thank you so much for the thoughtful feedback...i really appreciate them...i'll try to see what i can do about the flower shot and its smidge-of-space-and-cadafaire-flower-in-background-problem
i know i'm waaay late but you know what they say about being better late than never but yea, just wanted to drop by to say thanks for dropping by and the comment
I'm actually happy persons like you post their real opinion. It's something you have to learn in the world of art: criticism. It's very important and if you can get true it, then you're very strong [inside].
A teacher in my academie [I'm going to an artschool next year] thinks that I have the talent, but that I'm not able to listen and learn from those opinions. which isn't.
not really important to tell..
anyway, thank you again
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Be my fish and swim with me to the end of the world.
well, i suppose a thank you is in order as well from me to you. plenty of people reading that would have taken it the wrong way.
overall though, honesty is generally the most useful thing that any artist can employ/enjoy when posting a critique. It's my opinion that constructive criticism is the main thing dA is here for and as long as everyone participates in that spirit the community will continue to thrive.
anyway, less of me preaching good luck with your art and I'll try and stop by from time to time to see how everything is going.
"you're gonna carry that weight."
--
Fish are so crazy.
Why bother breathing water,
when there's all this air?
Thank you very much for the detailed comment. It really helped, for some strange reasons.
I think we are all searching for our own style at my age.
However. You're the first one who is really honest and tells what you think of my art. I'm thankfull for that.
I hope to get better every day and I learn every day a bit more. I'm also trying to get more realisme [or how do you say that?] in my work.
I actually just wanted to say: thank you for the comment
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Be my fish and swim with me to the end of the world.
And still doing your degree, you lucky fuck! I got a first in my English & Creative Writing, and how am I rewarded? Four months mind-numbing temping, and now a fairly standard job at the One Account! I've been offered a place on the poetry MA, but I need funding. Need it bad, man.
Would you believe, the first thing I recognised when I came to your page was the life-drawing exercise!
Oo, I have a book out. Check out the promo site: [link]
-- Fuselit - pocket poetry and art, made with love and diligence!
Roundtable Review - reviews, articles and new writing in poetry, fiction, film, art and stage.
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole
which he carried across his neck.
One pot had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot
arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one
and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for
which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable
that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the
water bearer one day by the stream...
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak
out all the way back to your house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on
your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path.. Every day while we walk back, you've
watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would
not be this beauty to grace the house."
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Blessings to all my "crackpot" friends and family.
--
"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." -Oscar Wilde
cheers. I like some of his stuff but not all of it. It seems that he is coming from a very direction in his architecture than I am, even if his images look similar. Some top notch renders though...
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Fish are so crazy.
Why bother breathing water,
when there's all this air?
Devious Comments
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I take your comment-virginity's-virginity-taking comment's virginity!
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What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream.
Mozart
'Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.' Dylan Thomas
scéal lámh
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R. Eames / S. Mayer
Smertiest Smerter.
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R. Eames / S. Mayer
Smertiest Smerter.
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hakuna matata? | daily lubbing
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hakuna matata? | daily lubbing
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hakuna matata? | daily lubbing
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hakuna matata? | daily lubbing
A teacher in my academie [I'm going to an artschool next year] thinks that I have the talent, but that I'm not able to listen and learn from those opinions. which isn't.
not really important to tell..
anyway, thank you again
--
Be my fish and swim with me to the end of the world.
overall though, honesty is generally the most useful thing that any artist can employ/enjoy when posting a critique. It's my opinion that constructive criticism is the main thing dA is here for and as long as everyone participates in that spirit the community will continue to thrive.
anyway, less of me preaching
"you're gonna carry that weight."
--
Fish are so crazy.
Why bother breathing water,
when there's all this air?
I think we are all searching for our own style at my age.
However. You're the first one who is really honest and tells what you think of my art. I'm thankfull for that.
I hope to get better every day and I learn every day a bit more. I'm also trying to get more realisme [or how do you say that?] in my work.
I actually just wanted to say: thank you for the comment
--
Be my fish and swim with me to the end of the world.
--
hakuna matata?
kids oblivious to everything else while they're having fun, always make for good captures
--
hakuna matata?
And still doing your degree, you lucky fuck! I got a first in my English & Creative Writing, and how am I rewarded? Four months mind-numbing temping, and now a fairly standard job at the One Account! I've been offered a place on the poetry MA, but I need funding. Need it bad, man.
Would you believe, the first thing I recognised when I came to your page was the life-drawing exercise!
Oo, I have a book out. Check out the promo site: [link]
--
Fuselit - pocket poetry and art, made with love and diligence!
Roundtable Review - reviews, articles and new writing in poetry, fiction, film, art and stage.
when it comes to WPs, i prefer simplicity cos too much font + too many desktop icons drives me nuts
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~82deg
Isn't it about time you seek him for the truth? I have.
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~82deg
Isn't it about time you seek him for the truth? I have.
which he carried across his neck.
One pot had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot
arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one
and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for
which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable
that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the
water bearer one day by the stream...
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak
out all the way back to your house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on
your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path.. Every day while we walk back, you've
watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would
not be this beauty to grace the house."
-------------
Blessings to all my "crackpot" friends and family.
--
"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." -Oscar Wilde
Remember me...?
here is ~loveless-bh!!!
I'm with a new account! Please, visit me and watch me again!!
thanks a lot!
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"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." -Oscar Wilde
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Fish are so crazy.
Why bother breathing water,
when there's all this air?
[link]
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"It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." -Oscar Wilde
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