crookedinfinity

i haven't posted anything lately but no worries my camera and button-presser-finger have been busy ^^  i also had the pleasure of being shone some very useful tips for properly taking photographs and using Photoshop by a pro. don't expect any monumental improvement yet but at least now i can have a better understanding of how and what I'm doing. thanx JB
     in other news.... yeah.... well actually nothing much has happened lately except busy-making, boring stuff ^^
peace off <3 ^^
  -Crin

i havn't done too many facepaints lately but ive been super busy so if you have any suggestions or requests please leave them in my notes and ill try to get to them. ^-^

Also, I'm hopefully going to do a lot more watercolor paintings and soon ill have an instructor so ill be able to get better so id love suggestions for that too.
seriously love ideas cuz i feel so unoriginal     haha


btw ^-^ if anyone knows where i can find the deviant id widget, i lost it or deleted it....
thanx
    -crin

I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, bitterly trying to grind away the irritation of spring.  Blinking fiercely.  Attempting to conceal the emotionless tears.  It wasn't like me to react with such temper.  My philosophy of soothing by distraction usually seized me by now.  in moments of strain, pressed against the cold metal bars of this hour, this day.  And i would stare beyond the iron into the abyss and try to picture a dreamscape of my own design,  at every hand picked detail stolen from my memory and the fairytales of my heart, like precious jewels.  The colors so vibrant, they dimmed the true world to the shade of shameful ashes.  the life so beautiful, so special, I reached out as if it was tangible.
  And my arm brushed the cold iron bar.  The chill shivered up my shoulder and crawled down my spine like an impending spider.  And the vision of happiness dissipated like smoke in the breath of a winters chill.  Floating away for me never to recapture.  And I held onto the bars, knuckles white with frustration and desperation.  I wondered who might find my dream and not be restrained by the same circumstances as I.  Perhaps they'd already found the key to their prison as i never believed I would.  I wanted to find my own.  A simple thing that could grant me freedom from the struggle I felt.  Maybe it couldn't be done.  But then, who were the souls I often glimpsed, walking alone on the other side of the bars of my life?  Were they free?  An illusion haunting me, finding pleasure in my torment?  And I thought to myself that if I watched one, one that remained close, maybe I could discover where they'd found the key that fit into the lock on the bars of their lives.  
I waited patiently to be shone the key to happiness.
And I often wonder if it's hidden in the stars in their eyes, or the giggle in their smile.  The joy that emanates off them when humility is expressed in lowly acts of kindness and patience.  I know they cannot give me the key nor can it be forged.  But somewhere, within myself it exists.  It exists in everyone.  I know that once i find it it can be misplace or forgotten, but i will always have the power to find it again.
   The bars made of cold hate, fear, and sin are what imprison me.  Not life.  Because, really, life is freedom
and happiness is the key.

im very open to oppinions, suggestions, CONSTRUCTIVE critisism, conversations, questions, and whatever ^-^
don't be afraid to talk to me ^-^ haha

also, i would love ideas and suggestions of what to paint on people and even just paint ^-^ or sculp



My name is Tyler Shae and im 15
i have only had one real art class in my life and have always had a passion for art and literature
that's why i love DA because i can share my art and view others works and progress ^-^

im also terrible on the computer ^-^   at the moment i seem to have misplaced the widget were i tell you about myself ^-^
oh well hopefully some one knows where it went ill find it eventually
(Haha) im afraid i might click something and mess something up ^-^

anyvays... ttfn
(ta ta for now!) ^-^

the time for sneezing and wheezing is back
For bloody noses and asthma attacks

Tissue filled trash bags piled sky high
Your bose keeps on running even though it feels dry

Your eyes are so puffy and tear at the touch
So much discomfort it seems like too much

For the thousandth time you've blown your nose
You hope that that annual rash never shows

Your constantly tired because you can't sleep
Especially sinse you're allergic to sheep

you wonder why one eye itches more than the other
and who gets the brunt of complaints?--your mother

somehow you managed to get all the genes
with allergies, acne, and all those fun things

But here is one thing you can always assume
When the animals are shedding and the flowers all bloom

Allergy season is a season. That's all
It might come in the spring and leave in the fall

Nobody likes it. that, we all know
But soon, i promise, soon it will go