Skydancer's Threads

true immortality, lies in the memory of dragons

Perfection is a jewel that reflects, from time to time, a soul, a form, a shimmer of illusion, but in that dream, is lost the heart of the viewer, forever.

squeeze a fairy gently and you get honey, shake them a bit and you get sugar, lick them and they taste of chocolate and strawberries,

out upon the MOOR, the naked spirit dances, seeking only the mist, the night, the cloak of gentle surrender, the spirit dances, a shaft of moonlight, a flicker of shadow, slipping across the turve, memory of someone, quiet echo of long gone...

You asked about how long I have been doing things.. I had another artist asking me about how I did things and how I got my visions onto paper, etc. My answer to her might help you understand me a little.

Oh my... well, I started as a fine arts artist, doing more or less classical work with a leaning toward Art Nouveau and Art Deco, and a great love for the classical human figure. I could not afford to got to school so most of my development is self taught. I studied anything I could find that would give me an insight into the figure, the way the body moves, dancers, performers, you name it.

A friend that was tired of me complaining about never being able to get just the right pose, gave me a small, but decent camera and told me to go get my own.. chuckle..

so I started doing photography as a reference for drawings, sketchs, and so on, eventually getting good enough at it, that other artists started asking to use my work or if I would photograph them or their subjects for references. then..... I discovered computers. I had become disabled, and as part of my rehabilitation they sent me to a community college that had a really quite decent graphic arts program, so I picked up a bit there, and began learning enough to be able to use the computer as a tool, but still applying my classical arts vision and background to the work. I have a gift of being able to visualize a work, it never comes out quite like I "see" but that is because it is also an evolution and a process of growth and interaction. Most of the people I work with are not models, but are artists, art students, musicians, dancers, theatrical people, or just ordinary people that are in a life path, or culture that does not have a nudity taboo.

The assembly of the images, is frankly, understanding my tools, Photoshop, Corel Draw, Painter, and verious utility programs, my camera and how to work with film, and lots and lots and lots of time.. smile...


I think the getting of the ideas into a vision and then expressed in a medium is more a matter of discipline and learning your tools. If the talent is there, the techniques can be learned, but you also have to develop good working ethics so that you set aside time and practice, practice, practice, no matter how much paper you go through or how many hours you use up in learning.. none of that is ever wasted, though I really understand how it can feel like that. I had a good friend that wanted to learn to draw the body, but had no training at all. I sat her down in front of a mirror and started her drawing herself. A few years ago she gave me a full length, incredibly beautiful nude painting of herself, both in friend ship and as a gift of spirit.. I quite frankly was in tears. the gift of art, is like love, it is very very precious...

I use the tools that come to hand, to tell many stories, of many realms..

Art is a child of your soul that must be born into the world to live or die as must any child. Only by being freed to fly, can it touch those minds and souls it must.

"there is something I should be doing.. I wonder what it could be?" an often heard muttering...

"I feel my value is lower every day, only slipping into uselessness"

It feels, but is not so. Your perception is tainted. Your value is inherent, not determinable by outside judgement. You are what you are. That in itself is of more value than you can imagine. We are tools and keys to the service of the Gaian mind. And while our lives may not be considered practical and fitting into the illusion of the Mandream, it is not for any man to say your worth.

Play in the sprinkles, drink in the dew, naked leaves of thirst stretch forth to capture the flowing life, kissed by sun, gathered into the clouds, released by the touch of the great sky dragons, the orgasmic embrace of the thunderbeings envelops the land.

I would pursue the world in all my art, but beyond this life another, a time to be found and expressed for the many, though only one soul come alight from my fires, that one light will shine in my night.

I build and I build, and the masses just wander by, but should one single soul stop and look up in wonder, then I have built well.

Smithers from ElfTown: Hi! Just wanted to thank you for the very happy-making sweet comment you left at my Elfwood library. I've been unable to write for so long - serious case of writer's block - but now I think I might just be able to write something new. Thanks for encouraging me to keep at it. :)
I've been to your gallery so many times, but I've never left a comment (bad girl). I do like your work though, it's very special, unique, even. And I looooove photo manipulations. It's fun to look at, and fun to do!

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thank you... I am very pleased to be of some synergetic assistance... and I appreciate your interest and delight in my work... I would welcome the chance to work with your own form should it please you. Comments, truly are not the fuel of my passions.. though I do appreciate them. It is the real admiration and energy the folk such as your self put out into the weave, that keeps me going, not accolades or honors, but the passion I draw from the living universe, and the wonders and joy of expressing the unseen realms, through the dance of the mother, daughter, spirit of the wood, spirit of the world, Kali, Isis, Astarte, many expressions of the goddesses, in fleshed, the many faces of woman, and the males that support, protect and honor them.
Blessing to you and all your journeys,

conversations that touch my heart... chuckle if not my ego...

Whoa, man! Is there anything you can't do?! You're multitalented! All those ladies that you have met don't know what they're missing!

"yes.... make a living... chuckle.... bows and says, my thanks fair lass, though young to my eldar, you are fresh and a breath of joy to this old heart, and a glimmer of the memory of my youth...."

Only a romantic, can feel both the intense highs, and the intense lows.. sorry, comes with the territory. The same heart that gives you your music, has that within it. It is the same passion that allows me to create as I do. But, it is also the pain of great and tragic loss and expression that we also hold. It is both gift and curse, but it has a lot to do with what we are, and without it, our talents are empty...

No reason to feel bad, just delight in the wonder and suffer in the agony.. chuckle.. it is what we are....
**Strokes the little wild fairy and puts her on a honeycomb to sweeten her mood**

Happy... hmmm well, manic probably more like... all the energy from the shoot tues, and just sheer nervous energy, I am very volatile, changeable, mutable, slippery sliding down the drainpipe of infinity.. chuckle.. just the way my mind tworks..... chuckle..

When you dance with the Fairy realm, you can get severely burned, they are pure souls, with none of the filters or inhibitions of mans deluded spirit, and can flash from very friendly and sources of orgasmic joy, to blazing thorn hedges ripping your flesh in the blink of an eye...