BIOi am a free spirit female from human race born in the finals of last century .... hhmmmmm, i do have trouble remembering whether i'm 29 or 99 but it's somewhere around there ... about who i really am?! i'm a dreamer, an optimist, and a compulsive liar, i'm a hunter of words, colours, of reading, of thumb wrestling and adventure, drawing and creating mean so much to me, i simply enjoy it, i actually didn't do digitalart before i started learning how to paint with adobe's elements + ps7, it was love at first sight, i drew a bit, but most of my creative energy was used to write or photography.
i take photography now to a diferent realm, what would you say if i told you i spent about 3 hours each day trainning with brushes? during weekend i can spend 8! hard to beleive? some people think that art appears magically, but it's all blood, sweat and tears, if you want to draw and paint well, practice, practice, practice, your art will improve so quickly right in front of your eyes!
the thing i enjoy the most in this gallery, besides the exposed art, is to read viewers perceptions on my work, some of it's positive, some of it's not, but just knowing that the artwork has made some emotional impact or connection makes everything worthwhile ;0]
i thank you all who took the time to view my work and find it worthy of their words, dreams do come true, keep dreaming, creating, keep the flame alive!!!
click dreamz to my homepage catch me faster @ dreamboard c ya ;0]
.................. obrigado, thank you, merci, gracias, grazie, danke, harigato, spasiba, dziuj duji ti, mahalo ia kakou, djencouillBarzo, kiitos ........................................................................................................................ ;0]
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Comments (54)
skoeter
to symbolise the roots of frienship with the roots that hold many years of live in wind and storm, that fed many years of life to one generation of leaves after another is a nobel gesture and a thought of understanding the cosmic energy
linkinpark
I will never figure your amazing lighting out..impressive!!!!
Michelle A.
Interesting postwork......I love how the roots sparkle and the greenery stand out so beautifully...
danob
Xlent and a touching symbolism.. I would expect no less from you, beautifully done!!
MAJ
Obrigado querida, suas fotos s sempre muito bonitas!! Obrigado!!!!!!!
intolerance
Imagine a feeling of emptiness. A vacuity that results from a gradual loss of yourself, from a not very well defined uneasiness within yourself that makes you fell bad among others. Imagine that, by a defence mechanism, you try to disguise that emptiness, that abandonment of yours with images of vagueness, mystery, or secrecy suggesting a profoundness of thought. Imagine that you try to dissimulate emptiness behind simulations of great insight and you try to convince yourself that your simulations are real. Imagine that you begin to fear someone that may discover you camouflage and you hide yourself on solitude. Imagine you, absent of yourself, on solitude. Imagine you, absent of yourself, neutralized by the effects of a depaupered self, loosing space to genuinely be. Imagine you extinguishing like a lamp without oil, loosing yourself on inanity, becoming each day more and more isolated.. What do you feel when you imagine that? Imagine you alone paralysed by the terror of your extinction. Imagine that you protect yourself believing that solitude is strength, and paralysation tranquillity. Lost on emptiness, imagine your relation with others. Virtual, superficial and defensive enough to have space to create an aura of mystery. Imagine a disappearing person. A person dying inside but simulating being alive. Imagine how does that person communicates with others. Does that person prefers dying selves or does that person prefers alive selves? Imagine a person accustomed to dispossession, a person accustomed to the pain of emptiness growing inside, disguised by the emptiness of others. Imagine a fragile flower dreaming to be an old tree.
Niutek
Silence is a beautiful language, but only if you have someone to speak to = be silent with. And standing alone is a useful experience but only as a stage before finally standing close to someone else. A powerful image and words, Tania.
enax
Xzlnt color compo and light... amazing shot!
SoulEatar
Nature will not be denied - Great Work -
ICB
Good work. Perfect nature
coolj001
Cool photograph, I like how you did the post work by enhancing the green. -Peace :-)
patmartj
How did I miss this, it's stunning!
Masema
Wow, can't really add to what's already been said...But I love what you've done here. Beautiful piece of work Tania!
moonfish
So much already said...I'll just add my appreciation to this loooonnnggg list!!! Lovely!
jddog
the roots... of life !
mooncat
gorgeous!
SirJohn
FanTasTic as always!
Mohawkeman
wow! now that is too cool. Great work!
luciferino
Splendid !!!An incredible image very very beauty fantastic wowwwww bye bye a kiss Orietta
vlaaitje
wow.....the power from a tree...well done I love nature very much...people don't see it anymore....I'm glad I do.....
Henrik_K
really powerful indeed - impressive and atmospheric
souleye
Beautiful!! Very Zen. As a meditator, I agree with your statement completely.
BlackUnicorn
I agree with all...lovely picture. ;-)
ariz
You are right about the silence, but wrong about the commune. The silence in the woods is loud and begs to be heard along with the commune. The grass is flat, a deer has laid down. The spider web is close to the ground, a low front is coming in maybe even a storm. All of nature has sounds, the snap of a twig. You sense more than you see, and you feel more than you know. Open up your mind and listen to the silence.