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Kloxboy (Sep 10, 2007)
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
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davincipoppalag (Sep 10, 2007)
Still looks like a solid structure even with a few cracks.
gizemko3 (Sep 10, 2007)
can't remember the song's title. i thought it's a ring when i saw it. i agree with davincipoppalaq, it looks pretty solid. like many things that has gone through hardships that leave scars
Kloxboy (Sep 10, 2007)
gizemko3: The song title is Precious. ;) Thanks.
DeadlyBlondeArcher (Sep 10, 2007)
Precious.... little. Sometimes that's enough.
drawn in 21 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Skyy_Loko (Sep 7, 2007)
Ummm. Definitely not done, and time is wayyy off. : ) Took like twenty minutes. xDD Kk. Finish later. Baii.
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DeadlyBlondeArcher (Sep 7, 2007)
The truth is... what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas... it remains on your conscience for the rest of your life, and more than likely will ruin all of your meaningful relationships (not to mention bankrupting you) but HEY! have fun!!!! :D
davincipoppalag (Sep 7, 2007)
And it's frikkin hot there!
Skyy_Loko (Sep 22, 2007)
Haha. I guess so. : )
Unfinished
drawn in 1 hour 37 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Public Boards/Advanced 
PS (Aug 27, 2007)
and all this way before murder was cool.
But you're memory is here, and I'd like it to stay.
Warm light on a winters day.
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enjoydotcom (Sep 7, 2007)
Oeh, I love how you finished it. That buffalo is looking sweet and huggable.
UnWanted (Sep 7, 2007)
this picture reminds me of a song.. i think.. it goes a little like this
"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight"
MmmmMMmm afternoon delight. Anyways, great work, the sky in the background really is very warming
Miss_DJ (Mar 8, 2009)
wonderful!
shell (Apr 18, 2022)
lovin it
drawn in 6 hours 45 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Public Boards/Intermediate 
Axil62 (Sep 5, 2007)
"Hey hon, look what I drew. Yeah...nice huh? Oh and look, it has day date function. Say, look at the date on it....why, that's my birthday...and uh...." (hint hint)
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DeadlyBlondeArcher (Sep 6, 2007)
lmao @ staci

From what I know of him I personally think he's more suited to a Rolex, but who am I to say since my favorite watch is a Timex Indiglo thing w/ a leather band that I wear hunting. This is a cool picture, anyway.
xwindflyer (edited Sep 7, 2007)
Is that the only thing you wear while hunting, DBA? (just Kidding)
DeadlyBlondeArcher (edited Sep 7, 2007)
of course not.... I also have to wear my hunting boots and my quiver on my back. DUH. Silly old man. :)
(during gun season a pistol holster and a rifle sling might be added, but... still... DUH!!!!) :D OH YEAH, and some OFF. Don't forget the Off, please. :)

edit: I still say go with a Rolex for this guy
xwindflyer (edited Sep 8, 2007)
OFF is very important! Why just the other day, this giant mosquito,............what were we talking about? (must be getting old)
drawn in 1 hour 5 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Specialty Boards/Contest! 
R.ockabella (Sep 5, 2007)
This is for the contest, let me describe..

The ultimate paradise, is my ultimate dream, a world where cancer can be beaten. My father had cancer and it's so frustrating there's nothing you can do. A lot of people die because of this disease, it's a nightmare and the only paradise for me is a world where hospitals can beat cancer!

(The yellow ambulance is a dutch one, becaus i'm dutch! =D)
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DeadlyBlondeArcher (edited Sep 10, 2007)
lol @ Axil

I'm sorry about your father, Sanne. You actually live in that world.....bazillions of people fight cancer and beat it every day. (several of my immediate family members have done so) It's not always a death sentence, sometimes it's all about attitude. You gotta want to live badly enough to... well, to LIVE, though. There are, however, inoperable, untreatable cases, and if your father's happened to be one of those, you have my deepest sympathy and my prayers.

I'm with Dan in that I'd rather die from pretty much anything than having to be saved by an ambulance that looks like a 1969-1973 reject refrigerator with wheels that came from a junkyard and was spray painted by homeless people who got hold of some really bad weed.

