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About Me Member General Writer willowraeven30/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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DestinyI feel your heartbeat  in the world  and it reminds me  of my spiderweb  connection to  everything  breathing.  We are Gaia's  breath  her children  her pulse  her blood  her pain  is ours to  hold onto  until we dissolve  into what  we  are meant  to be  together and  apart  your heartbeat  is still  deafening  in my ears  I taste  your  consciousness stuck  in my throat  with the  words I cannot  say.  words  kill  and  words  begin.  I cannot take the & Destiny
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Unfinished...I am a shadow of who I want to be  and still  he sees me.  He sees what I cannot.  I love him  because he does not  fear the shadows.  I draw them around me  like onyx  walls.  He tears them down,  boring a small hole,  enough to climb  in  and shatter them from  the inside.  The pain courses  through  scalding my veins  and he fights  for my release.  Quieting my screaming  fears  one at a time.  He will stay until  the sound has died  away.  He will still be here  in the  silence  that follows Unfinished...
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...Must Have Been A Painter.God(dess) Must Have Been A Painter   
 
Jasmine.  Makes me remember  Colors  Every never and again  a singular piece  of  art  Makes me remember  Light  Motion  Makes everything stop  Turns off the noise  in my head  Makes everything  that is left  so stark  and bright  and transparent  And what is left  is me  without need of mirrors  only windows  open windows  Singularly  I see myself  without reflection  I see  what is left  is dream  and completion  imperfect  and exquis ...Must Have Been A Painter.
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ExhalingThe light is like  nothing I've ever seen  before.  In my breast,  in singular motion  it is free.  From my part  of the wind.   
It came from  that deepest part  of my stomach  out or in or  the necessity of  either  were not important  to the moment,  or me.   
I felt it rise  to those warm  parts  in my throat,  wet warm  inside my cheeks,  blowing them  up wide like  circus pants.   
It pressed on the  inside of my  stomach, my  breastbone  and tickled me  within  li Exhaling
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I'm baaaaack...

Thu Jul 26, 2007, 3:46 PM
Cue Poltergeist theme music. I've basically been a ghost here for the last year. It's been a crazy, stressful year but I'm getting back down to business. I've uploaded a new piece today and there are more to come in the next few days. It's good to be back.

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  • Current Residence: Prescott, AZ
  • Interests: writing, photography, anthropology, culinary arts, earth spirituality
  • Favourite movie: Sin City
  • Favourite band or musician: Oingo Boingo = Danny Elfman
  • Favourite genre of music: Alt Rock, Swing, Blues, Celtic, Classic Rock, Hip Hop...
  • Favourite artist: Currently Black-Eyed Peas and Maroon 5 are up there.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Summer Russell (songbirdsighing on DA)
  • Favourite photographer: Tom Hurst (atmosphotography on DA)
  • Operating System: XP
  • MP3 player of choice: iTunes
  • Wallpaper of choice: I rotate them often
  • Skin of choice: my husband's
  • Favourite game: Guitar Hero II (but I think Dead Rising will take this slot once I can afford an X-Box 360)
  • Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo and Brian from Family Guy
  • Personal Quote: "There is no death, only a change of worlds." -Chief Seattle, 1854
  • Tools of the Trade: Gel pens and parchment (I'm old fashioned), fresh air, Diet Dr. Pepper and Reese's Pieces

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~HisN Jan 8, 2005, 11:03:34 PM
thx for adding me to your :+devwatch:

Alex

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I do not strive for "art" in the classical term, I just want to have my models look as nice as I can handle it.
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*griffinlady Jan 5, 2005, 6:46:02 PM
Many thank you for the :+fav:
Much appreciated :thanks:

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~pseuDOVAgrant Jan 4, 2005, 3:07:10 PM
wow thanks so much for the :+fav:

:love:

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is it destruction you require to feel?
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~willowraeven Jan 4, 2005, 8:17:07 PM
U R welcome. It is haunting. I will be definitely checking out more of your work. :-)

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"At night when your villages are silent
And you think them deserted,
They will throng with the returning hosts that once filled
And still love this beautiful land...
There is no death, only a change of worlds."

-Chief Seattle, 1854
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~dant0mlin Jan 4, 2005, 9:56:40 AM
hey, thanks for adding Frozen Creek to your favorites :)
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~willowraeven Jan 4, 2005, 8:22:23 PM
It's a beautiful photograph. I could feel the cold and it made me want to be there.

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"At night when your villages are silent
And you think them deserted,
They will throng with the returning hosts that once filled
And still love this beautiful land...
There is no death, only a change of worlds."

-Chief Seattle, 1854
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=UniqueNudes Jan 3, 2005, 1:03:20 AM
Hey you...
Welcome to DA!

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Nakayama Photography Studios LLC
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~willowraeven Jan 3, 2005, 7:42:52 PM
Thanks, glad to be here. So, I have a question. When I posted my first piece, I was asked if I would like to feature it and I clicked yes. I now would like to change my featured piece and I can't figure out how to do it for the life of me. Help!

Thanks, again.

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"At night when your villages are silent
And you think them deserted,
They will throng with the returning hosts that once filled
And still love this beautiful land...
There is no death, only a change of worlds."

-Chief Seattle, 1854
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