This is a lot more colorful than your other works, and still looks really good! Fantastic job!
-- Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested. The darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn. -The Alchemist
Beautiful and stunning piece dear, eye candy too, I love this vey much great work too
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Passion
Angelus-(narrates)
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe wed know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, wed be truly dead.
We want to know what love means to you!
Get your creative juices flowing and design a movie poster for "Paper Heart" that focuses on the theme "What Does Love Mean to Me?".
The butter legion- a socialist movement/mass colab project I started, to trigger artistic change and evolution in Da artists (mainly my watchers), to make them more active and dedicated on DA. Now 170 people strong and growing... A "dangerous cult"? a "new religion"? "artistic version of fight club" or "communist movement"? You decide!
When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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the colour of the sky is so beautiful
and i love landscapes
so this dveiation fits awesome to me
thank you so much
a creative brithday present
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........... Zeit heilt keine Wunden.............
......man lernt nur mit ihnen zu leben......
Great work!
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Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested. The darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn. -The Alchemist
Poetry. Digital Art. Photography. [link]
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Passion
Angelus-(narrates)
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion, maybe wed know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, wed be truly dead.
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Thorns of Time, Against the Rose of the World, Killing us Slowly as my Petals fall..
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My Pacific Northwest Photography Gallery: [link]
My Visual Poetry Gallery: [link]
My Love
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My Pacific Northwest Photography Gallery: [link]
My Visual Poetry Gallery: [link]
My Love
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