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Luna

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 01:49:30 PST

Last summer my family had gone to the Azores for a vacation and, sadly, I had to stay behind to work. One day at the end of June I went to my family home with a friend to pick something up, once we had driven all the way there I realized I had forgotten my key (scatterbrain!), and because my family was at the time on another continent we had to find another way in. It being the house I grew up in (for the most part) that was pretty easy for me, I led my friend out back to the deck where I was hoping the door would be easier to open, and I saw something incredible. The entire deck, door and back wall was covered with huge lime green moths! Having never seen a luna moth before, I was floored. There was never a day I wished I had my camera more.

After the shock of these gorgeous creatures wore off (wore off my friend at least, I was still swooning) we started towards the door, it was still covered in moths, and they weren't really moving, so we picked them off the door one by one and put them somewhere safer than in our work area (we had to wrestle the window open and unlock the door and all that). Holding them was so cool, they weren't moving, I later found out they only really fly at night, I guess they sleep during the day, and they were soft and so incredibly cute. I had completely fallen in love with them.

A while after that day on my deck, I decided to see if maybe they would make good pets, sadly these moths, in their adult state, only live for a week. They don't eat, they just procreate and die. It's sad, they're so beautiful, if I could just have them flying around me all the time I would.

About the piece, I can imagine she's the softest thing you've ever felt, I imagine she's a spirit of some sort, or a moth queen, or whatever you like to make of her. Her name is Luna, and she glows, she glows every night for a week and then she is extinguished.

I think I learned a lot with this one, about backgrounds, and colors. While I notice some anatomical issues, her short legs and elongated neck, etc., I'm leaving them. Some were intentional, some were lucky mistakes, but her subtle disproportion makes her unsettling, and I like that.

Painter X, and Photoshop CS3 were used, mostly the latter. Also my Intuos3.

Check out my blog for detail shots.

This piece is the first of many for my Forest artbook.

print available here: [link]

redrum

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 17:25:33 PST

This is a work I promissed to do long time ago. It is for phunkycube ([link]) for creating my website ([link]).
He wanted me to draw his favourite disney character. evil fairy from Sleeping Beauty ([link]). I didn't do a copy I just tryed to be inspired by the character and create some personal piece. I really enjoyed painting this. This is what I like painting now much more than classical fantasy /sci-fi stuff. More personal stuff soon.

Let me know what you think
Thanks for watching

She Dreams in Digital

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 19:11:00 PST

Inspired by the song "Fiction" by Orgy

"She's lost in coma where it's beautiful.
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep.
Do you wonder what it's like living in a permanent imagination.
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that.

Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital, cause it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital."

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Wacom Graphire 3 tablet and Corel Painter 9
Original size 3000x4000px
No references used.
I don't know how many hours.
Prints available soon

A lapse of Memory

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 11:04:43 PDT

I've drawn this girl way way too many times, but I can't get enough of her. She's just a figment of my imagination, she's the one I turn to when I let my mind wander, she is made for me and only me.

Now I'm going to contradict myself and tell you a bit about her:

Sybil, a bright perky yet contemplative young woman was hit by a car and paralyzed from the neck down at the age of 24. She had been in a coma for a week before she awoke to find that her body was left in ruin. Due to a multitude of other permanent internal injuries she was to be confined to a bed for what was most likely to be the rest of her life.

The first years were busy with family and friends at her side almost daily but inevitably as time moved on so did everyone else. Her sisters grew and had families of their own. Her friends eventually forgot she existed. And Sybil's once bright radiant personality turned to one of cynicism and depression.

30 years past and the disconnect with the world around her she discovered ages ago had grown into a monolithic wall. Trapped, unable to speak or unwilling, to anyone who witnessed her laying in her bed she was all but comatose.

Sybil was drawing back into her shell. She was struggling to find another kind of existence within her own mind, one where she could be free again. Simple daydreams were not enough, she needed something more. Days of intense concentration, no sleep, no need for it. She would lay there with her eyes closed searching the recesses of her mind for any shred of life left in her stubborn breathing corpse.

