. :XD: The guy tied to the roof with the bongos is another friend, Antonio, who plays every instrument known to man, and as for why he has bongos, it's a whole nother story involving "Advice For the Young At Heart" and sharing brainwaves. The abridged version is: We had an argument over what instrument was played in the beginning of "Advice." Both of us were wrong, they're bongos. I texted her the word "BONGOS" the next day and she knew exactly what I was talking about. And we also just kinda wanted an excuse to include Antonio. :P
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Sooooooo I forget what I called this one. ^^; If anyone remembers, lemme know. It's not actually called Roland, that's just what I refer to him as, cuz Roland was my model. :heart:

This is as of yet my favorite thing I've ever done and it was a huge breakthrough for me. LOVE!
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A piece nearly four months in the making! Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith, AKA my two favorite british men, Tears For Fears! All the words are the titles of over 50 of thier songs, with a few choice lyrics in there too.

Colored pencil, indian ink, Sharpie.


-"Floating Down the River (Once Again)" is the most recent song from TFF. (Dare I say possibly last?! There hasn't been anything in a few years! D: Come on Roland!) It wasn't written in time to make it on to thier reunion album, but they did release it as a bonus track to a compilation album, and they perform it at every show. It's one of my personal favorites and I think it really fits.
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I hiked along the trail that day,
The air was cool and crisp,
A solitary hiking trip
My pace was not quite brisk.

I had not hiked for very long
Beneath the trees' green shade,
Until a voice behind me hailed
From deep within a glade.

I turned to look with some surprise,
For few of this trail knew
And found myself near face to face
With eyes of twinkling blue.

His skin was of a tawny shade
With freckles everywhere,
Great antlers sprouted 'bove his brow
From curls of auburn hair.

His clothing was of nat'ral make
And wings I did not see,
But this slight clue I did not need
For clearly fey was he.

My recognition for his type
Was written on my face
He noted it with smirk and bow
All Faerie's courtly grace.

"I see that you know of my kind,
Old tales from days of yore."
Said I to him, with wary look,
"Indeed I know your lore."

His smile at this much wider grew,
Me up and down he eyed,
"Then wise are you to know us well,
For most think we have died."

Because indeed the tales I knew
I watched and held quite still;
For this lone sprite I did not trust,
'Bove else his sly good will.

Continuing his playful grin,
Once more he spoke to me:
"Oh, come with me to Seelie Court,
Lost wonders you will see."

His siren's song I felt quite deep,
It stirred within my soul.
And yet I knew I must resist;
My ruin was his goal.

I looked upon his beck'ning hand,
The mischief in his eye,
And knew right then I'd ne'er return
In his fey realm I'd die.

I tore my gaze from his and turned
My back to his fair face,
"I will not come with you!" cried I,
"And be prey to your race."

Far from that place I quickly ran,
Escape took all my will
His parting look I did but glimpse
Bright eyes that haunt me still.

I think 'pon him on summer nights,
My cunning Sylvan Fey;
Perhaps he thinks upon me still,
The one who got away.
Ooh, a literature update? What is this? :XD:

Anyway, this is a ballad I wrote for a class, but I'm rather pleased with it. I'm posting it because ~SARS-08 reminded me that I've had it sitting around on my computer for a year now, and hadn't done anything with it. But in any case, this is a traditional ballad. I really like the flow that the ballad form has (iambic, 4 line stanzas, abcb format, 8/6/8/6 syllables, for those who are interested). This format just flows for me. :D I may rewrite the end, if I feel inspired. I have a separate (unfinished) version that I poke at every once in a while, where the end is different. Anyway, let me know what you think!
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This was a facial study that we did in drawing class. They have these great geometric heads, where all of the planes and angles of the face are evident. And that is what I drew this from. I really, really like how those heads look. So cool! Oh, yeah, and I like how this came out, as well. :XD:
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Yup, we had a nice little one-day blizzard on Oct. 29. So what was the obvious thing to do? Why, go build a snowman in the (no longer running) fountain, of course! :XD: :iconcds-03: was my accomplice in this. :D Anyway, it's not normal to get snow in October where I live, so it was kind of a big deal. ;p But we had a lovely time, lost power all day, but still managed to have hot chocolate.
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i loaded this onto my computer and found the bird there a nice surprize :) i totally didn't even realize he was in my shot lol
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haha! Yes I did paint my calculator case like the TARDIS! :XD:
I was looking at it in math one day (bored out of my mind, of course) and I thought "hey...this is TARDIS shaped!" and thus this beauty was born! :icondoctorthumbsupplz:

I had to make math more interesting somehow. :shrug:

Thanks go to my ultra-cool sister :iconcds-03: who assisted me with her art skills and supplied...well...supplies! :XD: :hug:

also, I had no idea what category to put this in...if you think it should be changed tell me! :D
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i like the angle...
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we all need a new beginning.

this is mine

(C) Tim
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I honestly don't know where I was going with this one, probably for some abstract metaphor. Anyway, I just like how the condensation on the glass is the key point of focus.
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I give you it all, just for a day, just for a second.
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And this is how I will feel
When my tears turn to salt water.
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"You never really wanted it.
You'll settle for a bit of it.
We started with a big bang,
And now it's comming back again.
Hey, don't you feel it now?
My shiny side down.
Hey, burning brighter still.
And you're getting sick,
And you're feeling it.
It'll wear you down and wear you down.
You chase it, breathing in and out and in and out.
They'll push you up against the wall, against the wall.
You didn't think you'd feel it all,
but you were wrong about it. Push.
It started with a handgun loaded with excuses.
I started faking it and then we started breaking it.
All the pieces used to fit.
Using like it's going out of style.
Maybe just a little while.
And this will be the last time;
Everytime's the last time."

