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Studio ArtLost in the studio after dark I create a form,
Each new material a prospective new friend,
Providing a key to open the gates locked tight,
And allow expressions forced in a box to be free.
Short PoemThe ones we love
hurt us the most,
For they are the ones
who raise us the highest,
And cause us to fall
Dog Pack Story Part 1An elderly buck wanders aimlessly through the woods in search of food. His white tail flashes as he flicks it back and forth behind him in irritation. His worn and broken teeth make it hard for him to find edible food among the trees of the winter locked forest, and the toll is evident in his clearly defined ribs. A muffled twump of falling snow makes him fling his head up and ears flip back and forth to identify the sound behind him. He stands still for a few moments before turning to bound down a well-worn trail between two large spruce trees. Just as the deer is about to pass between them a large, gray, wirehaired body launches itself from the space beneath one of the large spruces and tackles the deer, long teeth and strong jaws clamping down on the base of the old buck’s head and easily snapping its spine. The deer falls limp in the dog’s jaws as its role in the world as a living creature comes to an end.
The large dog, a young Irish
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More