Fairy snow
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The original oil painting is 16×20”. I haven’t painted in the fairies yet.
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This is a mod I made for a friend and her lovely daughter. I thought it might make a cute Christmas card too.
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Print also available. / Original Available, feel free to email me via www.noise.net/becc if you’re interested. (c) REO 2007
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Based on the Snow White Tale. For Faerie World Competition Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs / Once upon a time . . . in a great castle, a Prince’s daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it. / “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?” The reply was always; “You are, your Majesty,” until the dreadful day when she heard it say, “Snow White is the loveliest in the land.” The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Snow White intc the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man’s courage failed him and, leaving Snow White sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow White was all alone in the forest. Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree. Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept. At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the door open. “l wonder who lives here?” she said to herself, peeping round the kitchen. “What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the table’s laid for seven people.” Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Snow White had an idea. “I’ll make them something to eat. When they come home, they’ll be glad to find a meal ready.” Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf prodded her gently. “Who are you?” he asked. Snow White told them her sad story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs’ eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose: “Stay here with us!” “Hooray! Hooray!” they cheered, dancing joyfully round the little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White: “You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the mine. Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we’ll take care of you!” Snow White gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to open the door to strangers. Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: “The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the seven dwarfs’ cottage, down in the forest.” The stepmother was beside herself with rage. “She must die! She must die!” she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine. Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door: KNOCK! KNOCK! “Who’s there?” she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarfs advice. “I’m an old peasant woman selling apples,” came the reply. “I don’t need any apples, thank you,” she replied. “But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!” said the velvety voice from outside the door. “I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone,” said the little girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends. “And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you can’t buy. You are a good girl indeed!” Then the old woman went on. “And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a gift of one of my apples!” Without a further thought, Snow White opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple. “There! Now isn’t that a nice apple?” Snow White bit into the fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously. Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace. Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage. There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her around, but it was no use. They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin. Each day they laid a flower there. Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Snow White’s lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion. “If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I’ll call in famous doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She’s so lovely . . . I’d love to kiss her. . . !” He did, and as though by magic, the Prince’s kiss broke the spell. To everyone’s astonishment, Snow White opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow White. From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle. But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little cottage down in the forest. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- NEW – 2008 Calendar is available HERE —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- My gallery is Copyright © Wandering Soul. All rights reserved. / All the materials contained in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. 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Model – Millie Claire / MUA – Cloe Bunter of Makeup by Cloe Pentacon Six TL + Kodak Portra 160VC / I won’t show the digital versions, seems to have caused a little friction on dA ;) Needless to say if you’re familiar with the original Snow White text, you might just know what this is about :D Melbourne’s Parklands have very photogenic footpaths. I believe this was shot in the Queen Vic Park… I dunno, it was hot and there were a LOT of parks. Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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Model: Lauren Kay I’m sorry but the preview image being too large and the water mark being so small has made me remove this as a print. If you wish to buy this you can purchase it here at deviantart: http://www.deviantart.com/print/4226182/?itemtypeids=
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Original Art & Design, watercolors, Gold leaf and Photoshop :)
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A little Winter Number… Merry Christmas and a Happy New year to everyone L
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Mae West’s Famous line…My interpretation for the festive season…have a fairy tale Christmas!!
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This work was created when thinking of a challenge about fairytales and while it still fits that challenge (at least I think it does) it morphed into my current spirituality crisis I’m going through… maybe crisis is over dramatic… “God” created EVERYTHING right? Before this universe was created there was literally JUST HIM right? 20 years of church with me so far? What I deduce from this is: / God created sin. (if there was nothing in this universe…if God created everything in exsistance…) / God created our ability to CHOOSE sin. / God then punished us for HIS creations. / God is a loving god who LOVES us so much. / however…if we find it hard to believe all this we go straight to a place of torment and torture…. / This doesn’t add up to me anymore. I get that we have the choice to be good or bad. I get that God glave us free will. What I don’t get is that HE CREATED THE SIN IN THE FIRST PLACE. He created Satan and Satan’s ability to fall. We are all his creation…why create evil? My guess is that it’s because it’s not really how everything came to be. I believe early peeps needed a reason for life and a way to control the masses… There is enough proof…or so they say…that Jesus exsisted, but I’m doubting he was created to save my wretched soul that God created in the first place. / I should note that I grew up in a Southern Baptist church and was saved and baptised at the age of 13. 13 years later my stained glass window of faith was completely shattered and for the last 5 years I have been unable to rebuild it. The pieces JUST don’t fit…. did they ever? Also… an etirnity kneeling at a man’s feet singing his praises is SOOO not my idea of heaven… Nikon D80 / altered in PS CS4 / it’s not perfect, but I guess I’m not either… Thanks Eve!
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The Fairy Pools under the magnificent Black Cuillin mountain range on the Isle of Skye. A breathtaking part of Scotland full of myth and legend….and not hard to see why :) Taken March 2009 Canon 400D + sigma 10-20 mm + Lee filters
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Baby polar bear and fae remind you to pause for a moment and think about how the choices we make effect the world and all that live here.
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The Snow Imp wanders the woods with her frosting wand and Cardinal companion…
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myself… and the freezing cold. shot in austria, winter 08/09
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19×25 pastel on Sennelier La Carte paper FEATURED IN C.O.R.E., FRIENDS OF RED BUBBLE, FIRST THINGS, THE PATCHWORK, AND THE SISTERHOOD / She has been sitting on my easel for the longest time. I finally got inspired to finish her. I made her a lot bigger than the others in the series, so that should appease her for me taking so long on her. / She is the Spirit of the North Wind. It is the wind of Winter and of death, but also of rebirth. She gives us the wisdom to overcome death and to know it is not the end. We must walk through the Northern gate at the end of this life and she will be the one to usher us through. Listen to cold Winter wind, and let her help you release your fears into the darkness of the night. Also from the Series
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An enchanting fairy in a field of winter snow and frost .. created in psp9, models in poser
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