Meghan.

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It's fantastic!:XD: Finally got my butt into gear and drew the 9th (and my favorite) Doctor. I didn't quite capture his expression, but for a first try in pen I'm very pleased with the result. Eccleston has such a great interesting face! Drawn from a reference, probably took like an hour and a half.

Doctor Who belongs to BBC
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Yes, the title is a really bad pun.:XD: Anyway, did this in art class. It was supposed to reflect Kieth Haring's style *failed*, and I used part of The Singing Butler, a painting by Jack Vettriano, as the subject. [link] Is this legal?:XD: But no, really, this is one of my favorite works of art.:D

The Singing Butler © Jack Vettriano
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I'm fairly sure I'm going to add a background to this one so I'll update this when I'm done, I just wanted to post something new. I have so, so many half finished drawings that I just need to sit down and finish .*sigh*
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While the Earth spins, while the stars burn,
While the comets blaze and the oceans churn;
While the winds blow, and the birds cry
As they fly across the open sky...

In the dark of night, in the light of day,
In the summer grass where we used to play,
In the trees that now have grown so tall
In the beauty of the leaves in Fall...

When the lovers dance, and the children sing,
When the bright red roses bloom in spring;
When I lay in bed and hear the trees
As they rustle in the midnight breeze...

Until I'm old, until I'm gone,
Until the sun rises on some distant dawn;
Until time ends, until forever's passed
Until I'm with you again at last...

I will think of you, I will see your face,
I'll remember you can't be replaced,
I will never let your memory die
Because I will never say goodbye.
Obviously this poem is about loss. I think it's pretty.
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Life of a Tree

Entwined with the earth,
Time passes slowly, slowly.
Waiting for the end,
I have seen enough of this world.

Time passes slowly, slowly.
Seasons change, people die.
I have seen enough of this world
By simply sitting, waiting, watching.

Seasons change people die,
But I have endured, lost in time.
By simply sitting, watching, thinking,
I have learned a secret.

I have endured, lost in space,
Nothing knowing me, me on this mountain
But I have learned a secret:
Life is nothing without death.

Nothing knows me on this mountain
But I am forever here, never leaving.
Life is nothing without death
Because how can it be savored?



I am never leaving, forever living
And it saddens me,
Because how can life be savored
If I know it will never end?

It saddens me
To think of tomorrow.
I know life will never end,
So nothing is unique.

Thinking of tomorrow
Is so melancholy.
Nothing is ever unique
If I cannot think of today.

My life is so melancholy.
Everything will happen again,
So I cannot think of today,
Because it means nothing.

Everything will happen again;
I will always laugh again, feel again, love again.
Today means nothing
If there is always tomorrow.
Pantoum. It's supposed to be from the perspective of a tree, if you didn't get it from the title. I know it's ten stanzas and doesnt end with lines from the first stanza but i couldn't do it, so I'll just take the point cut. I'm actually very proud of this, especially the last 6 stanzas.
What do you think yyd55 (thats your name from now on)?
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I won't normally be putting up photos it's just that I'm particularly proud of this one. I took it about two years ago while in Jamaica and printed it out. I had to scan the printed copy and it gave it a sort of greenish tinge, but you know how scanners are... I don't know who the man is but he was sitting on that rock face begging to be photgraphed so I satisfied his yearning.
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that we saw while walking the hills of Mineral Wells, WV.
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A single amethyst point, with greyish-lavender silk and just a touch of silver.

The amethyst bead is an unusual matte texture, not polished like most amethyst, tumbled just enough to remove any roughness. It has been deftly wrapped with silver wire, a few tiny round silver beads added to the top, and knotted onto a double length of hand-painted silk cord. The necklace is finished with a sterling silver scrolled hook-style clasp. Measures about 20 inches (50 cm) long.

This necklace is truly a sensual experience--the silk sliding so comfortably around your neck, the cool weight of the amethyst resting against your collarbone. Casual enough to wear with jeans and that perfect simple top, dressy enough to pair with the little black dress!

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A cosmic explosion of colour, with a shimmering blue sun at its center!
Tiny seed beads are stitched into a ruffled disk shape around a gleaming electric blue shimmerstone (glass cabochon with vibrant colour beneath the glass). The colours go from deep blue through purples and pinks, with a light raspberry red around the edge. Set upon an adjustable silver plated ring base.

The ring centerpiece is approximately 1 inch (2.5cm) in diameter.

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Available through my [link] (Etsy shop), just drop me a note if you're interested.

The stone labradorite with its unassuming grey shade with flashes of blue and green, has reminded me of Gandalf ever since I got involved with Lord of the Rings. I've been wanting to make a labradorite necklace around that idea for a long time, and here it is.

A large labradorite pendant has a unique wire bail with a secret: a hook back which allows the pendant to be moved and hooked onto most any point of the necklace. Labradorite rondelles are spaced with curved textured silver discs (took me ages to find those in silver plate; all the others on the market are high-priced sterling) spaced with rounds and bugle beads. I also used labradorite teardrops spaced with the same discs, a large labradorite bead in a rare marquis shape, a handmade lampwork glass bead by [link] (NomadCraftsInc) and finished it off with a hammered handmade wire clasp.
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