putting together my portfolio website. completed. i am starting to post to my site, mainly on there instead of here now. please view my new and update works there: [link]
Your work is very moving. Nice style, excellent composition, & very unique I enjoyed looking through your gallery. Keep up the good work. It is amazing.
Hey man! Its no prob! U deserve being on that list your one of the few that helped me in my more ummmmm.. amature days Keep the submissions commin.. u always got kickass stuff!
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Sometimes before you smile you've got to cry. You need a heart that's filled with music, if you use it you can fly. -The Roots
Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Today we remember, giving respect and tears and silence to the Seven.
Our rocket riders. Our space explorers.
Members of this human race that have screamed into the darkness above us, on rockets of steel and fire. Into the silent, starry vacuum….past the wild blue yonder.
The Columbia Seven:
Rick Husband
William McCool
Michael Anderson
Kalpana Chawla
David Brown
Laurel Clark
Ilan Ramon
Incinerated in the fiery fury of the stratosphere screaming by at mach 18…..vaporized in an instant while trying to reave our atmosphere open…to return…to be with their loved ones again.
These were our rocket-riders. Our space men…they took the risks and spit in the face of gods to blast into the starry maw that surrounds us for eternity.
I try to imagine the final instants when the heat tiles were raped away and were stripped into the mach 18 slipstream…the fiery screams and the instant of the realization that it was all over…life was over and they were going to die….i cannot imagine that….
Take some time today. Be silent and think of our rocketmen and their families…..imagine the heart-pains….be silent and remember those that have been incinerated into the ether….
Take the time and hold the ones you love…life is fleeting and fragile….there may be no tomorrow….
From all of me to all of you: live and love, there is not anything more….
hey! it's me jen (ring a bell??) i finally joined deviantart like you told me too a long time ago, and it's been pretty fun. you're still making kick ass graphics, of course...and i'm still amazed by everything you create! stop by to view some of my stuff sometime, even though your stuff makes mine look like kindergarten stuff hehehe.
hey there. i came upon your work and i'm simply amazed. your thoughts i can relate to. rather freakishly relate to. its a good thing tho. i never really thought ppl had the same thoughts as me. i thought i was alone. very nice works. welcome to a hard-earned spot on my devwatch!
Devious Comments
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Whatever it is you hate about me, take a good look at yourself...it's probaly what people hate about you too. Your welcome ^.^
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"And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I've gotta get a move on with my life..."- 'Big Girls Don't Cry', Fergie
- avatar made by me, rose from =loveit -
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Love art with a passion.
I enjoyed looking through your gallery. Keep up the good work. It is amazing.
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She smiles, and she knows......
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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comment, because you care.
share your love and not your hate.
love the artist, before yourself.
meditate on this.
Random Deviant
Today we remember, giving respect and tears and silence to the Seven.
Our rocket riders. Our space explorers.
Members of this human race that have screamed into the darkness above us, on rockets of steel and fire. Into the silent, starry vacuum….past the wild blue yonder.
The Columbia Seven:
Rick Husband
William McCool
Michael Anderson
Kalpana Chawla
David Brown
Laurel Clark
Ilan Ramon
Incinerated in the fiery fury of the stratosphere screaming by at mach 18…..vaporized in an instant while trying to reave our atmosphere open…to return…to be with their loved ones again.
These were our rocket-riders. Our space men…they took the risks and spit in the face of gods to blast into the starry maw that surrounds us for eternity.
I try to imagine the final instants when the heat tiles were raped away and were stripped into the mach 18 slipstream…the fiery screams and the instant of the realization that it was all over…life was over and they were going to die….i cannot imagine that….
Take some time today. Be silent and think of our rocketmen and their families…..imagine the heart-pains….be silent and remember those that have been incinerated into the ether….
Take the time and hold the ones you love…life is fleeting and fragile….there may be no tomorrow….
From all of me to all of you: live and love, there is not anything more….
…may the souls of our RocketMen rest in peace….
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~~Latest Deviation~~
For every door closed a window opens..
well why not just break the fucking door down?
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WWSDD? - What Would Steve Doll Do?
i don't think i ever have. .or ever said thank you for all the help you've givin' me. .
guess this is me sayin' thank you. .
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hello, hola, bonjour, こんにちは , ciao, hallo
very nice.
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there is a picture of you on the inside of my eyelid and i find myself wanting to sleep more than usual.
kathryn clements
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