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• Selling Photography
  by Jo O'Brien

  This is based on my experience working at markets and in “painting and sculpture” galleries. I have heard of exclusively photographic gal…

  This is based on my experience working at markets and in “painting and sculpture” galleries. I have heard of exclusively photographic galleries (collaborative- not just for a single photographer) which are an easier market but I am yet to find one in Melbourne. DISCLAIMER: The opinions presented in this journal are not a substitute for professional advice and are based on analogical evidence Things that I have found help to sell photography are: / 1) Taking a strikingly lucky, creative and one off image that others would struggle to replicate / 2) Presenting your photos in an original way / 3) Providing support material to the seller about the image and yourself / 4) Signing the image and providing info on the back / 5) Having a variety of photos available for sale / 6) Only having one copy of each image on display Things I have found detract from selling photography / 1) Inferior or unsuitable framing or packaging / 2) You are selling a whole bunch of your images and most of them look similar- or more so, look like you took them all on the same day / 3) No information about the image is available / 4) No image about the photographer is available / 5) I hate to say it but photographers with birthdates in the 1980s should consider omitting this information from their biography because youth = inexperience in the minds of some buyers. The exception seems to be works using a lot of photomanipulation. / 6) Damaged prints or packaging / 7) And it might have seemed the most obvious point but images that are not interesting, or that do not fufil a decorative need There are many ways of presentaion your images including: / 1) Loose prints or posters / 2) Matted prints (and whether to sign the image or the mat) / 3) Canvas Prints / 4) Framed Prints / 5) Putting your images on other products (tastefully) Generally speaking, bad presentation will doom the sale of even the most amazing photograph and that the more creative and unusual your presentation, the more attention you and your work will recieve. Who has some other tips?

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  Phoebe In Klimt
  by udonchow

  US$3.99–US$106.40

  Acrylic on Canvas (Original Sold) Concept: Felt an urge to paint Phoebe in a Gustave Klimt-inspired costume after reading his biography. Was curious how Phoebe would look in it. A far cry from the master’s but painting Phoebe in that was fun!

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  Tobacco & Roses
  by Paula MacGregor

  This work is in a Victorian cash box, it was made as a memorial to my mother. Each compartment contains a miniature homage to her. Her makeup compact is open, a kiss from my lips wearing her lipstick is on the pad. Reflected in the open mirror is a bottle containing handmade rose beads: the petals from her funeral roses were rolled into a ball and left to dry (when nuns walked in the garden their hands must be kept busy, so they rolled rose petals in this way to make beads which they threaded onto a cord and called it a Rosary’). The cigaret packets are there because my mums death was directly related to her 50 years of smoking. The altered book has, among other things, exerts from her diaries (I inherited 40 years worth of them!).

• Poet Of The Week - Walt Whitman(Romanticist)
  by Kristy Lee

  I love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry …

  I love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry each week to a poet that has inspired me. I hope that some of you will take the time to read the short biography and examples of writing on each of them. If not, well..I am happy to continue posting these regardless. Once again, this info is from Wikipedia, Poets.org and my own brain Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) “Oh Captain, My Captain”…...... Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819 to a family which consisted of nine children, lived in Brooklyn and Long Island in the 1820s and 1830s. At the age of twelve Whitman began to learn the printer’s trade, and fell in love with the written word. He read voraciously, becoming acquainted with the works of Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, and the Bible. In 1855, Whitman took out a copyright on the first edition of Leaves of Grass, which consisted of twelve untitled poems and a preface. He published the volume himself, and sent a copy to Ralph Waldo Emerson in July of 1855. Whitman released a second edition of the book in 1856, containing thirty-three poems, a letter from Emerson praising the first edition, and a long open letter by Whitman in response. At the outbreak of the Civil War, Whitman vowed to live a “purged” and “cleansed” life. He wrote freelance journalism and visited the wounded at New York-area hospitals. He then traveled to Washington, D.C. in December 1862 to care for his brother who had been wounded in the war. Overcome by the suffering of the many wounded in Washington, Whitman decided to stay and work in the hospitals. In 1865 Walt Whitman published “Drum-Taps” , a collection of wartime poetry. In 1868 “Poems by Walt Whitman” was published, aided by William Michael Rossetti. This gained Whitman an international following. Whitman struggled to support himself through most of his life. He lived on a clerk’s salary and some modest royalties which were said to be sent to his widowed mother and an invalid brother. In the early 1870s, Whitman settled in Camden, where he had come to visit his dying mother at his brother’s house. However, after suffering a stroke, Whitman found it impossible to return to Washington. An updated publication of Leaves of Grass gave him enough money to buy a home in Camden. In this two-story clapboard house, Whitman spent his declining years preparing his final volume of poems and prose, “Good-Bye, My Fancy” After his death on March 26, 1892, Whitman was buried in a tomb he designed and had built on a lot in Harleigh Cemetery. Whitman’s expression of sexuality ranged from his admiration for male friendship to openly erotic descriptions of the male body. This however is quite contradictory to the outrage Whitman displayed when confronted about these messages in public, praising chastity and denouncing masturbation. / In the 1970s, the gay liberation made a poster child of Walt Whitman. His sexual attraction towards other men was not disputed. However, whether or not Whitman had sexual relationships with men has been the subject of debate over the years. / / Walt Whitman’s influence on contemporary American poetry is so fundamental that it has been said that American poetry divides into two camps: that which naturally flows from Whitman and that which consciously strives to accept it. _____ To You by Walt Whitman Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying. Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you. O I have been dilatory and dumb, I should have made my way straight to you long ago, I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you. I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself. Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre- figure of all, From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light, But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color’d light, From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever. O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you! You have not known what you are, you have slumber’d upon yourself all your life, Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time, What you have done returns already in mockeries, (Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?) The mockeries are not you, Underneath them and within them I see you lurk, I pursue you where none else has pursued you, Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom’d routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me, The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these balk others they do not balk me, The pert apparel, the deform’d attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part aside. There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you, There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you, No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you, No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you. As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully to you, I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you. Whoever you are! claim your own at an hazard! These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense and interminable as they, These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them, Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution. The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency, Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, whatever you are promulges itself, Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted, Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.

