Long time digital artist turned photographer. My work has appeared in the Bend Bulletin, the New York Times and National Geographic. I am also a web designer, leather craftsman and owner of Dawg Digital Design Studio in Cave Junction, Oregon. Please visit my other sites. My web design business: Dawg Digital My viewbug Gallery Stephen Van Tuyl My Leather Shop
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Comments (6)
sittingblue
Maybe somebody is paying attention. ;)
artgum
Striking scene- the colors are rich, and the concept and depiction are quite excellent. Only non-dreamers don't notice.
zxcvb
Cool Red Atmosphere:-)
nhirschberger
Not everybody is an ignorant, but some ! Excellent work !
Wolfspirit
Excellent depth, thought, as consideration so simple of a task it would be yet we "human" slaves to greed. This is a captivating enthralling piece of work and necessary, thank you for sharing.
micsteel
What happens, when the Dreamer Dies? Copyright 1989, 1997 By Michael Steele # The Dreamer sleeps, beneath a Tree; He Dreams of Life, of you and me. His Dreams are Real, His magic True; The Earth so Green, the Sky so Blue. What He Dreams, Is. # (There is no hand, but a flowing mist; and things are done with colors, and whispers of the wind.) # When He wakes, the world trembles; Chaos, fear, briefly hold sway. But if He dies, alas, the cries! of Woe, as. . . people fade away. . . # Darkness would fall, living would pall, The stars go out one by one; Animals die, and oceans dry, Our frail Mother Earth be done. Swirls of dreams fading away. . . # But ah! all is not lost--there is another way; If you or I, or another dreamer leaves the day world of living, and dreams where He left off. Can you make the Sacrifice?