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And now I'm back again. I have learned to not promise any returns until there's something to show -- in other words, when my computer is back up, or I summon the courage to show some photography. But that's a hazy concept.

Happy Valentine's.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/4040026/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/4040026/ Sat, 11 Dec 2004 04:43:19 PST Finally. I've got some time on my hands, and I've been going around DeviantART again, trying to look at and comment on as much art as I could. I didn't realize how much I missed it.

I recently bought a camera, and I am enjoying it immensely -- still taking the time to fully discover it, but hopefully I'll be putting something up sometime soon. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/2800232/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/2800232/ Sun, 04 Jul 2004 07:10:12 PDT Finally.

This is, I think, my first piece without any brushes. Also, I think it's my first piece in a long time that is free of naked women.

I hope you all enjoy. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/2059009/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/2059009/ Sun, 21 Mar 2004 21:49:42 PST
"A hundred moon-deaths and many more," she replied. "It's been too long."

And indeed it has been. Real life gets in the way of too many things. There has been a lot going on in my life, but there wasn't enough soul and art to go around.

It's good to be back. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/636811/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/636811/ Sat, 19 Apr 2003 04:30:47 PDT do know," he said, "that you're the last of your pantheon."
She looked at him then, with eyes ageless as the waters she had risen from, countless years ago.
"Of course I know," she answered.

They sat in silence, for a little while. Then:

"What's it like," he asked, "to be a goddess?"
A smile flickered across her features, like the light glimmering across the edge of a knife. "We aren't much different from the rest of you," she told him. "It's just that we play the game much better."
"What game?"

"Why, the game of you, of course."
She lifted the cigarette to her perfect lips.
And smiled.

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I was going to use that for another descripton for another piece, until I came to the realization that I lacked the resources to achieve the look I wanted, and set it ack for a later day.

It must be interesting, being a goddess. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/494490/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/494490/ Fri, 14 Feb 2003 19:57:39 PST Be back in a while with many new trinkets, thoughts, and dusted reveries.

Happy Valentine's Day.

All my love,
Nina ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/407887/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/407887/ Wed, 25 Dec 2002 03:26:56 PST

Happy holidays, everyone! ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/363915/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/363915/ Wed, 27 Nov 2002 04:49:04 PST
Already I can feel his caress, silken and tender as winter's touch, frozen as the last dying beams of the moon. The last dance of the serpent: hypnotic, sinful and irresistible.
Already I can feel his breath, chill and bated, against my skin. The thinnest curls of pale smoke gracefully fall from his lips, the silent path of the rain.
Already I can hear his voice, the hymn of the fallen muse, as he whispers into my ear, intoxicating my senses.
And I wait. I wait for his caress, for his breath, for his voice, for him alone.

The last hour ends, and I can feel him behind me, frozen as the last, dying beams of the moon.
His kiss is poison, and I am powerless to resist.




What a strange thing to write. Before anybody even assumes anything, I wholly created that piece from some untapped region in my mind (perhaps the same place where Midnight Seductress came from), without anybody in mind.
And now, to clear some things up: I am not older than 35. A small number of people have, once again, been assuming I'm somewhat around that age. I am still working on my most recent prose piece, and it is almost finished. . . sometimes I think my journal doodles (like the one now, for instance) make more sense than my other pieces.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/313613/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/313613/ Tue, 22 Oct 2002 06:41:58 PDT Gateway to Atlantis was (I think it still is, lest my clock is being disagreeable again) on the DTFs -- a first among all my pieces -- and was bestowed with over 50 favorites. This is nothing short of a heartstopping shock (a pleasant one, nonetheless ), mostly because I wasn't expecting much of anything from it, and I can't thank all fo you enough.

Unfortunately, I have midterm tests to get through, and after thanking about half of the people who were kind enough to leave their thoughts on my work, I realized that I simply didn't have the time to complete my thanks to everyone.

So, to everyone I didn't get to respond to, 'thank you' doesn't seem anywhere near enough, but thank you anyway (even to people who didn't like it). I've read all of your opinions, and the most popular complaint seems to be the woman lying down -- I don't like her either; upon reflection, I don't understand why I didn't take her out of the image completely.