Then... in an instant, something clicked. The world stopped. Her eyes opened and she found herself falling through clouds. She fell through the skylight of a vast mansion standing a mid the ocean like an island. decorated top to bottom with ornate patterns and textiles. This place was beautiful combination of pristine hand crafted workmanship and graceful aging. This mansion was a home within the deepest pit of her imagination. A place only reached by a handful of people throughout history. Her new world was ever lasting and limited only by her imagination. She lives there to this day.
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Also I should mention this is an edited version of this [link] I always loved this picture, but recently felt I could fix it up and make it one of my favorites again

Dimensions to Behold

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 03:54:28 PDT

For it'd be cool to have these critiqued:
- Colour blending//Values
- Idea
- Anything else

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Inspired by the song: "Back to Sleep" by Factory of Dreams.
Lyrics: [link]

"...I see you everyday
In my dreams so deep
But I cant find the way
I just wanna go back to sleep
...
Dont ever wake me my dear
I have chosen my place
Why can't I make it real
Why cant I make you stay
By my side"

I love the song, tranquil and beautiful.
I listen to it every morning when I wake up.
This drawing is 100% mine, by that I mean no textures from other sources are used.
And... this has a lot of meaning for me and I do not know how to say it.
This is actually the second drawing I did of the song, the first one remains incomplete.

No, I should not draw because of the abundance of homework I have to do, but I had to put this on canvas.

Comments and critiques are more than welcomed.

:20 April 2012

Madame Butterfly

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:36:00 PST

Madame Butterfly (Short story Illustration)
Which came first the Cocoon or the Butterfly…. The Chicken or the Egg?

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.”
- William Wordsworth

*Dedicated to my dear friend =deadlybuterfly. You are such a generous spirit and phenomenal talent! Thank you so much for your beautiful dedication "La RiElErA" [link] I love it!

© Manon Gosselin 2008. All rights reserved. All images in my gallery are copyrighted and are for viewing purposes only. They may not be reproduced or used in any way without permission. They are not public domain.

*You can view more images at my main site:
PhenoManon Illustration, Design & Multimedia
Site: [link]

The Sleeping Sea That I Dream

Mon, 31 Jan 2011 23:46:49 PST

Beautiful, no?

Art(c)R.C 2011/MMXI

Nightfalls Desire

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 22:03:03 PST

Nightfalls Desire- A beautiful blue luminescent plant that only blooms and glows at night. They grow in enormous fields and have a tendency to grow where there is lots of life nearby.
The flowers only bloom when they hear a wish from a dream, only then will it glow and create Wishes Essence, A luminous physical and tangible wish that twinkles in the night sky. You could call it the "soul" of a wish. This essence slowly moves with the wind and eventually reaches the stars.
These wishes are created by the hopes and dreams of all who sleep in the moons gaze.
Some say if you rest in a field of Nightfalls Desire and listen closely you might even be able to hear the voices behind the wishes.

Dreams are nice aren't they?

A quick doodle of a dream i had a few days ago

you are not allowed to alter this and you are not aloud to use this for anything related to money

Wake Me Up

Sat, 21 Aug 2010 01:13:07 PDT

I am selling this at AOD. See you there!

Submitted to 's contest Magical Moments [link] .

The element is supposed to be Earth (flowers = part of earth).

It's original title was "Wake Me With a Kiss" because...
What started out as another Miharu-sleeping fanart turned out as this instead. This is based off those classic stories where a girl, usually a cursed princess hidden away, is woken from slumber by a kiss from her prince/one true love. Note- not Disney.

(If this one is too dark, I have another version: [link])
I kind of love this... it's very different from my past few stuff (mostly fanart >.>). The hair is based off a wig I have, but I changed it like, several times because there was too much redness or too bright or whatever. I settled with this one though and not the other one I linked above.
Several days on GIMP. I am really getting a hand of it
Does this seem like a kind of card a girl would give her boyfriend?

Beginning

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 05:23:34 PDT

"I want to tell you a story. It's a story with a happy beginning, sad middle and an unknown ending.

Once upon a time there was a girl. A crazy but also a shy girl. As usual on Saturday she went on a meeting where her friend with same interests used to chat and keep close. There she met a girl. A crazy and a very talkative girl. Soon they became best friends and got married. It was not a real marriage though. Couples of best friends from that meeting got married (by switching some objects) to show that they belong to each other. To show that it's not just a game of being friends. They switched plastic forks as they were on a barbecue party then and were eating fat-full sausages sitting together under a big smelly blanket. Since then their friendship was blooming as a beautiful flower. They knew their's secrets, thoughts and unspoken wishes. They were as a Prince and a Princess. They were the best."

What do you think will happen next?

Middle

Ending

I couldn't sleep because of this story so I have to write it down. It's not supposed to be very interesting and amusing, it's just a bit of the things sitting in my heart <3

PS CS + 5,5h + Utena OST
07 IX 17

Dedicated to Bejbe

Beauty Of A Lucid Dream

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 20:04:49 PST

Webster's Dictionary defines lucid dreaming as: "a dream state in which one is conscious enough to recognize that one is in the dream state and which stays in one's memory..."

