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coloured pencil
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/ see buyers booth pic here
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YIPPEEE!!!! Been a crazy week, but am looking forward to next year. / Am off to holiday now. I’ll see you guys next year!! / Have a great one!
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an original illustration of a stylized mommy elephant and her two babies in the forest
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Soul mates series / http://www.zazzle.com/andreacreations
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http://www.zazzle.com/andreacreations / pencil drawing scanned and edited (digital collage, digital painting, filters and effects) in photoshop cs2. this piece was inspired in the mail between a man and a woman and specially in the letter she sent back to him, burning in passion, in reply to his letter to her, in which he proposes to her and writes about his love. / it’s a letter full of love, devotion, passion and desire and it can be partially seen in the art a thousand kisses deep
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... flying with new wings / http://www.zazzle.com/andreacreations
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A brother & younger sister got chased by a tiger at night, and they climbed up a big tree. When the tiger found the way to get up there, the children prayed to god to rescue them from the danger. God responded to the prayer and let down a rope, and the children were pulled up to the sky. After seeing this, the tiger also prayed to god for a rope, and a rope came down. But, alas, it was a rotten one! The tiger, therefore, fell in the middle of the air and landed on a millet field. The brother went up into the sky and became the moon, and the sister, who was shy and was afraid to be alone at night, became the sun. (There are actually more to say about the story, but I only described the things which are related to the image!) You can shop other products shown below at my zazzle gallery / Korean Baby’s First Birthday Poster / Gyeonwu & Jiknyeo:The Story of Chilseok in Korea / The Sun & The Moon Folktale Mousepad / Traditional Korean Wedding Card / Korean Folktale Stamp / Traditional Korean Wedding mousepad / Traditional Korean Wedding magnet / King & Queen’s Wedding Poster / Traditional Korean Masks Button
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of my inner geisha
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/ / also available products: / / / / / / Flying Witch
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Photomanipulation I did 2 years ago, using myself as the model for the first time. Background is from anarasha-stock.deviantart.com hope you like it!
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I had this box at a show some time ago. The show was so dead I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a tumbleweed amble by and I was getting ready to pack up and call it a day. As I was trying to figure out which tchotchkes to wrap up first, an elderly lady came over to my table and picked this very box up, ever so gently. She ran her trembling fingers over the smooth finish and chuckled softly to herself. “Ah, this reminds me…” she said and then her voice drifted off. I reached out and took one of her hands – it was soft and very dry and I could feel every bone. “Tell me”, I said. I led her around the table to an empty chair and poured her a bit of tea from a Thermos. / “Oh, it’s a silly story” she said with a wave of her hand, “but if you insist. I used to take a walk every day, but I’d never walk in my neighborhood, no! I’d always take a streetcar to the nicest neighborhood in the city and I’d walk around those beautiful tree-lined streets and smell all those beautiful rich-people flowers and I would imagine that each and every one of those enormous stunning mansions belonged to me. Do you know what you hear in neighborhoods like that, besides birds? Pianos being played. Every other house, it seemed. It was lovely. I believed it was only fair that I should have one some day, so I spent some time considering which one I wanted. I was a very silly young woman, you see. Well, there was this one. It was the house of my dreams, a gingerbread Victorian with spires and turrets and balconies and beautiful stained glass windows like sparkling jewels. It took my breath away every time I saw it. I was sure that there was no possible way that the family who lived there deserved a house that lovely. It was out of the way, but I’d walk to it every time and it was on a cul de sac, so I’d stand smack in the road and stare at it with my mouth open just like a frog! One day I had gotten a late start walking so that it was almost dusk and the moon was rising by the time I got to “my” house. There was an “Open House” sign in the yard! It was being sold, I couldn’t believe it! I knew perfectly well there was no realtor there – it was much too late in the evening, but I went and tried the front door just the same. It opened! I crept in, hoping against hope that it was terrible inside so I could fall out of love with it and be tormented no more, but of course it was absolutely perfect in every respect. I would not have changed one thing about it if it were mine. I wanted to see everything because I knew I’d never get to see the inside of it again, it was like memorizing the face of someone you love. So having poked thoroughly around the entire house, I made my way up the staircase to the uppermost turret and opened the door. And imagine my shock when I found a woman and her cat staring back at me, just like on this box! Well of course, I screamed. And she looked just like this, Sabina, gazing right into my eyes with the most casual expression as if she’d been expecting me all the time and her skirt hiked up over her hips, giving that full moon coming through the window something to look at. She had the most beautiful backside I’d ever seen before or since.” Here, the lady looked up at me with a distinctly mischievous sparkle in her eye. I suppressed the urge to burst out laughing in delight. “So she poured me a glass of cordial and we became fast friends. Her cat’s name was Marzipan. How I loved them both!” The lady got a faraway look and was quiet for awhile. Of course, I tried to give her the box but she said that no, it would make her too sad, but that she was happy to have seen it and to have remembered her sweetheart for a little while. She thanked me for the tea and was on her way. And that’s the reason why the show at which I sold nothing was the best one I’ve ever been at. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2008. Copyright to this material is in no way transferrable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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KITTY ACEOS Bringing Goodwill and Cheer at any time of the year x / Edding Pen on Cartridge Paper / / ORIGINAL SOLD 2009 Art Print with Text Available on Zazzle too…. / My Zazzle Site