In other news, a new piece is one the way -- a little something to commemorate the past fifteen years. Some of you may understand what I'm saying. I'm not yet certain whether or not I'll be putting it up, but I'm making it anyway. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/312434/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/312434/ Mon, 21 Oct 2002 06:39:12 PDT
But for now, I surmise you will all just have to suffer with the ever-strange Gateway to Atlantis, which I am still not certain as to whether or not it is finished. It's still missing. . . something. My thanks already to anyone who can point it out graciously.
A small contingent of people have been requesting for my reflection, and I decided I might as well put it there, as I needed a haunted face anyway. Mine looks that, if properly colored in and blended into the rest of the image. So my newest piece is for that small contingent as well. [link]

I am still in a disturbingly good mood. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/295964/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/295964/ Mon, 07 Oct 2002 08:51:24 PDT
The sunken city, where the lights, distant and mysterious, glimmer faintly. They flicker and fade away before we can catch more than passing glimpses of them.

There were days when the siren's song could be heard above the surface; now, it can only be heard in the land of dreams, or in Atlantis, the city cursed underneath the water.
(Perhaps Atlantis is the land of dreams; none of us will ever be able to tell for certain.)

The city of Atlantis; watch your step when you enter it (be it in your dreams or otherwise), for you might not be able to get out.
Be careful where your gaze falls upon, for you might find yourself unable to look away.
Take caution of the paths you tread, for you will never know if the way back will be the same.

For the city of Atlantis is one of deep mystery and dark lies, of faint dreams and fading memories, of twilight reveries and midnight revenants.

This is your city. The city of your dreams. Perhaps the city in your dreams; there is little difference.
Watch your step. You will never know where it will lead you.



. . . the city of Atlantis is a recurring fancy of mine; it chose this particular moment for my strange thoughts to resurface. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/285293/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/285293/ Sat, 28 Sep 2002 06:11:35 PDT
By forced, I really mean that I am forced into this state; my Adobe photoshop (which is, as I'm sure most you are aware of, my main tool in completing my work) has been recently eaten up by a virus. Luckily enough, I discovered the virus on time and was able to get rid of it before the little fiend got to the rest of my files.
(So, no, I'm not leaving DeviantART. I don't think I have the heart to, for that matter. I'm still mourning the loss of certain artists here ).
Another reason is that my free time has been reduced dramatically, as I have a number of things coming up that require a lot of my attention.

So, that's it. I'm going on forced artistic hiatus. Visual art, I mean. My Microsoft Word was saved from any irreprable harm, thankfully enough. I will have a new written piece up in a while.

And an immense, grateful thank you to everyone who commented on Fallen; you are all appreciated beyond words.

Take care, everyone. I'll still be around.
(Oh, and can someone please catch my 3000? ) ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/278188/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/278188/ Sat, 21 Sep 2002 18:33:23 PDT finally up; I'm not particularly fond of it, but there are times when there's just nothing left to do except create a simple world, a loosely-woven tale, to go with the visual art.
You can find it here.

And now, as an interlude for some lightheartedness, I'm putting up a little tidbit I read on Neil Gaiman's online journal regarding his movie Death.

'In theory I’m meant to be directing it. Fingers crossed. Which is a long preamble to a phone conversation I enjoyed today:

“Can I speak to (Movie Person) please? This is Neil Gaiman.”

“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting, but I can have him call you when he gets out. What was your name again?”

“Neil. Neil Gaiman.”

“And what is it the call about?”

“Death.”

“I’m sorry? Could you repeat that?”

“Death. It’s about Death.”

“Death?”

“Yes.”

(Long pause. Then, a little bit worried) “Is he expecting your call?” '

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/266753/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/266753/ Wed, 11 Sep 2002 07:15:14 PDT Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

Perhaps. What would any of you think of this?
It is an ancient saying by the wisest of the forgotten people.

