Irina Goodwin

RIGHT! Yet ANOTHER Gallery from the illustrious moi (aren't I just so modest). Soz that I have relatively few pics and only on one theme but THERE WILL BE MORE! I believe I promised some silmarillion-based art... well, you're gonna have to wait for that. Remember that the silmarillion is complicated and pics will probably have to include loads of detail. This may take a while but I think you will be pleased. Meanwhile I plan to finish my series of notebook illustrated Baldur's Gate - Shadows of Amn characters. Wouldn't you like THAT? If not TOUGH cuz it's my gallery and I'll put what I like in it (unless emfwood moderators tell me otherwise - us elfwood peeps are realy just their slaves. They keep us locked up in tiny cells with only a cup of coffee at 11. At least they keep us stocked up with arty materials. It's the LEAST they could do.) Oh well... Namarie until you comment at least. And you WILL comment won't you? Be assured that I shall reply to EVERY coment. It is my long standing policy to do so.Oh, or course... my fav arty peeps include: Cat Bowen = very surreal and she has a fantasy gallery too. Angelina Bates = photoshop wizard and my gracious teacher with many groovy pics Patrick B Boyle = very cool thingemies. Amber Ross = master of the stunning detail and some nifty characters.

Oh Listen, My Willow

This is actually a song. I wrote it to put into a story I'm writing with a friend of mine. It's called 'Black Calishaimar'. The main character Olillian (to whom I have a couple of pictures dedicated in Lothlorien) sings it. She has a very lovely singing voice.


Dreams are the roamings of our subconscious. It is the cradle of creativity and allows our fantasies to unfol, grow and prosper. This poem is in tribute to a period I went through when I had NO dreams. I was seriously disturbed and couldn't write or draw anything for a long time. When I came out of that, however, I came back better than ever. It's that lovely feeling you get when you are suddenly inspired after a long time of writer's (or artist's) block.


A poem that's really deep, one of the best I've written. It's meant to be a human who has fallen in love with an elf but the elf died (either in a battle or from a broken heart that they could not be together). The human knows that they shall never be reunited for the fate of mortal men is unknown whilst the sould of the elves dwell in the halls of Mandos. The human mourns for the loss of the elf and yet tries to let go, for she knows that her life is short and she must live on... and yet she waits still.