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  Pieces of Eight
  by Paula MacGregor

  Bottles, books and boxes

• Dreaming of Gore Vidal
  by John Douglas

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  THE BIOGRAPHY OF POSTERITY
  by Mihai Criste

• Poet of the Week – Amy Lowell(Imagist)
  by Kristy Lee

  I would imagine, to anyone that knows me, it is no secret that I love poetry, in all it’s forms. I love reading of the lives of poets, f…

  I would imagine, to anyone that knows me, it is no secret that I love poetry, in all it’s forms. I love reading of the lives of poets, finding inspiration from many varied sources. I’ve decided, therefore, to dedicate a journal entry each week to a poet that has inspired me. I hope that some of you will take the time to read the short biography and examples of writing on each of them. If not, well..I am happy to continue posting these regardless. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. – Percy Bysshe Shelley The following information came from Wikipedia, Poets.org and from tidbits I have gathered of Amy Lowell, from various books, over the years. Amy Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) Born to an Episcopalian family, of old New England stock, Amy Lowell was a poet of the imagist school. / Amy was home tutored as a child and then went on to travel the world as a socialite. It was considered improper, by her family, that Amy attend college though she made up for this lack of education by being a complete bookworm. Her first published work appeared in ‘Atlantic Monthly’ and only two years later her first collection of poetry “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass” was also published. At the age of 38, Amy was reported to have been in a lesbian relationship with an actress, Ada Dwyer Russell,a widow who was 11 years older than Lowell, with whom she travelled to England with, where she met Ezra Pound and became one of her biggest influences, and the leader of the Imagist movement. Pound never considered Amy a true Imagist thought she contributed much to the movement, including penning a biography of John Keats, whom she believed to be the true forbearer of Imagism. In 1914, she published her second book of poetry, Sword Blades and Poppy Seeds. Many of the poems were in vers libre (free verse), which she renamed “unrhymed cadence.” A few were in a form she invented, which she called “polyphonic prose.” Later in her life Amy was drawn to Chinese and Japanese poetry. This interest led her to collaborate with translator Florence Ayscough on Fir-Flower Tablets in 1921. She was also known to write erotic love poems about women and was considered a lesbian. She lived with her companion Ada Russell up until her death. Amy was an imposing, vivacious and fiesty woman who smoked cigars frequently. She lived a life as a dedicated poet, literary agent, collector and lecturer, she died of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 51. A Lady, by Amy Lowell You are beautiful and faded / Like an old opera tune / Played upon a harpsichord; / Or like the sun-flooded silks / Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. In your eyes / Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes, / And the perfume of your soul / Is vague and suffusing, / With the pungence of sealed spice-jars. / Your half-tones delight me, / And I grow mad with gazing / At your blent colours. My vigour is a new-minted penny, / Which I cast at your feet. / Gather it up from the dust, / That its sparkle may amuse you. A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M., by Amy Lowell They have watered the street, / It shines in the glare of lamps, / Cold, white lamps, / And lies / Like a slow-moving river, / Barred with silver and black. / Cabs go down it, / One, / And then another. / Between them I hear the shuffling of feet. / Tramps doze on the window-ledges, / Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks. / The city is squalid and sinister, / With the silver-barred street in the midst, / Slow-moving, / A river leading nowhere. Opposite my window, / The moon cuts, / Clear and round, / Through the plum-coloured night. / She cannot light the city; / It is too bright. / It has white lamps, / And glitters coldly. I stand in the window and watch the moon. / She is thin and lustreless, / But I love her. / I know the moon, / And this is an alien city.