A previously mentioned piece is being less agreeable than I had originally thought; it might take some more days. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/259983/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/259983/ Thu, 05 Sep 2002 07:47:33 PDT finally gotten ICQ; anyone who feels up to dropping me a line is more than welcome to do so.



I can't wait for the weekend.
A new piece, this time not a part of The Season of Mists series though somewhat true to its style, is on its way. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/245997/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/245997/ Sun, 25 Aug 2002 05:29:42 PDT Or did they never actually exist?
I wonder if anybody truly knows.

This thought (which was inspired by - as always - Gaiman) inspired my newest piece.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/234913/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/234913/ Fri, 16 Aug 2002 22:31:15 PDT

Also, can someone please catch my 2000 for me? Thank you.

I'm tired.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/215510/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/215510/ Fri, 02 Aug 2002 07:51:17 PDT
That statement (which, of course, I read from the wondrous Gaiman) got me wondering how many people I'm keeping alive, and how many people I'll be keeping alive in the future, if I speak within that context.

And, of course, I have to wonder if anyone is ever truly dead.
]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/208606/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/208606/ Sat, 27 Jul 2002 18:22:48 PDT
(For the people that know -- don't tell -- how old did you think I was?)

I'm just curious, because it seems that people think that I'm considerably older than I really am.


]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207957/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207957/ Sat, 27 Jul 2002 03:21:53 PDT The first star flickers weakly in the dusk sky of summer's afterglow.

I watch, enthralled by nature's silent magic, as the colors slowly meld into a silken indigo, writhing and coiling as they dance into the darkness.

The first star is forever lost in a myriad of its kindred.
The night's hymn rises from the shadows, euphonious and hypnotic.

The dreams within me are stirring.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207859/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207859/ Sat, 27 Jul 2002 00:17:20 PDT billy for capturing my first millennium. You're wonderful (which means, everyone, that you should check him out ). ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207752/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207752/ Fri, 26 Jul 2002 22:06:56 PDT Midnight Seductress. I just never thought it would be received quite that well. I'm indubitably happy about it, but I'm still shocked. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207091/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/207091/ Fri, 26 Jul 2002 09:13:07 PDT I want to keep him!

In other news, the wonderful billy caught my 1000 (he has yet to put up the capture)! Thanks, billy!

A new piece is up. I need comments as well as criticism. I take to them rather nicely. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/205798/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/205798/ Thu, 25 Jul 2002 05:49:14 PDT


Good night everyone. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/205755/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/205755/ Thu, 25 Jul 2002 04:18:14 PDT
And as I look out my window, a smile blossoms upon my lips; my prayers were heard.

I adore the rain.
]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/204562/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/204562/ Wed, 24 Jul 2002 05:51:55 PDT
For instance: I found myself wondering, a few days ago, if there was a word for remembering how I felt at some vague point in time (yet not actually feeling it at the moment, so it's not deja vu). It was then I realized that I didn't know what I was going through when I felt those emotions, though I could recall it so vividly.

Perhaps someone should create a word for that. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/203732/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/203732/ Tue, 23 Jul 2002 15:14:33 PDT

Anyway, I'm off to start my day.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/202051/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/202051/ Mon, 22 Jul 2002 04:47:14 PDT

Yes, yes, very shallow, especially when compared to other people's pageviews, but hey. *shrugs* I'm happy about it anyway. *bounces happily*

Thanks to everyone who dropped (drops, maybe?) by. A new piece is well underway. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/197804/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/197804/ Thu, 18 Jul 2002 07:05:03 PDT I am no longer certain of what is real and what is not.

The shadows whisper to me, maddening temptation hollowly resonating in my mind.
I risk a fleeting glance over my shoulder, before my gaze mysteriously falls upon the unending night.

I close my eyes, hesitantly sliding my foot forward in a single step.
And I fall into the darkness.


. . . simply put, I'm most sleepy. Good night everyone. Pleasant dreams. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/196785/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/196785/ Wed, 17 Jul 2002 08:18:21 PDT

But now, as what some higher powers - *glares* - would call a fair trade, my printer is all out of ink, and I can't print my research paper.

*dies*

But I'm giddy over my comments.

