Kelli's Ramblings

I haven't updated here in a long while...

2010-10-22T20:18:00.000-07:00

have some resent art pages from different books... (and an old old one from High School)

I got sucked into facebook...

This one is an Art Journal...Or something like it..

2009-07-05T19:18:00.000-07:00

In a composition book with paint, glue, magazine cutout, fancy pens, glitter, and anything else that will fit. This one servers as a journal and art book. Welcome to the pages of "Stray Thoughts"

And Another One

2009-07-05T19:11:00.000-07:00

this one is being done on a spiral bound index card book 5x8 inches.

None of these pages took very long to do. The idea is to have fun and play, not stress over getting it just right. So they arn't perfict. But by having them in the computer I can go back and play with them digitally all I want too. Or pick and choose parts to use elswhere.

This book is still in progress

Enjoy

Welcome to another GlueBook Photo Dump

2009-07-05T18:52:00.000-07:00

This one was completed in June.

I made this book with magazine pages half sized. (So that each leaf is 1/4 of a mag page)I left plenty of room between the siginatures for expansion as I glued things in. The cover college is covered with a layer of packing tape to give it shine before it was glued to the cover boards. (the boards are recycled cerial boxes) Then I started gluing with glee! It didn't really take to long to fill this one up. Some pages incorporate the backgroud image, some completely cover it up.

As a general rule in my glue books (and it only my rule, you don't have to) I say no words, only images. I'm drawn to color, texture, and pattern. I have the hardest time choosing or using a focal image(s).

Hope you enjoy the show.
:)
Kelli/Nessa

ps. The pictures posted out of order, so the last one is first :/

Another GlueBook. Photo Dump :)

2009-02-03T10:57:00.000-08:00

digital gluebook

2009-01-16T08:16:00.000-08:00

mandalla-orb

2009-01-14T20:40:00.000-08:00

glue book photo dump

2008-03-14T14:13:00.000-07:00

A gluebook is a cross between an altered book and an art journal. find a picture you like and slap it down in your book. Try not to overthink the process. It's fun and relaxing and can be a cheep hobby since you use old magazines, notebooks, old books, junk mail, white glue and sizzors.

since I also like to dabble in bookbinding, I made this book using pages of a magazine for the pages. Then glued over them. Some pages were left alone, some covered completely and some partly. there are 150 pages total. Enjoy some of the highlights.
:)

the cover

2008-01-06T09:54:00.000-08:00

happy new year!

In the last two months, we had 3 of 5 household computers die. We were only able to reserect one. Lucky me, that last year for x-mall I got a lap top or I'd be a reall sour puss having to use hubby's or the kids computers.

I'll try to remember to post more in the space this year.

I added a tracker to the side bar, now I'll know just how many people don't visit.

:)

Not a Horse

2007-12-05T10:13:00.000-08:00

Hand drawn original Artist Trading Card, traded this year

2007-12-05T10:08:00.000-08:00

I saw the prompt ,
and not paying close attention I thought it was for the Live Journal Beginnings community. (Use the sentance exactly as given, under 500 words.)
So I wrote this one.
word count 485,
"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."
part of the Blood Servants univers. Magge/Joseph
( http://nessa5.livejournal.com Look at the tags)

When I went to post it, I found out the prompt was for 100drabbles
Opps! So I'm posting it anyway.

I'm also using this for 100_prompts
Prompt #40, Chained

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. But in the case of the horse being a newly wakened vampire nearly out of his mind with overpowering hunger, and the water is the man who had debauched his wife and is chained to the wall, gibbering in fright, it is not so much a matter of getting him to drink, than it is cleaning up the mess after.

The first hours of a new vampire’s life are an assault on the senses. They can hear the mouse in the wall or a conversation in house next door; their new vision is strange as parts of the spectrum they didn’t know existed are now visible. Not to mention the feel of wind on their face or the thread in their clothes. The new sense of smell is an overpowering surprise, and not necessarily a pleasant one, at least not until they get their first whiff of blood.

That smell of blood brings hunger.

Usually the first meal will have been provided by the sire. Some innocent tied up and laid out for the fledgling like a holiday feast. Some fledgling will balk at taking a human life, and they have to be coaxed into their first feeding. But with the first few drops of blood on their tongues, nature takes over. Others have no qualms and are eager to satisfy their new hunger.

The first victim is not going to survive, nor will the next five or ten. Controlling the hunger, to take only a little at a time, allowing the victim to live, takes practice and self-discipline. Eventually they learn how to keep their humans alive for months before they have to be disposed of.