• What inspires me?
  by cathy savels

  I started painting 6 years ago. I’d had this romantic notion of being a painter but now the time had come, I didn’t actually have a clue…

  I started painting 6 years ago. I’d had this romantic notion of being a painter but now the time had come, I didn’t actually have a clue what I was going to paint! I was given a book, one of those huge hard backed ones full of beautiful glossy photographs of African women. They were decorated with fabulous jewellery. I decided to try and paint one of these women. I was really fascinated by the tiniest beads and the repetition of the strands. It seemed that by repeating the same object several times, they somehow took on a different meaning. I had a big problem painting from photographs. Not only were these copyrighted but it felt like I was cheating. My parents had discouraged me from becoming an artist because I’d spent most of my childhood copying pictures. They felt that this was not showing true talent or skill. I don’t really agree with this, it’s a different art form, but for me, I wanted to be original. I also wanted to have a message, not just paint for the sake of painting. I was lucky enough to meet an artist who had taught art most of his life. I didn’t like his paintings but he had showed me one or two of his more sculptural pieces which were very quirky indeed. I realised that it was this quirkiness that I liked. He offered to critique the work I had done so far and see if he could get me thinking about which direction I should take. He loved the zebras I had done and said it was a very well executed painting. That gave me hope. He looked at all my paintings and held his hands over different areas in like a circle fashion, like a tunnel and looked through. It made me think of a lens, zooming in. He said that there were areas in all my paintings where the detail was excellent and that I had obviously zoomed into those areas that interested me the most. The last thing he told me was that I should ask myself what it was that really interested me and it would be this that I painted well. After that meeting, I just couldn’t paint. I couldn’t think of anything that I really, really wanted to paint. There seemed to be so many things. I spent months just sitting in my studio, not painting, but thinking. I also spent a lot of time making decorative objects for the home, mostly with beans, whatever type of bean I could find. I would spend hours just gluing them in a repetitive pattern. People couldn’t work out what these objects were made of and that fascinated me. Again, the repetition of one object took on a different meaning when grouped together. I also wanted to paint though and it just wasn’t happening the way I wanted. I went to Vienna for a small break and I spent my time going round some exhibitions trying to get inspiration. I came across an artist called Eva Hesse. She was an American artist who had died at the age of 34 from a brain tumour. She never really got to the place she wanted to be with her art. It made me want to try harder. Her early works were mostly drawings, all quite naive which I didn’t like very much. I was rather bored of this exhibition but then, right at the very end were some of her works where she had used materials and these works were like 3 dimensional, though still hanging like a painting. In several of them she had used string. I was completely fascinated. It was as if a light bulb had been switched on. I realised that I could put all my creative skills into my paintings!!! I couldn’t wait to get into my studio after that. Because I’d been working with beans so much, I took some digital photos of these so that I could blow them up on the computer and really see the detail. The skin on the black eyed beans was crinkled and ideal to be represented in string. This is how I came about doing ‘string beans’, a key piece of work. The repetition of the rows of string creates a rhythm and then when the string is over-painted, it undertakes an metamorphic transformation. It’s totally fascinating. I realised also that most people would not look at nature this closely. They would not study a tomato before they put it in their salad the way I do or photograph a lemon and blow it up out of all proportion on their computer. Here was my message! I could show people how beautiful these things are if only we took the time to look properly. Here was a way for me to show people. Since looking at nature in this way, I look at everything differently. I see flowers as folded pieces of fabric and tiny knots of string for the stamens, I see ridges in shells as bits of string, mushrooms as fibreglass, lichen as bits of clay etc. etc. I don’t see things in a ‘normal’ way anymore which has lead people to think I’m slightly mad. It’s become like an obsession, a compulsion. Now I’ve started this process, I really don’t think I can stop. I have so many ideas and nowhere near enough time to do all I have to do! Must go!!! www.cathysavels.com

• AustralianReader
  by Kate Smith

  AustralianReader wet ink for hungry minds Submit your work to AustralianReader.com, an online read…

