|17 May 2003|| Jennifer Alice Peters|
I also got here via your woodworks article, impressive writing and great research went to producing an excellent piece of writing, you have real talent. You created an article that really made me think about womens roles in art and advertising in a way I really hadn't before. Your article has inspired me and many others and for that I can only come buy and thank you. You have beautiful visual art as well, I love your equines. Keep up the good work.
|27 May 2003|| Darkwings|
I read your article too. I still don't think as highly of it as the above, but you made interesting arguments. I see you practice what you preach, anyway.
|28 May 2003|| Guardian angel|
Interesting idea in your editorial. Did you see the magazine cover page?
|8 Aug 2003|| Lisa Coleman|
It's great to see someone that actually experiments with different techniques (and is wonderfully successful at it too!) I wish there were more like you out there.
|21 May 2004|| Meghanna Starsong|
Wow, I really like your gallery. Your style is incredibly original and richly textured. It's very pleasing to the eye with its intricate details. I am impressed at how well you use mixed media and are applying your growth as an artist to your pieces. Your gallery as a whole is quite decorative, eyecatching, and fun to be in. You have a keen eye for twists in fairy tales. And I like your uses of colors.
|15 Nov 2004|| Anonymous|
Most of your subjects are female. Thought about doing some male subjects or perhaps some fierce creatures (dragons...etc)?
|2 Jan 2005|| Teri *Cyril* Zehfus|
Your awesome! I really like your style, and how different all the pieces of art are. I also really like all your experiments, keep up the good work!
|16 Jan 2007|| Kole|
Such a weirdo. A young, inferior little lass who thinks she's just so high and mighty!! WELL!! Just look at this piece of work!
The rain was awful, pouring down hard, half-flooding the streets. But I didn't care. I'd get that book--
Well, let me back up a sec and explain.
Name's Riley. I'm a girl mind you. Anyways, we'd just moved to our new church where my dad received a job as the pastor. By the end of our first year and in the start of our second, it was one fateful Sunday when I heard the news.
I can remember it even now, though it was just a single morning ago...
A normal Sunday, with the usual chatter and hustle 'n bustle. I paused momentarily to take in the rush of people, most who were good Christians.
I walked over to the water fountain. Been feeling a mite thirsty, and church was about to start, so there was no better time to drink. At the moment no one was in the way, so I wandered on over, slammed my hand into the button and started slurping up nice cold water.
But then two of our deacons, maybe Mr. Rich and Mr. Jim--I couldn't tell--started talking. They either didn't know I was drinking or they ignored me, assuming I was deaf to their conversation.
Well, I wasn't. So I kept drinking and waited patiently.
"We found the last book in the shed," Mr. Rich, as I assumed, said quietly.
Mr. Jim kind of sighed. Not a bored sigh, not a tired sigh...just...thoughtful. Hopeless. I don't know. He said, "Have you read the book yet?"
"No. The pastor was thinking we should leave it there and wait for the kids to find it. But I think we should read it first, before them. It's in the shed now, on the shelf. Hidden, of course."
A hmmm sounded from Mr. Jim. I paused for breath; then kept right on gulping.
Mr. Jim started speaking again. "The kids will find the book. Pastor Ben did the right thing; we would have never been able to explain."
"The evil is gaining more power, Jim. There's not much time left."
"The evil will soon be stopped. You know Melissa?"
"Yes, Ben's daughter."
"She'll find it. Even if somebody else comes, she'll take it. And she'll share it with Josh, Crystal, Sophie, Kathryn...all of them. We all know Josh and Crystal are up to the challenge, and Sophie and Kathryn are pretty...er...loyal to Melissa. And the others, well, they'll know. I just wish no one had to die."
I almost choked on my water. Die?! Someone was going to die?!!
Well, whatever. They stopped talking once Mr. Rich murmured his agreement. I stopped drinking and prepared to go off to the sanctuary.
|19 Nov 2008|| Anon.|
the man who smiles when things go wron has found someone to blame it on