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Good concept, the only thing off is the lack of interaction of the snow & the model. Looks like shes floating on top of it, when in reality she would sink into the snow a little. But still, itīs nice. Keep it up.
-- Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring Weak and filthy. No longer caring Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
wow a beautiful and stunning piece dear I love this very muvh, 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!
Hello there! This news article is the result of a thumb share thread I posted few days ago on the dA forum along with pictures from my favorites. I hope you enjoy them.
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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Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
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We are like frost flowers, we blossom at night.
We are like frost flowers, too beautiful for the day.
Subway to Sally
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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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A real friend can look at you when you have the biggest smile on your face and ask 'whats wrong?'
If You really love something,
it's better to set it free.
When it comes back to You
it'll be Yours forever.
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