Can it be...? why, yes! It is! =Flynn-the-cat (which would be my most gracious self, obviously) has finally put together a third thank you feature.

This is a collection of artwork found by going into my message box (which dates back to August, unfortunately for me) and finding art from around DA. I'm frankly quite astonished at the range and variety of artists who've visited me.

I try and cut down on the huge numbers I have to go through by not featuring people more than once, in these features. If you get featured twice... well, lucky you ^_^ I can easily lose track.

Please enjoy these pictures, visit a few, fave the article *subtle hint* and bask in the sheer artistic glow radiating from the page.
Also, read at least one piece of literature. Just one is all I ask.

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The First Feature A Glorious Miscellany of Visitors
The Second Feature More Miscellaneous Visitors: Thank-you the 2nd

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Photography


Digital painting



Traditional



Photomanipulation



Fractal



Poetry
Doubt
People never say It,
But they always see It.

Death reaps our Souls,
But can those souls Fly,
Or do they fall to Earth?
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Respecting Words
To see you is to dream of you, to desire those intimate curves; to delight in an ever lasting figure, that my heart it does trigger.

Poetic reflection, to a beauty attraction. Let me give you honors, to a most wonderous projection of your perfection; to me an ode is owed, for sharing such flower-
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Glass
Waiting for this night to pass
Watching the stars beyond the broken glass
Sharp as blades they pierce my soul
Leaving behind this shell, empty as a black hole
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Stories

Nostalgia - Four Sketches
It is late in the fall, and the last leaves tumble from the trees. Cars go their own ways, cruising down the long highway to nowhere. The gas station stands by the side of the road, and every so often one will pull in, be fed by their driver, then continue on their own way. The people stand by the pumps, and all watch each other, but not a word is spoken.
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Tips and Tricks: Part 1
“…the dark silky hair matted and wet with blood, fell at my feet. I struck it hard with my boot; I sent it flying along the passage…”
The book flew from my hands as if it had a will of its own. My memories pulled me back to that night. How foolish of Louis to believe me dead, or, how clever of him to write it that way. He caught me the first time, yes. The second time, yes. He felt the blade catch, but saw nothing. There was no decapitation, only a large, bloodied wound along my arm and a gash along my neck. The smoke from the fires would have blocked his vision, or at the very least distorted it.
No, I didn’t die that night. Sometimes, I wish I had... keep reading

Resources


Stock


Nonfiction
Biracial View Point
How many times have you filled out paper work for your child and been forced to chose between the races of African American or Caucasian, when they are truly biracial? How many times have your classmates insisted that your black, because the word biracial has never entered their vocabulary?
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No. NO! THIS CANNOT BE.


My tea is cold SOMEONE MUST BE BLAMED!