Not really a Padawan, just want to be one.
All things geeky, nerdy, fantasy, and anything in between. Also some non-geeky things, too. I make and sell a bit of everything.
I am located in the U.S. I'm strictly an online shop & try to make conventions and events whenever I can to sell there as well.
I ship within the U.S. ONLY
I try to do local repairs on jewelry items if something is sold locally
Not only do I create crafty and nifty things, I also have a photography business also. Please contact me about pricing and descriptions at my email account listed above. I generally only do photo works in person locally. I do work in the Southeastern Tennessee-North Georgia area, unless the location is a convention or event that I travel out of my way to. Thank you!
→traditional drawing & painting (watercolor)
→CD & book covers
→commissioned artwork (OPEN)
I currently am working on uploading a portfolio of my different works to this dA. I have been in the photography and digital art business for 10+ years. I had an old dA account but that one remains inactive due to personal reasons.
I am OPEN for commissions! Please message me for pricing
COMMISSION PRICES: Prices are listed in USD.
Photo retouch (per photo)
Photo sessions (local shoots only):
Literature (prose, haiku, sonnet, limerick, short story, etc.) Please choose your style and subject when choosing a literature commission.
Amulet"I stood in a hollow place. The world around me was in continuous flux. Moments of stasis would occur, until they were ruptured by chaos. Walls would surround me and then dissipate. I could see through them to the yards, cities, and oceans beyond.
Only one object remained static in this visage. A table in the center of a room would fluctuate in and out of existence. Atop it was the object. Solid and immobile. It drew my focus; begged for it.
I took one step and the Earth beneath my feet shattered. But I stayed afloat. I took another. The emptiness of the aether surrounded me on all sides. Walls, cities, and oceans disappeared entirely. All that remained was me, the void, and...
- the object."
I had a rushing thought, and yet, slow in piecing itself together. I shook and shivered, as if the oceanic bite and curl froze my body in place. My hands uncurled from around the object in my hand with much abandon. I was petrified. I could not avert my gaze from this
Madame SeaShe is blue
The grief of fishermen’s wives
She is black
The fury that stirs her waves against the shore
She is green
The envy that consumes her inhuman soul
She is white
The mournful calling of lost seagulls
She is transparent
The reflections of rusty, abandoned mirrors
She is free