Ok so... I'm 20 pageviews off the 1 000. In DA measures that's compared to... hm... nothing
But it means alot to me and I'd like to thank everyone who looked at my gallery and commented. It really makes a difference!

Here's what's the deal. Make a screenshot of the 1 000 pageview and you get a finished piece from me on whatever topic you choose, a feature of 5 of your best deviations, and one month link in my sign ( you know the thingie in each comment I made) to your gallery. Ain't that sweet..

So. Not that I have many watchers or I draw so good but this is important and I'd like to make something for someone, instead of the casual THANKS FOR # VIEWS! and a shitty deviation. I promise that those won't be on the piece!

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RULES: The first ten people to comment on this journal will have a feature of 3 of their pieces (which I like most). In return, these 10 people will have to copy and paste this journal, and carry on with the game!

Comment! NOW!
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Okay first feature goes to

1. [link]
Nobody draws cool mermans! That is, until now. If you ever wanna see a real king of the sea, you've just found THE image.

2. [link]
Pwn3d is one of my all time favourites on DA. It's just because everyone can relate to the BUSTEEED type of situation. Must see and must fav!

3. [link]
First off, check out the texture! Awesome colors too, and the piercing look in his eyes just says "Pwn me one more time and I'll send you to hell myself..."

Great gallery girl! Keep it up OR ELSE!
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Mkay... Who's next?

Hi all just dropped in to say that I'm putting a Construction Co. Sign for the next month or two, and I won't upload anything through it. I have waay too many works to finish and I don't want to post any new WIPs.
As I said I was working on Harvest mainly, but then these new ideas came and everything went wrong. I'm really trying to finish every new piece now and it turned out a far longer process than I expected. Although it has its benefits: I've tried and succeeded in many MANY new techniques with shading, because that was what it was all about: Finishing stuff to the end. And it's still hard... Studying wrinkled clothes, shine, texture, proportions, pose, you name it, everything's still a bit messy. But since I haven't taken any drawing lessons, things like that are predictable...
Right now I have some fellow deviants's works to study. I found so many interesting techniques and ideas that I haven't tried before, and it's still hard to grasp them but step by step I'm getting there. So deviantart has finally turned into a big book for studying for me. I'll mention every influence in the comments under the new deviations, with a big thank you.

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Proud club member of:

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So.. I decided to make a list of the people I watch. They have the most unique and beautiful galleries I've seen around deviantart... Here's the full list:

Friends



Clubs

I'm in
And I'd like to be in , , and Still waiting for confirmation though ^.^

Besides all of this I started redrawing most of my stuff... Expect lots of finished WIP's over the next few weeks. Currently I'm working on Harvest and Descent of the Archangel, if I don't start something else in between expect them one after the other in a few days

Not that anyone reads my journal crap but I wanted to post a great poem I found just half an hour ago.

The Beauty Of Death XIV
by Khalil Gibran, 1914

Part One - The Calling
Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.

Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.

Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers
Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light
Between my bed and the infinite;
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of
Her white wings.

Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers;
Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me;
Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes,
And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.

Part Two - The Ascending

I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.

The songs of the waves and the hymns of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.

Part Three - The Remains

Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me
With leaves of jasmine and lilies;
Take my body from the ivory casket and let it rest
Upon pillows of orange blossoms.
Lament me not, but sing songs of youth and joy;
Shed not tears upon me, but sing of harvest and the winepress;
Utter no sigh of agony, but draw upon my face with your
Finger the symbol of Love and Joy.
Disturb not the air's tranquility with chanting and requiems,
But let your hearts sing with me the song of Eternal Life;
Mourn me not with apparel of black,
But dress in color and rejoice with me;
Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close
Your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.

Place me upon clusters of leaves and
Carry my upon your friendly shoulders and
Walk slowly to the deserted forest.
Take me not to the crowded burying ground lest my slumber
Be disrupted by the rattling of bones and skulls.
Carry me to the cypress woods and dig my grave where violets
And poppies grow not in the other's shadow;
Let my grave be deep so that the flood will not
Carry my bones to the open valley;
Let my grace be wide, so that the twilight shadows
Will come and sit by me.

Take from me all earthly raiment and place me deep in my
Mother Earth; and place me with care upon my mother's breast.
Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed
With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they
Grow above me, and thrive on my body's element they will
Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space;
And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace;
And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.

Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the deserted valley;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly, as the almond
And apple blossoms disperse under the vibration of Nisan's breeze.
Go back to the joy of your dwellings and you will find there
That which Death cannot remove from you and me.
Leave with place, for what you see here is far away in meaning
From the earthly world. Leave me.


For more info and to view the paintings that go with this poem follow this [link]