Remember to keep your chin up and keep your sense of humor. Nobody gets out of here alive, either way. :)

edit: I didn't intend for any of that to sound mean, I was actually trying to "impart some hope". I don't know your exact situation, and I do know personally how painful it is. Life would not be nearly so precious or joyful if it didn't come with the pain and the cost of living it. I think sometimes cancer brings itself upon us as a gift so that we have time to say "goodbye"... that's necessary for some people. Don't be afraid. (Your ambulance is cute... that along with Dan's "brashness" made me laugh and I needed that. :)
R.ockabella (Sep 14, 2007)
They send ambulances to cancer victims because of complications, everyone knows.
Shanghai (Sep 15, 2007)
I actually like the idea of this one. It's a serious subject, but it's drawn in a comical way. There's something almost ethereal about the idea of a physical thing like a vehicle smashing not into cancer but into the concept of cancer.
Axil62 (Sep 16, 2007)
No, it's pretty stupid.
drawn in 38 min with Oekaki Shi-Painter
Public Boards/Intermediate 
Axil62 (Aug 31, 2007)
ran out of space
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mooki (Sep 4, 2007)
looks amazing
backmagicwoman (Sep 5, 2007)
I really like the meatal bowl but the fruit steals the show. Excellent.
brenndurdrykkur (Sep 15, 2007)
you have strange eyes
it's interesting to look through them
pawillie (Mar 3, 2011)
looks good enough to eat
drawn in 1 hour 26 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
enjoydotcom (Aug 31, 2007)
Ladybugs, no real reference used. Started out as a doodle.
I think I'm done.
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Axil62 (Oct 5, 2007)
FART! FART! FART! FART! FART! FART!
DeadlyBlondeArcher (Oct 5, 2007)
I love this picture you painted of ladybugs. How do we get more ladybugs, though, if they are all ladybugs and there aren't any boybugs?
enjoydotcom (Oct 5, 2007)
I have no idea! Funny thing is, in Dutch they are called, lieveheersbeestjes which translates literally into sweet-gentleman-bugs.
Roytje (Oct 6, 2007)
Or sweet-rule-bugs... :P
drawn in 1 hour 30 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Main Forums/The Post Board 
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On August 30, 1964
DeadlyBlondeArcher (Aug 30, 2007)
I was born. Today is my birthday. The only thing I'm proud about my birthday is that I share it with the 1964 1/2 mustang. I always wanted one. I never put it in my profile and never brought any attention to it... I didn't want any, (surprise, surprise... even with my self-centered narcissistic personality) Today, however, I feel like I need attention, so I'm asking for it. I have decided to turn 3 instead of 43. When I tell people how old I am I put up the awkward four fingers and brin...
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Public Boards/Beginner 
Pantera (Aug 22, 2007)
Can not make a decent tree, now am out of space anyway:( I give up, hope you guys like it anyway.
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davincipoppalag (Aug 22, 2007)
Nice looking silhouettes so far, good one
Pantera (Aug 23, 2007)
drawn in 47 min
Help!!!!!! How can I make this drawing look better? I can not make a decent tree or even a cactus :(
Pantera (Aug 27, 2007)
drawn in 21 min
grrrrrrrrr
Arique (Aug 30, 2007)
Hehe, you totally could use my tree!
drawn in 2 hours 1 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
Public Boards/Intermediate 
DeadlyBlondeArcher (Aug 23, 2007)
Dean Kelsey Wylie

April 1, 1912 - August 14, 2007

I attended the funeral of my Great Uncle Dean last week, who passed away at the age of 95. He was one of the last remaining true cowboys. He worked and managed a ranch until he retired. Anybody that had any kind of ranching question for miles around would call on Uncle Dean, he always had the answer.

It was a “graveside only” service in a very small, very old cemetery - the kind that if you happen to pass by on a dirt road way out in the country, you might think it were a forgotten place, with the old, tiny deserted white church at the top of the hill and the randomly scattered tombstones below, some of which are merely natural rocks with no inscription on them. Most of the people buried there are my family.