  AustralianReader wet ink for hungry minds Submit your work to AustralianReader.com, an online reader showcasing Australia’s best new writing. General Submissions We accept works that have been published through small and independent presses, and unpublished works. We invite you to submit fiction, non-fiction, poetry and plays for publication. There is no word limit on submissions, but we publish only works that have been written within the last 12 months. Your submission must be: -engaging, entertaining, and inspired / -structured appropriately for the genre / -written by you (i.e. an Australian, or a person residing or staying in Australia at the time of writing) / -penned or significantly revised within the last 12 months To contribute, send us an email containing your submission and a short bio. Note that while AustralianReader.com takes all care in protecting the rights of authors published on this site, like any other online entity, we are unable to guarantee the safety of works from potential illegal reproduction. We pursue theft of work through all available channels, but understand that by permitting the reproduction of work on this site, authors recognise and accept the potential risk involved. AustralianReader.com is run on a purely voluntary basis and does not pay for submissions. / Subscribe to AustralianReader.com and Win! / Each month, we give away a copy of a book featured on the site to a lucky new subscriber. Subscribe for free and receive monthly news, reviews, special offers and more! / / / / Take a Break! / Escape to a faraway land: from India to Italy, our Travel stories are guaranteed to transport you to another place. / / Need to Read? / Get up to 50% off new titles by top Australian authors in our online bargain basement and feed the need!

• Naming Your Art
  by Stephen Mitchell

  Whatever you entitle your work is going to appear on your buyers wall-hanging. Therefore, taking the time to think of a name for your art…

  Giving our art a better title than Untitled will help promote and sell.

• Must-Read of the Day
  by Stephen Mitchell

  Biography’s of Ingeborg Tyssen and John F. Williams.

  Online Biography’s, interviews and photography of two of the most influential Australian photographers.

• Artist Statement
  by cathy savels

  Nature as art, in absolute detail. A never ending paradox that tears me from reality. Everything has a spirit, a voice that needs to be…

  Nature as art, in absolute detail. A never ending paradox that tears me from reality. Everything has a spirit, a voice that needs to be listened to. Creativity is my passion. This was the journey of my childhood, as I watched my father create wonderful furniture in wood and observed my mother sewing beautiful garments with fabrics. When I search for inspiration, I look over the vineyards surrounding my studio in south-west France and ideas engulf me. Dreams evolve into reality, midnight sketches become my driving force. Before my canvas, I see the world through a lens. I’m interested in what escapes me. www.cathysavels.com

• The Clearing
  by Beau Ravn

  A lone ear pressed to the ground awakens to the sounds of the Earth. A soft hum becomes a drone…a single tone. As the sound flows through…

  Out of a 10 year journey into the depths of the dark forest of ones own inner hell, springs new hope … new life … a new vision of all life. A clearing. An auto-biographical short story.

• ARTIST BIOGRAPHY
  by JaneAParis

  JANE À PARIS is my artistic pen name, quite literally, inspired from travel abroad and political subjugation and persecution. I have been…

  JANE À PARIS is my artistic pen name, quite literally, inspired from travel abroad and political subjugation and persecution. I have been painting for over ten years, and I consider myself to be an expressionistic painter. I have some formal training, but for the most part I am a self taught artist. My inspirations come from the masters of expressionism. I have a deep love for expressionism – ‘Expressionistic artist sought to develop pictorial forms which would express their innermost feelings rather than represent the external world. Expressionist painting is intense, passionate and highly personal, based on the concept of the painter’s canvas as a vehicle for demonstrating emotions. Violent, unreal color and dramatic brushwork make the typical expressionistic painting quiver with vitality.’ This is what I try to achieve when I paint, and I think I quite often do because I am a very expressionistic and emotional painter. My favorite painters are Beckman, Van Gogh, Heckel, Jawlensky, Kirchner, Kokoschka, Marc, Munch (The Father of Expressionism), Nolde, Pechstein, Roualt, Schiele, Schmidt-Rottluff, and Soutine. I do not limit myself to just this style of painting. I also experiment with different styles and medias. I have many favorite artist, for me art is a passion that has literally saved my life and breaths life into my soul. To quote one of my favorite artist, Gerhard Richter , “Art is the highest form of hope”. To me each painting I create is a part of me. My soul, my body, and my emotions are all involved in the creation process. I view art just as I would view motherhood. I give birth to a new creation and it takes on a life of its own. I am available for commissions. You can reach me at janeaparis.artist@hotmail.com. I am signing off with a quote from myself – ‘life is art; art is life’ JANE À PARIS / Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS

