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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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I absolutely LOVE it! You really did her justice in every way. Her pose is so lovely and very graceful, despite her size, she's looking so soft and elegant. The outfit really helps too, and gives her a Greek goddess vibe to her. Her expression is so soft, and she's looking so blissful, with her closed eyes, and her arms positioned like that.
Oh, not to forget; those jewellery of hers are just superb.
To just perfect the piece, you've even added a background - and a fabulous one of the kind; The background really gives this piece so much more depth, and damn... It is just perfect! I am sorry for taking forever in replying, but I've been left speechless after seeing it.
Seriously, I am so loving this sooooooooo much, I can't even begin to contain it
Thank you SO much!
The small, somewhat nervous group made their way carefully through the piles, wading (and in the case of the shortest member, swimming) through the crumpled and yellowing sea of sketches to the hunched figure at the dirty desk, hastily scribbling by the light of a smoky candle that had apparently been made in haste from melted crayons.
The group stopped several meters away from the muttering, disheveled figure. There was a smell of old socks and poor hygiene. It was obvious they had not washed, or maybe even eaten in weeks. There was a moment of nervous indecision before as one, the entire group stepped back, leaving a plump, pink, light individual as the de facto leader. She coughed quietly.
No response, the muttering and sketching continued.
A louder cough this time. A barely discernable grunt was the reply.
"Ummm... Nyc? Nyc... we're you're friends, and we're worried about you. Don't you think you've drawn enough?"
The chair fell backwards. The figure moved so fast she seemed to confront the group without moving through the intervening space.
"NO! NEVER! I MUST draw her more! MORE!"
"Told you she was cra-"
There was a thud and a gentle tinkle as a small brown object exited the house at speed through a window. A beam of sunlight shone into the room for the first time in weeks. The prone figure screeched.
"AUGH! Sunlight! keep it away! Darkness is my muse!"
The group looked at each other awkwardly as the hunched figure tried to bury herself under a sheaf of paper, trying to keep their eyes off of the strangely alluring figure on the scrawled pages, their fingers itching to pick up a pen.
From outside a distant voice could be heard.
"That does it, I say we burn the place down!"
Hmm if words on letters whisper to be sent, do sketches want to seen? Completed?
I would never throw anyone out a window, it's unsporting.
Sketches are entire unfinished worlds, for a picture is worth a thousand words.