The Struggle Of Existence by Savage_dragon

Terragen • Fantasy • posted on Jan 31, 2006

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Terragen & Paint Shop. Planet made from image. Image from Strangecosmos.com

Comments (15)

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boobunny

8:39PM | Tue, 31 January 2006

Very cool image!!!!!

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HazyHairs

9:08PM | Tue, 31 January 2006

This is very interesting! I like it. Beautiful work!!

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Ionel

9:20PM | Tue, 31 January 2006

Not too much tg but the picture itself is awesome! Excellent! Bravo!!!

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fuzzoom

11:25PM | Tue, 31 January 2006

Fantastic, original composition. The postwork blends well with the tg landscape.

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Buzzzzz

11:47PM | Tue, 31 January 2006

My Feelings Exactly! I just finished doing my Tax Returns!

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soffy

12:54AM | Wed, 01 February 2006

wow this really an awesome surreal creation,so creative,love that expressive face,excellently doneV

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Petra-S

3:01AM | Wed, 01 February 2006

super concept and creation!

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Star4mation

10:15AM | Wed, 01 February 2006

I know the feeling!! Wonderful image Angel.

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corleonis

12:54PM | Wed, 01 February 2006

Whoa! Very surreal! Cool original work!

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meico

12:18PM | Sun, 22 October 2006

A really striking image ... it reminds me of one of my poems, Ozymandias Sings. OZYMANDIAS SINGS This must be the place: here is the requisite reek of rank antiquity and the shattered symbols signify the roots of old religions inextricably intertwined and hating it. The debris desert extends to the eyes furthest range; formed not by ages, grit-ground to dust, but rubbled in a seconds shocking blast: rising heat lends a molten mirror to soften the shards, and dust shrouds hide the dead and bury hopes. Limbs are there, trunkless to be sure, without stones strength to stand, broadcast like bitter seed on rocky ground. And faces too, gore-ridden, slashed and torn amid the toppled town where no towers nose the air and no sunshone windows wink and stare. The scattered chiselled words of Ozymandias Lie wide-strewn and mute: though the heedless mighty, authors of despair, take recreant refuge in distant lands. Once, hard-carved words on stony ground - but this time, in no time at all, with a voice not unlike a rockets whine, Ozymandias sings.

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Chorny

11:54AM | Tue, 20 February 2007

That IS SAWEEET!!!Well dun!

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thecytron

8:17AM | Tue, 04 November 2008

Interesting idea! Nicely put together!

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brewgirlca

12:30PM | Mon, 10 November 2008

Ah yes, this picture confirms my suspicions about the underlying intent of your gallery. This one leaves little to the imagination, you truely are exploring the struggle of civilization. Wow, it looks like the hand of God relentlessly pushing down this struggling stylized being. Amazing, stark.

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