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Hello sweet people Hello,Goodbye..my butterfly  how have you all been? I'm being eaten and chewed by work, so sorry for not being very sociable and stuff. But you know you can always send me a note, right? Here's a load of talent for you to check out, so please let me introduce you to...


:heart: :iconesthervanhulsen: :heart: 

E S T H E R  van Hulsen is from 
Holland, yet currently she's living in Oslo, Norway. She's an experienced artist... "it began about 30 years ago, before I could walk. I do not know why, I just picked up a pen and started drawing. And never stopped. :) " She's inspired by animals and nature "...even when I feel low, animals always cheer me up." Furry Birthday Hello And what would she like to achieve? "I am very lucky to have achieved what I always wanted, namely to become a wildlife and paleo artist, and to have exhibitions and illustrate books." 

:thumb398421499: European Lynx by EsthervanHulsen Arabian Horse by EsthervanHulsen
Irritator by EsthervanHulsen Ichthyosaurs by EsthervanHulsen Wolf Mother and Pup by EsthervanHulsen
Gastornis by EsthervanHulsen :thumb393666033: Styracosaurus by EsthervanHulsen



:woohoo: :icondementista: :woohoo: 

"Hello folks,my name is V L A D I M I R and I come from Belgrade, Serbia. :) (Smile) Well, I started doing photography after searching myself in many other forms of art - comic books, painting, poetry... I fell in love with drawing as a kid, I drew anything I saw - from trees, sun, animals, people and characters from other cartoons like TMNT, I loved those :) (Smile) then sh*t got a bit serious... I started drawing Predator and Aliens and somehow along the way practiced manga too. I did some paintings for my aunt, she still keeps some of them on the wall in her living room :) (Smile) And photography... well it came suddenly, as an idea to make money, but the very moment I got my hands on my first DSLR I fell in love with it :) (Smile) I love fashion, street, beauty, sports photography, well all types to be honest :D (Big Grin) so I've been doing photography for 3 years now. And my goal? Maybe it's that moment when I will finally have my own art exhibition, with all my friends being there and my name in the newspaper the next day Rainbow Emote Rave What inspires me? Huh, other people's artwork and my personal experiences, thoughts, dreams...casual things :) (Smile) Cheers, thanks for reading..and btw...keep dreaming :) (Smile) "

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D M I T R Y  Ezhov is from Orenburg, Russia. He says... "I began to create art in the art school. After school I went to art college, where I got more serious skills on this field. My independent creative activity began in 2000. Any creative way is always full of experiments and difficulties but time does not exist when you are doing things you love." He's inspired by... "many things in life but my main muses are the cosmos, nature and ancient times." And his goal? "My personal goal is to evolve as an artist and go to the next level."

Generators by retransmission Love song by retransmission The Land by retransmission
The Moon by retransmission The Universe by retransmission Native American Madonna by retransmission
Stream of life by retransmission The Firstborn by retransmission Falling star (The beginning) by retransmission


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Stars of 2014 #7

12 min read
Hello everyone I am here I hope you had a lovely weekend :iconhappysunplz: I've been okay, just really busy. A big thank you Lily Thank you  goes out to both my old and new watchers love power for being extra nice and supportive :iconcocoloveplz: Also it's :iconchezzy-am:'s birthday today More orange juis plz please go give him some love.
Now let me introduce you to...


:happybounce: :icondeerarylide: :happybounce: 

L A E might be a mermaid :iconmermaidplz: as she comes from the shores of South-Eastern France. She started with photography 4 years ago when she fell in love with a photographer. :love: "At first I did a lot of modeling, but after we broke up I decided to continue by myself and it became a real passion." She's inspired by... "Beauty. Prettiness. Nature. Love. Anything that makes me think - I wish I could see this with my own eyes." And that's her goal too - to contribute to bringing more beauty into our lives; to capture breathtaking things; to inspire people "...the way I was inspired here by so many genius photographers and get them to think - wow, this is wonderful, I can do it too. To show that even though there are so many terrible things in the world, there is also so much beauty in everything around us, things those warm our hearts as a whole."