Now, imagine you are preparing for bed after you took a shower and you decide to sleep naked... your awareness is active... you get up and open a door... and beyond that... you see beauty beyond your lucid dream...

© 2010 Big Dog Graphics, Inc.

Nouveau Priestess

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 01:48:59 PST

My biggest (and hopefully best) digital painting to date. A week of sleep dep and some serious hours invested in this. I hope you enjoy!

I’m hoping for entry in ’s contest, here: [link]

I’m not QUITE sure it’s going to make the nut for the style we’re aiming for. I love the artists she introduced, here, for this challenge because their work is so brilliant and beautifully surreal.

I’ve been really fascinated by items from the Art Nouveau movement, lately… And I’ve always been intrigued with the ancient Egyptian imagery.

Most references randomly pulled from the web.
Honorable DA mentions:
Model pose and motion inspired from a stock image by

Nouveau Flower inspiration from

Cloud Definition help from brushes by the talented

A warm, heartfelt "thank you" to all the people who take time to post tutorials, help, and resources here on DA. I'm constantly learning new things and tips and tricks and couldn't get through without your help and support.

Seeing It Both Ways

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 13:43:51 PDT

Wanted to try something in black and white. This be the result. I had Maleficent in mind when doing it, hench the horns. It isn't her though.

Sleep

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 15:41:37 PDT

Sleeping beauty ? yes I was playing with colors ~

Binding Fear :Open RP and Student Event:

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 04:50:23 PDT

You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted.

You awake from a nightmare.
A beautiful blond woman asleep above the covers on an ornate bed. Woman? Something more.. But you're unsure just how it constituted a nightmare, the scene was peaceful.
Just a woman sleeping.
How could that have induced such terror as you felt when you were still asleep?
Slowly now the feeling fades and you decide to go for a walk to clear the cobwebs from your head, maybe to the kitchens for a snack, to find that others too had awoken in the night.
The first people you pass are muttering to each other about a nightmare.
The very same nightmare you had.
One of them mentions a ghost they saw out their window in the gardens just after waking.

(Second Open RP for Eal's 'event' thingyumy as promised~
On the 29th-30th of October thats the two days before Halloween I will be hosting an event for Eal in the dA RP chatroom. . I dont have a SET time as medical issues might get in the way so Ive made it both days. About an hour before Ill post up a journal to let everyone know that Im awake, alive, and capable of doing this. I hope people will be able to come and I hope it turns out to be fun.)

Mourning Glory

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 08:44:58 PDT

[July 2007]

Roughly fifteen hours' work, but I love the way it turned out. For once, the hair seems to look rather like hair. I like her eyebrows - they're kind of Sleeping-Beauty-esque, don't you think?

~*~

When love no longer could suffice
I yearned to simply hide
Sequestered in my cradled vice
Of bitterness and pride

A stream of anguish running deep
Meandering through years
Of holding back the urge to weep
A lifetime's worth of tears

Despite what fools so often preach
Of better days to come
I fear that I may never reach
The prized elysium

~*~

Wacom tablet // Paint Shop Pro 7 // Photoshop 7

Sleeping Beauty

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:47:12 PST

"They found her in the undergrowth below the railway. She'd been lain down so gently, so carefully into the weeds. If her eyes hadn't been gouged out, you could have thought she was just sleeping..."

It was a mistake. Honest. I missed dinner for it. That's how much of a mistake it was. But that almost makes me love it more.

Our separate dreams

Wed, 25 May 2005 03:11:27 PDT

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Our separate worlds
Our separate dreams
from night to night
from eternal age to
distant nowhere
I travel trying to break
though your cold and
killing silence
I know I'm silent too
to those who crying loud
but I don't hear
I'm sleeping silent
We're separate from death
but are we also separate from life?
My love is kinda dying
My warm and precious light
I kept for you..
My silent killer
take the last two pieces
of my heart I do not need
them anymore .. or if I do
Who will tell me? I don't know
I can not be that sure
I was that time
when I first met you
Like autumn leaf
I'm dead but beautiful
Who sees? just let me
travel to you once again
just let me know
what was it that made
us separate?

.. ........ .