Yes, I am excitable.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/194657/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/194657/ Mon, 15 Jul 2002 02:03:50 PDT appalled at all the changes.
(I still hate Mina. Yuck. She has all the makings of a TV evangelist, only more irritating.)

Some discipline I've got. I'm supposed to be finishing up my research now, but I'm just starting. Damn you, Adobe and DA and my friends for keeping me away from hard work!



Another new piece is up, this time I quite need the comments (that means you should comment, thanks ).

Argh, I really should be doing my paper now.

I'm off!
(Well, I'll still be here, but I'll be typing my paper. ) ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/192780/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/192780/ Sat, 13 Jul 2002 08:24:14 PDT Almost-midnight madness is seeping in.

So, let's start: God creates the universe in seven days (six, getting technical and all). On the sixth day, he created man - well, Adam, at least. Getting technical again, he goes and creates two females for him in rapid succession (the first, Lilith, who was too into the whole female lib movement for him. The second was created from inside to out, permanently disgusting our epitome of man, Adam; this is all mentioned in other theologies, if I'm correct. One of my older friends showed it to me in his book, but that's not the point). He then creates Eve, who was perfect, and beautiful, and all that.

Everything that follows most of you know. If not, Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat a forbidden apple and she, in turn, offers it to Adam. They cause trouble, and they leave Eden.

Now, here is my question: If God didn't want Adam or Eve to eat from that bloody Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, why did he have to place it right smack in the middle of the whole Garden of Eden? Why didn't he just place it on top of some mountain that neither Adam nor Eve could possibly climb without freezing vital body parts right off? Or did God actually want Adam (or Eve) to eat it? Or is God really so all-powerful that he knew what was going to happen and he created a whole, pseudo-complex plan for it? Does The Ineffable Plan even exist?

Again, I wonder if anyone's going to reply. I half-expect Greumach to, with his knowledge of theology (*steals knowledge and runs off*).

Wow, I ramble too much. I should stop.
I'll do that.

Almost-midnight madness is permanently embedded in me, now. Be warned. It's really too bad I'm not at all sleepy.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/192500/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/192500/ Fri, 12 Jul 2002 22:52:38 PDT
Some people say that Art is the outward expression of beauty. If so, what is beauty? For something or someone to be beautiful, does that mean that everyone has to think so? Or is beauty truly in the eye of the beholder? Does that mean if someone doesn't find a certain work of art beautiful, that it it is no longer art?

I wonder if anyone is going to answer my questions, or contest them, in the least.

More semi-philosophical hula boo boo if the mood strikes me. A new piece is up, as well. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/191568/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/191568/ Fri, 12 Jul 2002 04:23:57 PDT I'm determined to read at least part of Shadows of the Forest by Greumach [link] and finish Dragons of a Lost Star (for anyone who's read that, I hate Mina).

Am I the only one with the compulsion for Pizza Hut? I just ordered a whole box for myself right now.

]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/190455/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/190455/ Thu, 11 Jul 2002 05:37:53 PDT
]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/188136/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/188136/ Tue, 09 Jul 2002 06:32:32 PDT
Anyway, yes, I love rain - not just because it gets classes cancelled and it saves me from the evil that is Algebra and Biology and many other boring subjects, though I like that part, too - it's just that it's such a perfect time to just stay home, sit by the window (in by the window, though, I mean a coupleof feet away from it) and doodle. Or it's just the perfect weather to run out into the street and get wet.

I feel bad, though, for people whose places are flooded and ruined.

Ah, well. I still adore rain.
I want it to rain more.



. . . why won't people look at my stuff more? *is suddenly quite jealous* ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/184843/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/184843/ Sat, 06 Jul 2002 08:21:26 PDT
Wow, my general page looks so.....busy now, with all my featured art and id and crap. I'm not used to this.

I think I'll go rest my eyes by watching some TV. ]]> ~lmorningstar http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/184565/ http://lmorningstar.deviantart.com/journal/184565/ Fri, 05 Jul 2002 23:18:44 PDT
*dies of extreme, insane jealousy*

But I love you all anyway. ]]> ~lmorningstar