The great Escape by deerArylide Days like these by deerArylide Home is wherever i'm with you by deerArylide
November has come by deerArylide Day Old Blue by deerArylide Sunny bunny blues by deerArylide
Reflection Eternal by deerArylide Traffic in the sky by deerArylide Warm Shadow by deerArylide



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P A U L  Carrick from Boston, Massachusetts, USA introduced himself briefly... "As long as I can remember, everyone in my family was artistic, so it seemed as natural a function as eating or sleeping. I'm inspired by life, reading, nature, an active imagination and other artists. I'm not sure if there's a specific end-goal, but I hope to be able to keep using it to navigate the rest of my life."

The Guide by nightserpent Temple of Forbidden Knowledge by nightserpent Akashic by nightserpent
Library Amorphous by nightserpent Take Flight by nightserpent Untitled 1 by nightserpent
Cthulhu Wizard by nightserpent Alien Intelligence by nightserpent the Axis Mundi by nightserpent



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J A N E N E  Scholz from Dallas, Texas says... "I have been crocheting for about 6 years now, but I've been creating art since I was a youngling. My reason is the motivation to create cute things, and more heartfelt gifts for friends and strangers. I'm deeply inspired by A M A N D A  Palmer, her music and just her genuine personality. My goal for my art is to create stuffed animals that could be mistaken for the real thing. As well as just have fun with fellow artists."

Snow Golem 3.0 by YarnHoardingDragon Little Miss Tea Cup Piggie by YarnHoardingDragon Momentai! by YarnHoardingDragon
Mini Woolly Mammoth by YarnHoardingDragon Tree Trunks by YarnHoardingDragon Cheetah Cheetah by YarnHoardingDragon
Blacktip reef shark by YarnHoardingDragon ClumsyKee's Doodle more shots by YarnHoardingDragon Little Bear in his Blue Jacket by YarnHoardingDragon



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Stars of 2014 #6

16 min read
Hello lovely people :iconflyingheartsplz: I don't know how about you but I can't wait for the weekend to come :eager: Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy today's art collection :gallery: I can promise you a true burst of creativity. Please let me introduce you to...


:frail: :icongabrielevans: :frail:


G A B R I E L  Evans comes from Bridgetown, Australia... "As a child I was inspired by the power an illustrator wields in interpreting text. A slight mark on paper can conjure a thousand emotions. I realised I wanted to be able to paint and create like these masters, to create happiness, sadness or wonderment through a visual form." So his reason for doing art is... "Art is very important to me as a way of life. It is a form of meditation - channelling a spiritual side of my nature into a visual form on paper. And as to his goals he says... "I've been achieving my goals every day. Whether painting a new picture, illustrating a book for a large commercial publisher, teaching art to adults and children or being able to really see and wonder at everyday objects."

Chestnut Roasting by GabrielEvans Midnight Cat by GabrielEvans Gnomesville by GabrielEvans
Dream Flying by GabrielEvans Sharing Secrets by GabrielEvans General Store by GabrielEvans
Meadow Faries by GabrielEvans  I See You.... by GabrielEvans  Cat-a-walling by GabrielEvans



:heart: :iconunknownemotions: :heart: 

M E G is from Utah. She started with writing in 
9th grade (4 years ago) due to... "severe manic depression and anxiety disorder because my best friend killed himself and I couldn't cope." She's usually inspired by... "Emotions mostly. People. Love. Loss. Depression. Hate. Happiness." Her main goal is to inspire people and show them they're not alone. 

Gravestones For Tissues May Hurt Your EyesEvery night, sleeping with eyes open. 
Aware of the dangers in the open world. 
Open to the sick, ghastly awareness
that once was taken from me. 
Only the dead bring flowers from the grave by crying tears of bloody silence.
May you rest now, warm and safe, 
for tomorrow my soul will keep. 
If I should die before I wake, God should feel my soul to take. 
If it be that my soul is not fit for heaven, thrust me down to hell.
If I have done good deeds, send them to my love, 
for I am ready to face what I have given myself
Six Feet Under And You Can Still Hear Me ScreamingI hate the color red.
Will you do this for me? 
Change the lining to the colors of the leaves? 
The soft shady blue of the afternoon sky,
Or the earthy brown of rich soil?
The yellow of the sunshine, 
Or the eggshell white you used to paint the kitchen? 
I hate the color red. 
Please make sure, 
They bring me black roses, 
Or even dandelions, 
As long as they're still bright and healthy.
Also, if you wouldn't mind, 
Make sure everyone attending has a tissue,
And no miniature American flags by my name.
I hated the color red, 
And I must know,
Is that the color they have lining my coffin?
The Stars In His Eyes Blinded MeNights like this,
My heart aches for him.
His jupiter eyes, an oil painting of love.
Oh, how they used to be.
His voice, foreign lands,
A new experience.
But does he love me, as the wind brushes his skin?
We lie out under the stars, though they're in his eyes.
Like plastic wrapped soap, my knowledge is slippery.
How was I to know he longed for another?
Nights like this,
I miss him.
His eyes, filled with constellations.
Oh, how I wish they'd be.
His hands, gracing my skin.
But does he love me, as his heart searches for her?
We look into each others eyes, though his yearns for another.
Like a blinded child, I cannot see the truth.
How was I supposed to know I wasn't enough?
On nights like this,
I want him, to be my one and only,
But I am not his.
Nights like this,
My heart creates tapestries.
Made for him,
Though he ignores the bigger picture.
Nights like this,
love is a one way street.