Joseph first meal was beautiful. The man I had left chained to the wall for him after waking from his three night coma was the very same man who had a few years before seduced his wife. Joseph had walked in unexpectedly on the pair inflagranti, and in a rage, had killed the girl. The man had gotten away and Joseph had been unable to find him.

I had. It hadn’t been easy. But after seeing Joseph’s reaction to my gift, the effort had been worth it.

Even though the smell of blood had to have been overpowering, Joseph didn’t attack right away. The room was small, but Joseph stalked his prey, slowly, until the man recognize exactly who and what he was… he was almost relieved when Joseph yanked him up with one hand and sank his new fangs deep into his neck. Joseph bit deep and severed the carotid artery. A newbie mistake. Blood was everywhere! It is impossible to drink neatly from there unless the victim is already nearly drained.

The only thing that Joseph ever regretted when he came to his senses was that I made him clean up the mess.

drabble, Finger Painting

2007-12-05T10:01:00.000-08:00

written for 100drabbles
11/11/07
Finger-painting

It was on his fingers, warm, red, slick, with its own unique smell. He wondered what it tasted like, but he didn’t try to taste it. It was draining from his body creating sinister pool on the floor around him. He never thought his friend would plunge a dagger into stomach and leave him for dead. The sad part was he still didn’t know why. He wasn’t dead yet, but he would be soon. It irked him that no one would know who had killed him. He stared at the blood on his fingers and the white wall beside him

drabble, Dark and Stormy Night

2007-12-05T09:59:00.000-08:00

Drabble for 100drabbles
Prompt cobblestones
And beginnings challenge 57 it was a dark….

It was a dark and stormy night. And Theodora loved it.
Lightening flashed bright over head and the thunder crashed immediately on it’s heals. In her white nightdress she danced with bare feet on the cobblestones of an empty road. She spun around and around, laughing like the loony escaped from a cell that she was.

Behind her she heard the guards looking for her, calling her name, and she danced away faster.

They found her the next morning, she was cold and dead. But the strange blissful look on her face would haunt them the rest of their lives…

happy ending drabble

2007-12-05T09:40:00.000-08:00

Written for
Title of your piece
Submitted by Nessa5/Kelli
Submitted for Challenge #61, What do you want, a happy ending?
Time: about 15 minutes
Rating: G
Word count: 100 (I didn’t start out to write a drabble)

“What do you want, a happy ending?”
“Then you should pick another play.”
“But I want to do this one. Can’t you change the ending?” her voice sweet and wheedling.
“No.”
“But I want to be Juliet.” She whined…
“No.” Her chin quivering is not going to make me back down.
“Tears are not going to get me to rewrite Shakespeare.” I said firmly.
The chin stopped quivering, and she stamped her foot, “You’re horrible! I’m never going to speak to you again!” She stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
“I can only hope,” I sighed.

Pictures?

2007-09-01T08:43:00.000-07:00

Sleepy Waters part ?/?

2007-09-01T08:40:00.000-07:00

Mr. Smith had been keeping the lamps lit in the lighthouse tower for over twenty years. As he usually did in the evenings after checking on the lamps, he walked around the railing at the top of the tower, taking in the air, the ocean, and the night. When he looked down he saw a couple on the rocky beach below him embracing. This wasn’t the first time he’d caught couples looking for privacy, nor was it likely to be the last. He picked up his lantern and climbed down the stairs to shoo them away.
He opened the door at the bottom of the tower and his light fell directly on the man’s face. Caught off guard, the man looked up at him, fangs out and blood on his lips. He looked frightening and angry. Blood was clearly visible on the neck of the girl in his arms, Mr. Smith recognized her. She was one of the barmaids at the Cask & Cleaver. She seemed to be in a swoon and hung limply in the man’s arms.
The man growled, and Mr. Smith felt the vibration all the way to his toes. Courage wasn’t one of his virtues, and he turned and ran back into the lighthouse. He quickly locked and barricaded the door.