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HALLOWEEN SERIES She couldn’t wait for Halloween….... she loves to Trick or Treat / A Fun Illustration for the Halloween Group !! / Come visit us here, where its Halloween All Year….... / HALLOWEEN GROUP Pen and Ink on Watercolour Paper ORIGINAL SOLD 2009 Large Framed Print with Bright White Matt …....... / Art Card….... / Laminate Print with Black Border and Artists Details….... / / / FEATURED N HALLOWEEN MAY 2009 / (Thank You Rouble xxxxxxx) / Recommended by Rouble of RUST for the “I recommend group” May 2009 with many thanks xoxox / FEATURED IN ALPHABET SOUP (LETTER H) JULY 2009
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Often, after browsing through my shop, people send me emails and ask, “However do you think of all those stories?” Well, I suppose it’s time for me to come clean: I don’t think of them at all. My Uncle Wentzel (yes, that’s his real name) has always been a collector. “He’s a pack rat is what he is” insists my Aunt Angie, with a belabored sigh. And given that he has saved the miniscule amount of mercury out of every lightbulb he has ever changed and kept it in an enormous jar that must weigh about 80 pounds, I can kind of see her point. But that seems a small price to pay for the cabinet of curiosities that is their attic. Oh, you could find absolutely anything up there, anything at all. I always find some pretext for rummaging around up there whenever I visit, and it was on one such visit that I found this very typewriter sitting in an open antique suitcase, surrounded by questionable specimen bottles and a dusty old microscope. It was the coolest thing I ever saw, I had to have it. “Oh for Pete’s sake, let her take it, Wentzel! She’s your goddaughter and you haven’t touched the damn thing in three decades”, scolded my Aunt. “But, but…that’s not any ordinary typewriter!” he sputtered. “That’s a Fox typewriter from Grand Rapids, Michigan!” After 45 years of marriage, my Uncle could spot battles he was losing from a mile away. “Everybody talks about Underwoods – bah!” he said, taking me aside. “This one is the best. But be careful with it, it’s moody”, he added, mysteriously. / I lugged it home and found the perfect spot for it in my study. I had no real plans to use it, but I fed a sheet of paper into it for authenticity’s sake and admired its considerable retro charm. Then I went to bed. The next morning, I wandered in my study with my tea and found an entire story about one of my recent art pieces neatly typed out on the paper. Even under fierce interrogation, no one in the household would admit to writing it. I was awakened late that evening to the faint sound of typing coming from my study and tiptoed in to find the very lovely lady you see here hopping from key to key, giving a little shimmy and shake at the end of every sentence. She froze on one toe when she saw me and dove into an antique umbrella stand. She must have returned later to sign her work, though: Calliope Cookie. So Calliope is my muse, she writes all my stories, just as Winona Cookie inspires my art. Every once in a while she goes on strike and types “All work and no play makes Calliope a soggy cookie” over and over again on the blank sheet of paper I hopefully feed into the Fox now every time I finish a piece. When that happens, I know to leave her a shaker of dry martinis and a plate of olives and tapas, which generally results in a particularly colorful tale. So that’s the truth about my stories, and the best typewriter ever. Sometimes older technology has its advantages. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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The White Queen-Bishop’s Pawns / Artist: rubyred / Biography: Danny Because of his position, the Bishop is also expected to lead in any Military assault. / He has therefore had the University of the Gears gene splice his werehounds with prisoners and captives to produce his Battalion of Hounds. / These soldiers are savage and are under exclusive command of the Bishop who has had a specific gene implanted to guarantee unswerving loyalty, similar to the King’s personal guard.
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Minerva was a Roman goddess and the patron of warriors, poetry, medicine, wisdom, commerce, weaving, crafts, and music. The owl is sacred to Minerva, and represents wisdom. Mixed media on slate blue watercolor paper. Original measures 11×15” View more of my artwork at http://www.lynnetteshelley.com
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Can you spot the devil that’s spying on them?
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If you like this painting, the original is still available in my Etsy Store
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Experimenting. Personal Illustration archanN.net
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These 4 were commissioned for someone’s office
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BEST VIEWED LARGE Digital work. You can see a full list of PS brushes I use on my profile page. / Group Features: ‘Dimensions’ – August 2009 ‘Shoot the Moon’ – September 2009
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DRAGONS Pen and Ink A cute little ACEO I created for the Dragons Fire Group WINNER OF THE DRAGONS FIRE- RED DRAGON CHALLENGE- SEPT 2009 Original Available ACEO size- £10 + P&P
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The White Queen’s Bishop / Artist: rubyred / Biography: Danny Having an equal who is a fallen Angel can be hard on the status and having the ability to prove it without question takes some doing. The Queen’s Bishop is an extraordinary man who has complete faith in his abilities, his king and those that he has in charge. Dean and Principal of the King’s University he has built a school of unsurpassed knowledge that has given creation to the great flank engines of battle. Though mortal he has commissioned professors to find elixirs of longevity and never travels anywhere without his protective werehounds. /
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