My Body Is The Canvas, My Razor Is The PaintbrushWhat if, 
We could see the damages
Done to the soul? 
It appears in crimson on our outer layers.
What if, 
Each time we said something, 
The words appeared on the victim's flesh? 
Well, it does..
Because of what you do. 
You call me ugly? Worthless? Freak? 
Well, 
Now everyone can see what you label me,
As I carve it into my arms.
My body, 
Your graffiti wall. 
My legs, wrists, stomach, arms.
Covered. 
I'm butchered. 
The words are translated,
Worming their way into my skin.
Hurt is literally bleeding out of me.
Please.....please stop. 
You know...
I'm running out of canvas,
For my razor paintbrush. 
Once too deep,
And I realize......
I can't stop 
Until my painting is complete. 
Walking Angels Are What Make Up Your ShadowsAngels often walk 
Beyond our sight
Casting glances, unseen, unheard. 
Distant, yes, but they still watch us. 
Eternally running in shadows 
Few and far between.
God received them, when they damned themselves
Healing broken souls, once in awhile. 
Ignited curiosity is met with anger.
Jealousy that they can just walk out.
Killed themselves, that's what they did. 
"Let them." God said. 
My heart beat quickens..
Nothing can change my mind now. 
Open arms meet me in the light.
Pain fades to nothing. 
Quiet... I'm now quiet. 
Running in the shadows, greeted by them. 
Stupid angels.
They fail to realize, they walk unseen. 
Unheard, unsensed, and people crumble. 
Veils of tears fall and,
We are broken. 
X rays of our souls
Yelling out into the darkness.
Zeal is  finally met when we stop and pull the trigger. 
Digital Clocks Were Made To Warp Your MindPlastic cuffs wrapped
Around my smooths wrists 
Causing raw scars 
And tissue paper skin. 
He says he knows the way out 
Though trembling he takes a needle to his eye
Where blood seeps thick as fire
And I can't find my way home. 
He says we will build castles 
Out of shattered memories 
Outcasted shadows
Lying through piano key teeth. 
Jumping over stars with 
Little knowledge of my quiet existence
I often wonder what's left of him 
What's left of me.
Electronic stars and 
Not knowing what's next 
Means life is about as predictable 
As birds in the clear blue.
Full of fluff and velvet
My coffin looks more comforting 
Than my bed
I think I'll rest here awhile.

My Tears Are In The Rain, Drowning You With PainUnder hate and dimly lit eyes, 
Chaos reigns in a brain that isn't mine. 
I don't understand what's going on, true, 
But I'll always be here for you. 
Through the insane, the pain,
The cold and rain, 
You'll always see me,
Here to stay. 
Equipt with a black umbrella
To keep the depression away. 
Come on, lets find the rainbow, 
The happy part of the storm.
Ignoring Me Won't Get You A Full-Time JobGlittery, silver silence 
Beautiful, right? 
After awhile, the silence is getting stronger
Harder to bear
It begins to press
The knife on a cutting board
If only you could hear the chopping.
It begins to drive you insane 
You...just want noise
Voices
Music
Anything
It gets to you.
Now that you understand 
Why won't you talk to me? 
Emotion Is As Orderly As A Midnight PremiereEmptiness. 
Only fullness resents, only halfway does it echo in my pulsing veins.
Numbness is the only feeling I have yet to invite into my soul. 
Words are exchanged by silent guests. 
Hatred, love, anger, loss, and happiness. 
Silence is broken often by the vocabulary that swims and gawks in my brain. 
Noises form into words that come at me like chunks of coal to a furnace, feeding the vial loathing that silence has for envy.
 I close my repulsive thoughts and vanquish my exploding horizon. 
Doors close and feelings are quieted, all because no one broke my silence. 