“Shiite.” Jacob Alexander said aloud after the old man had run back into the tower. He could hear the locks turning and a chair being dragged in front of the door. With a sigh for the inconvenience, he turned his attention back to the girl in his arms. He made sure the puncture wounds were closed and his lips were clean. “Millie,” the girl looked up at him, “Millie, go home. You only remember that we walked on the beach and that I kissed you.”
The girl smiled her eyes dreamy. “Will you kiss me again?”
“Of course I’ll kiss you again. I’ll come to you again soon. But you must keep our meetings secret.”
“Yes, secret. Our secret.”
“Good girl, now go straight home, Millie, and go to bed. You’ll see me again soon.”
Jacob watched until the girl was at the top of the path away from the beach before turning his attention to the lighthouse. The ground level door had been blocked. He looked to the top of the tower and grunted, it would be a stretch but he could make it, and it would certainly get his message to the keeper. He crouched and gathered his powers and leaped to the top of the tower. It was a near miss; he had to scramble a bit and grab the railing, but he was the only one who would know and he wasn’t going to tell anyone. It was easier to jump down from a height then up.
He could hear the man’s heart beat speed up as he walked slowly down the stairs, deliberately letting each step echo throughout the tower.
At the bottom of the stairs the man cowered against the locked door, too afraid to open it and run. He was old, but not ancient, and he smelled of tobacco and sweat. The thought of putting his mouth on the man was repugnant. Fortunately there was another way.
“You saw too much, Mr. Smith.” Jacob remembered the man’s name mentioned in town. He kept his voice was low, calm, and threatening. “I was careless, and now we have a problem.”
“I--, I promise I won’t say anything, Mr. Alexander sir.” Jacob wasn’t surprised the man recognized him; it was a fairly small town. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt, you Mr. Smith, and I don’t want to kill you either.” The lighthouse keeper blanched. “But I can’t have you telling anyone what you saw.” Mr. Smith stammered again that he wouldn’t tell that he would forget what he saw and so on. Jacob used the skills he’d learned in several centuries of living to order the man to sit down. Mr. Smith obeyed without turning his back on the menacing vampire.
Jacob looked around the shabby room and found what he was looking for; a coffee cup was upside down on the drain board by a bucket of dirty soapy water. He took the cup and set it on the table before the frightened man. “Roll up your sleeve Mr. Smith.”
While Mr. Smith shakily rolled up his sleeve Jacob took out his key ring and removed the small folding knife he kept on it. The blade was only about an inch long, but it was very sharp. He handed it to the man, who took it in his fingers as though it were a live scorpion.
“Fill the cup Mr. Smith. Fill the cup with your blood and swear your loyalty to me. Then I’ll know that you will not betray me.” And he would too; drinking the blood from a cup would make a one-way bond, enough to alert him if Mr. Smith decided to talk, but it would not allow him to directly influence his thinking like it did for Millie and his other victims in the area.
With shaking fingers and a few false starts, the old man managed to cut an inch long incision inside his forearm. The red drops that quickly started filling the cup seemed to be brightest spot of color in the room. The sight and smell held Jacob’s attention and made his fangs extend. To control his victim without actually biting him he needed to control himself. Fortunately, he had centuries of practice.
Though it had started quickly, the blood flow stopped before the cup was half full. The vampire waited unmoving until the man made another shallow cut beside the first. When the cup was full, Jacob picked it up quickly and drained it while it was still warm. Mr. Smith gagged but quickly covered his revulsion by pulling an almost clean handkerchief from his pocket and pressing it over the cuts.
As the blood entered his body, the old man’s thought opened up to him. Fear, fascination, and confusion were close to the top. Jacob reached deeper into the man’s mind to see that he was greedy and lazy and, luckily for Jacob, more concerned for his own life than the life of a girl he scarcely knew.
He would have to come back tomorrow and reinforce his fear, Jacob thought, but with the right combination of bribe and threat the man would stay quiet. Perhaps it had been a lucky night for him after all. He would have to return every few weeks to renew the bond, but it also gave him another source of blood, one that managed correctly could last several years instead of only months.
“If you even think about telling anyone what you saw tonight, I will know. Do you understand?” Mr. Smith nodded, not taking his eyes off of Jacob. That wasn’t good enough “Say it Mr. Smith, say it aloud.”
Mr. Smith swallowed. “I won’t tell anybody anything about you Mr. Alexander.”
“If you do, I can make your death long and painful. Do you believe me?”
“I—I do.”
“Remember that.” With one hand Jacob moved the heavy chair from the doorway and broke the locks open. He turned back one last time to the frightened man. “Keep the knife, Mr. Smith, you will need it again.” He let himself smile for the first time since his meal had been interrupted. It made him look like a charming harmless young man and that frightened the lighthouse keeper more than if he had bared his fangs.

Satisfied, Jacob walked back up the path to town. The evening was still young and there was live music at the bar tonight.

Back at the lighthouse, Mr. Smith found the half full bottle of brandy he kept hidden behind the sink and drank the rest of it.