First I wanna thank all who commented and faved my last piece.. it's great to know you love my art

I have to say those words they are songs .. and the pictures go along with them instead of music

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Striped

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 01:59:22 PST

_{I was inspired by my extreme hate of cats (except of the cat of a friend of mine who isn't really cat-like). Why do I dislike them, you ask? Well, for one, I am allergic. BAH. My throat and eyes swell, it's quite beautiful. And secondly, they hate me. Except for the cat of my friend who is quite shy around people, but seemed to love me. More over, the cat keep tackling my feet as I was trying to sleep. SO CUTE~

But oh, I haven't drawn this OC in a while~ I've changed some clothes around, making her look different from how I designed her two years ago. It's also nice to look back at my old drawings of her then and now.

W.I.P: [link]
Old art of her (2010): [link]}

Remnants of a Nightmare

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 06:52:29 PST

Ever since I can remember as a child, I’ve been having nightmares…Some so vivid I’d wake and usually find myself struggling to open the door in the darkness or on the floor drenched I sweat...but most of the time I use to wake up in the middle of a scream to find mom holding down my hand, and a palm on my forehead, whispering long prayers for me…then I’d calm down

There was one occasion of which I remember vividly to this day, I was in class IX think. I woke up in the middle of the night….I can’t place the dream but I woke and found myself furiously tearing down the wall papers (those days we had no proper house and the walls, made of bamboo split were covered with wall papers –actually newspapers and the like to keep out the ‘holes’ and ‘wind.’ We were poor. Very poor). Mom was in the other room screaming out my name in terror what was going on.

Next morning I gathered all the shreds and thousand shreds of wallpapers and burned them. I did not know that in my sleep I’d actually ran around tearing off every single bit of wallpaper and wall-hangings pictures…

The intensity has ebbed to an extent over the years, but I still regularly wake up screaming and find mom praying over me..

They were replaced by panic attacks when I experienced my first bout of depression about December 2004. Panic attacks are sick…there are nightmares and the most painful, horrible thing about it is, you are AWAKE…

Today I think back and yes, the year 2006 was the only period I experienced no nightmare. I don’t know, this sounds corny and a bit whatever but yes, it was the time I met the girl I still love girl. It was the happiest period of my life. Never knew such depth of joy being with her. Loving her. Loved by her. The most special, divine and beautiful thing about it was that I was LOVED…apart from my family and mother
The very first time I felt accepted no matter what, my tribe, my poverty, my plainness…no matter what I was loved by her..

. She’s gone now. And I can’t begin even to think how to describe what I went through the last two years….

She was the only true friend I ever had all my life. I still love her a lot. Still forgive her…

But the nightmares have returned...
Just a night earlier to making this picture, I’d woken up twice in the night, screaming and mom said I was “quarreling” with “someone”…

Hope you’ll like “Remnants of a Nightmare.” It’s a reflection of the nightmares in paintbrush and grains

Sleeping Beauty

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 18:20:21 PDT

May she forever dream as her beauty lives on...

NIghtime Reverberations

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:21:31 PDT

Dancing under the moon
Under a star filled sky
I find myself at a loss
To express the wonders
Of a beautiful night
A scene that is slowly lost
To a sun filled sky that takes it place
And whisks the night away
But for a moment I met the sky
A place I'd like to stay
But dreams are sometimes in the night
When all around me sleep
I go out among that star filled sky
A sigh and dream & breathe

Mescamillo

Starry Starry Night
[link]

37. Eyes - Argus

Tue, 16 Mar 2010 06:50:17 PDT

For the 100 Theme Art Challenge, "Eyes".

Derived from the Greek myth of the death of Argus, the watchman with a hundred eyes, servant of Hera. After he was killed, Hera came to take his eyes and placed them into Peacock feathers (I love this myth, it's a beautiful metaphor for the characteristic iridescent-blue centre of Peacock feathers).

The story goes like this: Zeus had seduced Io (a nymph) when Hera (his wife) arrived on the scene. Zeus transformed the nymph, Io, into a cow to hide his infidelity, but Hera wasn't fooled. When Hera asked, Zeus was obliged to give her the cow. Hera appointed her servant Argus to guard the cow, and Hermes, at Zeus' command, killed Argus.

According to Ovid (Greek poet), Argus had "the hundred eyes / All watching and on duty round his head, / Save two which took in turn their sleep and rest". The following lines tell that Zeus sent Hermes to slay Argus and set Io free. Hermes sang Argus to sleep, used his magic wand to seal Argus's eyes shut, and decapitated Argus. Hera was furious about the death of her servant Argus, and she "retrieved those eyes to set in place / among the feathers of her bird and filled / his tail with starry jewels", creating the eyes of the peacock.