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J O E  Correia was born in Lisbon, Portugal. He started to create art in his 6 years old which was 62 years ago. "I had no other reason than feeling great joy and being happy, and apparently others did like what I did!!!" He's inspired by the "immense wander about the universe and the mystery of it all. Then, the fact that I am a part of all of this mystery that bathes me in love every time I look at a star." His goal as artist is to peruse the passion of the moment and "to let it show me where it wants me to go!!! Doing so I have come much further than what I had visualized myself."

01 - OH NO! NOT AGAIN!!!! by JoeCorreia 01- Dreams of Hope by JoeCorreia 01- Home in the Heart by JoeCorreia
01- Red Butler and Scarlett O'Hara by JoeCorreia 01- Dignity and beauty! by JoeCorreia 01- Frogie Pad by JoeCorreia
01- Dove of Love by JoeCorreia o1- Spirit of the Swamp by JoeCorreia 01- Electrronic Pencil in love by JoeCorreia


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Stars of 2014 #5

16 min read
:iconhappehdanceplz: Hello sweet people :blowkiss: Last week was really hectic for me and dA not loading properly wasn't helping, so sorry for the delay in responses ^^; I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. I hope you had a lovely week and may this one be even better :w00t: Before we go on, I'd like to wish HAPPY BIRTHDAY :party: to a very special person :iconheartballoonplz: :iconkay-march: She's one of the sweetest and kindest people I've ever met, a good friend :love: All the best to you, beautiful :tighthug: 
Now please let me introduce you to...

:heart: :iconlaurentgiguere: :heart: 

L A U R E N T Giguere comes from 
Montreal, Quebec, Canada. His goal is to do exposition and produce a full immersion show. "I started photography 3 years ago to express my thoughts and feeling, it came naturally I guess. I'm inspired by music, paintings, other photography, Christopher Pratt..."

Montreal by LaurentGiguere Right by LaurentGiguere Red. by LaurentGiguere
Cross Roads by LaurentGiguere Was by LaurentGiguere Cerebral by LaurentGiguere
Stand by LaurentGiguere Left or Right by LaurentGiguere Birds And Dreams by LaurentGiguere



:frail: :iconsammur-amat: :frail:

From the "spacial dimensions of the internet" comes D E E to share her story... "My reason to engage in art is pretty much that ever since I was little, I've always felt that I was most at home with myself (if that even makes sense) whenever there was paper in my hand. I love paper in both that blank and filled varieties. The blank sheets were for me to visualize my hopes and fears on, whether in paintings or in pen. The filled sheets were to allow me to, even for a moment, immerse myself in the wonders of the world and the wonderful, wonder-filled beings I longed so much to know more of." Honestly, I can understand that, I love paper too :la: Okay, so where does she find inspiration? "What inspires me? You. Seriously. You're awesome! I am in love with the seemingly endless skies and seas, people and places, myths, ancient history, history, fortune-tellers, paintings and novels, science and religion, flowers that manage to pop out of concrete corners (intrigue me), the never ending battle between good and evil, ugly truths and beautiful disasters." And her goal? "I want to be able to inspire and affect the lives of the people who see and read my work, just as I continue to be inspired and affected by so many, many magnificent pieces created by a plethora of talented painters and writer-poets." 

