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krisalynn
24/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 46 weeks ago
Celeste Krisalynn
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Wow. I can't believe it has been so long since I've been on here. Looks like almost a year. A lot has happened since then. Well not very much in the area of art for me though. I've seriously slacked off. I think the only thing I have written that wasn't for a class since then is a RPG character's backstory which I probably won't use and that the person I mainly wrote it to please still hasn't read. I haven't really done any shooting either, altough I've done some modeling. Anyway, I'm back now though I don't know how active I'll be. We'll just have to wait and see.
Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Hey there.. long time no see to you too.. Im doing good.. its all work and no play for me.. but I think Im getting use to it.
Anyhow wanted to thank you for your comment.. Tell you Hi and hope all is going well with you.. Hugs and all for you.. Luck with classes
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It isnt really about what I think.. Its about how I make you feel..
thanks a lot for your comments, one of the reasons to use myself in my art is because if I want to do prints or something I have the copyright of the image... and the other and the most important is that the art is my most personal form of expression, and I like to use myself to express what I feel... I also like to use another models, but well I haven't any friend close to me that would like to appear in my art...
yeah I also have lots on black and white and in my gallery are some too...
Thanks for the comment, glad you liked the mousey! I see an Andrews ip address in it, so you may find this funny: classes were canceled here (Southern) last night because of an inch or so of snow. Bloody hilarious, no?
Thanks for taking the time to respond to my comment to your most recent poem, ecstacy. I can see from your comment that reading the poem I wasn't on the wavelength you meant me to be. But thats part of the challenge I suppose, every reader brings unique baggage and perspective.
While I did see that you were trying to express more than just lust- it's apparent in the kind of language that you used- I think the poem might be more successful if you tried something more unorthodox. Rather than use the cliches of "romantic language" why not try to show the love in your poem with new images and symbols. Anyway, I hope I didnt offend with my comment. I just think people on DA take love poetry a little to seriously, and our sense of comfort with whatever we write should be challenged from time to time.
keep on writing!
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when smoke comes out of your computer because of art, that freakin' rules. -feldon
Thank you for taking time to drop me two lines on my latest poem. Your comment is much appreciated.
I'm glad you liked it, and the icon too...
Well, take care sweetie...
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To the darkests of my soul
in a God's forsaken hole...
I fall and forget myself...
I am dying as I crawl.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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Anyhow wanted to thank you for your comment.. Tell you Hi and hope all is going well with you.. Hugs and all for you.. Luck with classes
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It isnt really about what I think.. Its about how I make you feel..
yeah I also have lots on black and white and in my gallery are some too...
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Threnody In Velvet
Iberian Black Arts
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Shelter
While I did see that you were trying to express more than just lust- it's apparent in the kind of language that you used- I think the poem might be more successful if you tried something more unorthodox. Rather than use the cliches of "romantic language" why not try to show the love in your poem with new images and symbols. Anyway, I hope I didnt offend with my comment. I just think people on DA take love poetry a little to seriously, and our sense of comfort with whatever we write should be challenged from time to time.
keep on writing!
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when smoke comes out of your computer because of art, that freakin' rules. -feldon
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.stopped making sense a long time ago
Im sorry again
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I'm glad you liked it, and the icon too...
Well, take care sweetie...
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To the darkests of my soul
in a God's forsaken hole...
I fall and forget myself...
I am dying as I crawl.
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