2011… What a Year!

It's been a while since I updated my journal, and this will be my last for 2011. Good gravy this year's gone quickly!

When I uploaded my first work to dA, just over a year ago now, I would never have thought that I'd still be here, and as busy as ever! I get pretty bored, pretty quickly, but I am pleased to say that I have met an extraordinary number of wonderful people (and some not-so-nice ones, as well…) and discovered so many incredible artworks, that boredom isn't yet looming on the horizon!  


And… how awesome sauce is this?!!! My "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" piece received a DD!!!





The very lovely, and incredibly talented suggested it. Thank you, dear Nel! I know many of you are already familiar with her beautiful art, but just in case you aren't, here are some examples of her work:


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UPDATE: You simply must breeze by 's page and read his latest work (or read them all!) He has written a poem inspired by the classic "The Lady of Shalott"  by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. An ambitious task to say the least, but he has succeeded beautifully! And if you think that the accompanying visual he's used looks familiar, it's my own artwork portraying the Lady


The Lady of Astolat
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;
The mirro






And… thank you for the recent features, my friends! Here's one for you!



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One more thing!!! My friend is mad keen on getting his llama upgraded to a fancy llama by the end of the year! All donations of llamas to this very worthy cause will be gratefully accepted!





I hope that you all have a wonderful Christmas and all the best for the coming New Year!