17-180 micrometersWhen we say hairline
understood as human hair
and
in the average of our daily lives would indicate
such a minuscule matter
microscopic width
indifferent distance
But when it becomes
the keen remoteness between your heart and mine
and the
almost warmth of your sure touch on my doubtful skin
I'd rather be at the apex
while you at the bottom of the
Himalayan mountains
where the cold and view of horizon
would help
lessen the longing
But I
I digress
and I
remind myself
of the 17-180 micrometer
demarcation bar
hairline fracture-esque in appearance  
yet gargantuan in sensation
You are the maxillary 3rd molars
I should have extracted  
long ago
I suffocate
living in broken recording
hearing your breath whisper
begging
I hope you
drown
exhaustingly
give up
and drown
where sunlight can never again reach you
nor deja vu resuscitate the harbored air
of our 17-180 micrometer
transatlantic gully  
I am tormented by a hairline
I am being pushed to the purlieu of my exis
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
Lovelily,
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
fresh,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
winter sun.
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
silkily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my
And you and I by Sammur-amat
Turning Into Ghosts2007
BABYLON- AL HILLAH,
IRAQ.
I have come back. Finally, I am here, standing on the same unwinding road that I was forced to bid goodbye to in what seems to have been eons ago and yet, it feels like I never really left at all. Seventeen years have passed since my nightmares first began to unfold into reality; the summer of 1990 forever haunts me. So full of emotion, my eyes tear up as I am still trying to process my arrival. Truly, I feel as if every time I inhale and my lungs expand, I am instantly pricked with a million needles and, whenever I breathe out and my lungs deflate, it's as if I've lost my soul altogether with the carbon dioxide waste. My heart must be shouldering bricks and my legs are but trapped in cement shoes, I just know it.
Why am I back here? I have already lost everything. I am entering a town filled with past ghosts and demons. I tell myself that I need not revisit this sad reminder of the irreparable yet my feet continue marching along this corkscrew path. A va
The Story StartsThe story starts in certain Hay (neighborhood) Al Fedaa, Babyl- Hilla, Iraq, in the 6th month of the year 1969. Here I start off as a fetus in my mother’s womb; just one of a quarter million other fetuses being bred for the second out of three waves of death popular to the people of Najaf, Hilla and Karbala. One million lives brought out before me were being prepared for their annihilation in the first death wave as I was being made after all, so what’s another quarter million surely?
Seriously though, my story begins in the much summery afternoons of early August of the year 1979. Ooh, what a year to start a story really, since it was also a year where many would have their stories come to an end. 1979 was the final year before the first death wave and the final year of Iraq’s glory days. The smell of Mohammedi roses and Arabian Jasmine simmering and cooling with the arid winds, and dried apricot sherbet served alongside freshly picked Jaffa oranges from our own gard
Celestial MemoriesGod how I have prayed to never fall prey
to the nectarine gossamer caught on the
cornerstone of your mouth,
a celestial house
Lips radiating like redshift,
indomitable as quasars with
enough poignancy to pierce through my very pulse while
you create maps, circumnavigating through these
black holes that you bore into my being and very core as
my spirit surrendered to your summons long before
I am an ocean of stark emptiness and
you are seemingly endless seas of starburst
You leave and I break into
cold sweat, blueshift and pale skin
Memories of starry night, air on the g string and
cigarette stained fingers about coffee drained tongues
hang on for dear life like
deadening leaves on dampening bark fearing the
fast approaching icy drafts
No matter the nebulae and speed of light,
no matter there be an earth or home to return to or not,
you are for always where I end and
begin
In you is my equinox and
together we shall always lay down and
die only to lay in each others arms soon and
again

I dream of DamascusDearest anon,
Kindly claim that bejeweled dagger and, as I feel the cold blade keenly on my nape, I ask you to cleanly cut through
Liberate me from my crowning glory, my shackles called femininity
At long last, I am released, relieved of my braids, my chains
Finding my own, I set free the nightingale caught up in her cage,
Hoping that someday I will once again hear her bird-songs of my bit of Bilad El Sham, my Suriyah
Desert me in Damascus,
Allow me to wander and totter to quench my thirst, solve my hunger and salve my wounds
Permit me to, as my vision blurs, simmer from sand and sun and sink myself in my own mirage of an oasis meant only for me
Show me the path to the historical mosques,
Call out to me in the palace of the past capital of the Ummayid Caliphate
I will take flight alongside the kit of pigeons painting the sky and framing the holy minarets
I want to stand on that border of the Graeco-Roman grid
Take me to the tombstone of John the Baptist- the prophetic, the saint
Greet
poet, breathe now.                                                                           you
                                                                           are 
                                                                           the 
                                                   
an irrevocable truthi.
snowflake child, you are a fine example
of the incandescence of a human light
even under innumerable umbras
i see you- ruby and blooming
ferociously fighting your way
out of a pile of rubble
ii.
my anemone, my halo
that comely wraps around my moon pith
do not fret if i self-stumble, fumble
with my fingers, and mumble to my toes
my center of gravity is oft frail and
meek to begin with
iii.
you are lead cause of the diamond flecks
scattering about the carbon of my pupils
you do not leave me
you teach me to be
snake-eyed yet shotgun-hearted-
a sapphire wanderlust livid
for life and star-gazing sights, you map
constellations on my freckles and fright  
iv.
look now at how i'll find my lighthouse lover
then tend to some kids
and grow out of my gills and into grey hairs
then tend to some kids with their own kids
and reminisce about friends and phenomena
i signed my name on a patch of sky with
all on my own except
that your hand never left mine
that if i were to crumble
like the sandcastle