• Afternoon of Art Shows
  by KazM

  I have just been watching some art based shows. / One show was on the art of Dan Horgan. / Dan is a Californian artist, he is environmental…

  I have just been watching some art based shows. / One show was on the art of Dan Horgan. / Dan is a Californian artist, he is environmental artist, who has spent 30 years creating art in the wilderness where he organises found objects, often stone. / Many of his works are created in the wilderness or on the beach and just left there to be reclaimed or not by nature. / This doco is the story of his first in gallery creation. It is an exploration of the process of the creation as well as an exploration of the life that got him to the place where he was ready to create art in a very inhabited space without the assistance and inspiration of the of the natural landscape. / Sometimes he organises people or carves sand into temporary artworks which only exist for the time they are photographed. / He often works in circular or serpentine forms, both of which I continually return to. / He is an example of a craftsman who creates art by knowing when to stop. / Contrasting to this program was an earlier one on Takashi Murakami, a Japanese pop artist who critiques and parodies commercial design and commercialism. Much of his work is based on over the top smiley type characters and references anime and manga styles. He uses over size works to turn the cut into the over powering. / I am interested in the story of the process of creating art and it is one of the many things I enjoy about RB.

• Chad Witt Online
  by John Douglas

  In 2000 a good friend of mine, Chad Witt, died. Chad was an artist, poet, notorious gossip. I have made a website about Chad and his art …

  In 2000 a good friend of mine, Chad Witt, died. Chad was an artist, poet, notorious gossip. I have made a website about Chad and his art and poetry, using his own words, from emails he’d sent me. Chad Witt Online

• BIOGRAPHY OF THOMAS SOWELL
  by Elaine Farmer

  Thomas Sowell was born in North Carolina and grew up in Harlem. As with many others in his neighborhood, he left home early and did not f…

  Thomas Sowell was born in North Carolina and grew up in Harlem. As with many others in his neighborhood, he left home early and did not finish high school. The next few years were difficult ones, but eventually he joined the Marine Corps and became a photographer in the Korean War. After leaving the service, Sowell entered Harvard University, worked a part-time job as a photographer and studied the science that would become his passion and profession: economics. / After graduating magna cum laude from Harvard University (1958), he went on to receive his master’s in economics from Columbia University (1959) and a doctorate in economics from the University of Chicago (1968). / In the early ‘60s, Sowell held jobs as an economist with the Department of Labor and AT&T. But his real interest was in teaching and scholarship. In 1965, at Cornell University, he began the first of many professorships. His other teaching assignments include Rutgers University, Amherst University, Brandeis University and the University of California at Los Angeles, where he taught in the early ‘70s and also from 1984 to 1989. / Sowell has published a large volume of writing. His dozen books, as well as numerous articles and essays, cover a wide range of topics, from classic economic theory to judicial activism, from civil rights to choosing the right college. Moreover, much of his writing is considered ground-breaking—work that will outlive the great majority of scholarship done today. / Though Sowell had been a regular contributor to newspapers in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, he did not begin his career as a newspaper columnist until 1984. George F. Will’s writing, says Sowell, proved to him that someone could say something of substance in so short a space (750 words). And besides, writing for the general public enables him to address the heart of issues without the smoke and mirrors that so often accompany academic writing. / In 1990, he won the prestigious Francis Boyer Award, presented by The American Enterprise Institute. / Currently Sowell is a senior fellow at the Hoover Institute in Stanford, Calif. PICTURE OF DR. SOWELL

• Now a loose conglomoration of picture views at an exhibition.
  by Kenart

  Be confounded and realise too late that art is the only way out.

  The Next part of The Confounded Letters Series

• Biography
  by Barry W King

  profile bio

• Strummin' my pain...
  by N Kumar Bellani

  *...I could feel the driver’s eyes piercing my back until I’d turned into the lane between the Middle East Bank building and the Deira Po…

  ...She’ll never know what time I’d left. I’d left her sleeping contentedly… Strumming my pain… Featured Work / Thank you ‘Masterpieces: Literary Workshop’ Group I WELCOME YOUR CRITICISM…therefore…I cordialy invite all your brickbats…..for me, for this one! lol

• Stickleback & The Crooked House
  by Kenart

  For none to be, there was just me that all these games now thank

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  Vicarious Art
  by Alex Worsley

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  First from 4 in a sort of autobiographical series. / More to come…. / —-—-—-- Model: Steve Bell

• A Little About Lisabella..
  by lisabella

  You can try and destroy my spirits…but you’ll get nowhere. / It just makes me want to do it more. / So keep going, I dare you.