When I was choosing what to wear for the funeral, I picked out a pair of black pants, a black shirt, pearls and conservative black heels… I haven’t ever worn pants to a funeral, but I somehow felt it was the right thing to wear this time. When I arrived, the lane and the area by the old church at the top of the hill was lined with almost nothing but dusty trucks, and when I looked down into the cemetery, I saw a group of people, almost all of whom I am related to…. Many cowboy hats, all of the men in their jeans and boots, and most of the women were wearing black pants, with the exception of a few very elderly women in dresses. There were a number of little girls, my nieces included, wearing pretty pastel dresses and running and playing under the oak trees. One of my Uncle Dean’s great granddaughters was wearing a pretty yellow dress and was squatting on the ground, looking at something, her sun -streaked brown hair glistened while her skirt fanned out perfectly around her, and from where I stood I thought how she looked like a big sunflower, and with my nieces flitting around her in pink and blue, they looked like little butterflies.

When I reached the bottom of the hill, my little brother turned around and grinned, and said “Hi, Big Sister”, we hugged, and then after being squeezed around the legs by my nieces and hugging my nephew, I endured the dragging around by my mother and being re-introduced to all of my cousins, old and young, for the umpteenth jillionth time… and the “You remember when you were three and you two did this and that….” and of course we smiled, nodded, and pretended to remember.

This was my Mammy’s older brother, he was exactly ten years her senior, and she thought he hung the moon. I made my way to her, and we held each other for a while, and she told me a story about them feeding the horses when he was 15 and she was 5 and she got mad at him and hit him with the feed bucket and he good -naturedly said, “Now, Olie, stop being ugly and mean, and come ride my horse with me”, and he put her on the horse and took her riding. She tells many stories of how good natured and what a good brother he was. I only knew him as an older man, but I never saw him when he wasn’t laughing, joking, or telling a funny cowboy story.

The service began with everyone removing their hats, and it was short and sweet. Some storm clouds rolled over and threatened rain, it was dark for a short time, but they rolled right along, gave way to the sun and not a drop spilled from the sky. Some of the older women opened their colorful umbrellas and used them as parasols to block the sun. The preacher told about how Dean and his wife, Beth, were in the same nursing home for a short time (they were in the same room), shortly before Beth passed away she said to Dean “I’m getting really tired, I don’t think I can do this much longer.” He said, “You go right along, honey, I’ll be right behind you.“ She "went right along" not much after that, and he passed away exactly five months later.

The preacher read some of Dean's favorite passages from the Bible, told how he enjoyed leading the singing at church, and then we sang his two favorite songs, "Trust and Obey", and "Just Over in the Glory Land". He then read what Beth had written about her husband before she died. She wrote “Dean loved his children and his grandchildren, he loved playing dominoes with them. He loved his horses and his dogs, and he loved coconut banana cake, and he really loved his chewing tobacco."

The preacher then closed his Bible, looked up from it at us, grinned and said “So, the moral of this story is, if you chew tobacco, you might live to be 95, too. Let us pray.” We all laughed and bowed our heads, and after “Amen”, all the hats went up in perfect timing and found their respective places as if it were choreographed that way, the children immediately broke free and began to play again. The casket was opened and I was happy to see he was going with his hat in his hand.

As we made our way back up the hill and to our trucks to go to the church to see who would be first to get to the fried chicken…. I looked back down the hill at the straggling children who were being called to come along by their mothers, and the little girl in the yellow dress was spinning around happily and laughing, her skirt flying out around her…and I thought…. All great cowboys should be sent to heaven with laughing, twirling sunflowers.

It was the first funeral I ever attended where I didn’t shed a tear. And then I laughed because at the church my Daddy was serving as one of the “tea ladies”, and after I asked which was the sweet tea and he just grinned and pointed, I said “Daddy, you make a good “tea lady”.

Until we meet again, Uncle Dean. :)






8 comments – latest 4:
shining_star_sam (Oct 14, 2007)
Sorry for your hard time. Beautiful drawing.
SneakyWalter (Oct 18, 2007)
Really reminds of why I'm on this earth. Thanks.
Nice Flowers, by the way.
Sketcher_V (Nov 16, 2007)
amazing and breathtaking, the colors, i love them. The feeling, the emotion is perfectly captured, you are a master of your own style
foxman8245 (Dec 18, 2007)
very warm.. nice :-)
drawn in 4 hours 25 min with Lascaux Sketch Classic
 
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