:la: :iconabstractsbysabina: :la:

Here's S A B I N A  D'Antonio speaking: "I come from the USA, Maryland, but recently I have moved and started a new journey in Victoria, Australia." She started making art with her Mother... "She would be on one side of the room cutting up a pattern/ sewing or doing her crochet, while I would be painting/ drawing on the other side of the room. But like most people, art has come and gone from my life. Art turned professional for me in 2011 after loosing my job and relationship in late 2009. You could say, I found myself when I lost what I thought was everything." Now what inspires her... "Anything can trigger me to paint or sketch, the color of someone’s shirt, a song on the radio, or an image/ idea that pops into my head." And her goal? "To always love walking into my studio and how it makes me feel. I love trying new things out and that feeling you get when it works. To see how people react to my art, what they see and feel, and of course to hopefully one day be able to support myself selling my artwork."

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Personal Computer You're all cordially welcome to take part in the next features, feel free to invite your friends too... all you have to do is send me a note answering these questions :) (Smile)

Bullet; Pink your name/nickname (as you wish)
Bullet; Pink where you come from (state is enough but if you add city, that will be cool)
Bullet; Pink how long ago did you start making art and what was your reason? 
Bullet; Pink what inspires you?
Bullet; Pink your goal as artist - what would you like to achieve on the field of art?
Bullet; Pink 9 of your works 
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...for the winners of :icontrees-with-character:'s recent contest
I love this group :love: it's full of very talented people

I wish you all a great weekend full of fun :iconcheerplz: and art... I've been preparing new stuff for you, so stay tuned :la: 
p.s.: as you may know, most of last year I spent off deviantArt, so I just recently got to thanking everybody for their support. I noticed I have watchers I didn't know about, in fact I still keep finding more of such :hmm: not sure why that is, as I keep getting notifications about new watchers... if you're :+devwatch:ing me and I haven't gotten to you yet, I'm sorry, I hope I'll fix that soon


Star! Trophy:iconyellowsparklesplz::iconspotlightplz:First Place:iconspotlightplz::iconyellowsparklesplz:Trophy Star!

:icondpressedsoul:DpressedSoul
With:
Windows in the Sky

More from His Gallery:
Defeated by DpressedSoul Retrouver la quietude passee by DpressedSoul The Stranger by DpressedSoul
Leaving Eden by DpressedSoul Strangulation by DpressedSoul Autre Temps by DpressedSoul



Star! Trophy:iconyellowsparklesplz::iconspotlightplz:Second Place:iconspotlightplz::iconyellowsparklesplz:Trophy Star!

:iconannewipf:SignHermitCrab
With:
A tree in the City

More from Her Gallery:
<da:thumb id="332746881"/><da:thumb id="311517784"/> I Ching 24 - Fu (Returning) by annewipf
I Ching 27 - Yi (Mouth Corners) by annewipf<da:thumb id="311919485"/><da:thumb id="293161326"/>


Star! Trophy:iconyellowsparklesplz::iconspotlightplz:Third Place:iconspotlightplz::iconyellowsparklesplz:Trophy Star!

:icontorobala:torobala
With:
The Cathedral

More from His Gallery:
house by the river I by torobala from the light by torobala winter by the lake by torobala
spirit of the morning by torobala road to nowhere II by torobala alone in the fog by torobala







Star! :iconyellowsparklesplz:SpotlightRunners UpSpotlight:iconyellowsparklesplz: Star!


:iconlazac-2:Lazac-2
With:
<da:bigthumb id="429472194"/>


:iconshlomitmessica:ShlomitMessica
With:
Old tree in an old building by ShlomitMessica


:icondimensionseven:DimensionSeven
With:
Castles of Dreams - XII.c by DimensionSeven



Star! :iconyellowsparklesplz:Honorable Mentions:iconyellowsparklesplz: Star!

Chapel Walkway by Allen59<da:thumb id="368118328"/><da:thumb id="401169352"/>


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