Stork

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 12:22:00 PDT

Finally something big from the Fantasy dimension!
I'll continue on creating creatures,stories, etc. for this planet,which name is Stork.
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Little background story:
Stork once was a beautiful, young planet, mainly covered in lush forests. It was a fine place to live. There were two human like species, each others rivals. One living in the deep forests, the other on the dry plains. Peace was kept for several thousand years, but in the end, they started a war!
A bad thing to do, 'cause when the planet formed,a huge monster grew in its core. It was sleeping for al these decades. But because of the war, the monster woke up. It's immense powers tore the world apart, leaving it shattered for ever. Most forests disappeared, plains burned and many creatures died in the rising fires or the strong earthquakes.
The two tribes got separated, but rumours go round that a new war might come.
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Art, story and concept © Me

My Fair Lady

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 18:07:49 PDT

"Such a perfect replica,
Every pore and hair,
Every pencil mark,
You're such a perfect imitation of,
And that it seems, seems you're almost here...

Every color, line and feature,
Never age and never tire,
In my sleep and in my dreams at night,
Calls to me a strange attraction,
With your beauty and your passion,
You are art and art will never change..."

My Fair Lady, David Byrne

(C) Nio DiPietrantonio

El Futuro y los pendientes

Mon, 23 May 2011 08:58:06 PDT

The Future and the earrings

The brightness of the first sun after the cold
The trace of fear, leaving behind
So many eyes that could not survive daredevil
You have to see the snow falling
In winter into spring
Explain that someone is excited
With your eyes when you really have not seen
There are many ships at sea
So many rare flowers growing in your hands
All spiders are weaving
Fill the boxes with secret past
let it free pandora
And is much more than expected
We are far from fear, pain and hatred
Pick up the fog and put it near your bed
Dreams of beautiful things and wake up again
In dreams, nightmares, sleep
The Future and the earrings will not let me close my eyes
We make use of all inventions
Deform the wood, stone
We use steam, and none of that matters
Again we return to want to run
If someone follows us, and we try to escape
For a moment and leave everything for tomorrow
That never came,
We let it slip away the next second
We try to see the good in what is lost
The dark brilliance will never be reckless of
Warnings and duties that are lost
There will always be a tombstone with your name withheld
So matters concerned
For the next second, if we have to be happy
Somehow the sun used to illuminate the dark
If we must die to be smiling
Find meaning in what you feel
Only the second you live , you live ... .. only this second

sb

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 11:07:51 PST

sleeping beauty

Fluid Emotions

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 05:54:05 PST

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Frost

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 22:34:52 PDT

A night to think of what you've lost
A day to be forgotten
A morning shining through the frost
A silver tear, begotten.

-Frost by Shawna Howson

A really simple piece that I did in about two hours. I decided to toy around with SAI's paint settings, and discovered the beauty of digital watercolors ^^ Gonna have lots of fun with this, me thinks.
Anyway, this was also partially inspired by "Between the Bars" by Elliot Smith. JSYK.

2-3 hours in Paint Tool SAI

angel

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:05:52 PDT

inside sleeping my heart weeping
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photoshop, don't know how long
i thought about remake, but time is pressing, so i left it as is.

this is more about feelings, about expressing them than beautiful drawing.
comments are very welcome.

My Gift to You - final w/poem

Sun, 04 Jul 2004 00:31:24 PDT

This is the digitally painted version of [link] and i really really like how it turned out. this is the image that i had in my head when i sat down to draw the other day, and i'm very happy with the final outcome. i hope that you all enjoy this as well.

**#2 pencil, colored in Photoshop

***one brush from nocturna.net

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MY GIFT TO YOU
By: Adam Maloney

My gift to you
My heart
Its every pulsing beat
My chest a window open
As I feel you reach inside
Fingers once though veins become
Stretch and twist and search
Ice and warmth like rivers flow
Silent words that speak

I stand before you
Naked
The costume torn asunder
I bare all that I am
My strengths, my flaws, and
All that I wish to be
I share myself with you
Complete and broken I stand
No will to move away

My life for you
So gladly
Give all I can and more
To love, to hold, to cherish
You for all my days to come
For the eternity of an instant
To behold your beauty that
Within and without does shine
Banishing my darkness

My gift for you
My all
Waits for you to claim it
And save it from the dark
Yet naked I stand invisible
Falling and shrinking with cold doubt
I weep, for you cant see me
Though I am near you every day
Please wake me from this sleep

Please give my gift a house to stay

--------------------------copywrite: 2004, Adam Maloney-----------------------