2007-07-24T17:29:00.000-07:00

I posting here because lj is down with a power out.

Okay, I tryed to add pictures to this post, and they have uploaded but I don't see them. I really dont' like the interface of this site
I find interface on b-log to be clunky to use and still haven't figuared out how to edit old posts.

or read and reply to coments on a post.

I don't like that there is no friends page like on the journal sites.

I'm going to have to start a bookmark list of interesting b-logs, but it is a nusance to have to open each page to see if there is something new.

my card store

2007-02-21T15:02:00.000-08:00

Ha! I got the widgit to work! I only had to change the whole page to mke it fit....

so please click on my card shop or click here
http://www.greetingcarduniverse.com/nessa5
to see some cards you can buy.

If there is a picture in my blog you'd like to have as a card, let me know and I will upload it the my new store.

Thank You,
I can use all the pennies I can get... ;)

Kelli

well, this sucks

2007-02-21T09:46:00.000-08:00

blog made a mandatory switch over to use google. I didn't really want to regerster with google, but I did any way.

they said I wouldn't loose any of the content of my page.
They lied!

My side bar list of links that was handed by http://www.blogrolling.com/members.phtml
is now not working. And I can't figuar out hwo to reedit my side bars.

It has a lovey page to 'customize your page!' but when I try to use it, I keep getting directed to the widget page, without any clear instructions on how to use them too.

Can anyone help me figuar this out?
It took me the better part of aday to do it the first time and that was bugging my freinds for help more than once.

Anticipation....

2006-12-28T09:41:00.000-08:00

How do I delete a post.

this one didn't work?

2006-12-05T16:29:00.000-08:00

2006-11-18T12:56:00.000-08:00

Thought I'd share some of my recient drabbles.
I'm woking on a chalange in an live journal community to do 100 drabbles in 100 consecitive days.
Drabbles are stories told in 100 words exactly. no more, no less.
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36 of 100 day 26

Kissing Frogs

“Oh woe is me” Princess Sally cried as the giggling little girls drop their second frog back into the water after they had both kissed it looking for an enchanted prince. Of course nothing had happened. Laughing at their attempts to finding a prince they went looking for more frogs. When Sally didn’t jump out of the way fast enough they caught her. In surprisingly gentle hands they both kissed her. And when nothing happened and they dropped her back in the water.

“It’s not fair!” Sally cried, “I’ll be a frog forever. Boys don’t kiss frogs looking for Princesses.

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14/100 day 14
It’s a Trap

“I feel magic being used.” The Magi said holding up a hand halting the adventurers in the middle of the cave. The thief and the fighter looked around, but could see little in light of the orb hovering over their heads that bathed the seen in green light.

“I feel it too. I’ll cast a dispel glamour spell.” Said the cleric waving his arms.

They felt something melt away around them.

Instead of standing in the middle of a dark empty cave, they were suddenly standing in the middle of a brightly lit cave inhabitant by very hungry looking dragons.

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20 of 100/ Day 11

The book

The magician waved his hands in the air leaving bright yellow glow behind them that hummed and formed arcane symbols. At last the pattern was complete. The hovering lights all swished and swirled together into a bright column that disappeared through the roof with a loud popping sound.

On the floor where the lights had disappeared lay a book. The magician was elated!
It worked! He eagerly scooped it up and turned to the first page to start reading….

Only to find a note from the cosmos, “You will just have to wait for the seventh book like everyone else.”

2006-11-18T12:49:00.000-08:00

2006-11-07T13:05:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine had made a courset.
and took some photos.
witch I had to play with.
(that's Whitby England in the background)

2006-10-30T18:33:00.000-08:00

I went back and reread some of my older writing.
eeek.
I have started re writing some of it. I like to think I've gotten a bit better since I started.

ATC

2006-09-19T09:45:00.000-07:00

I haven't been doing a lot of drawing the last week or so. Here's just a little sample

2006-09-19T08:56:00.000-07:00

The Servants Journal
Original characters and stories
by Kelli/Nessa5

Manny have been written for the Live Journal community 100originals
http://community.livejournal.com/100originalfics/
and are so numbered by the prompt # . Most are very short, being under 500 words. There are some 100 word drabbles scattered in there as well as a few longer chaptered works.
(Not all the prompts are great but I like to think that I’ve gotten better over the years)
(the title follows the url because this list was originally made for LJ and the coding there puts the title last)

1450ish
1 Beginnings 2/10/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/26988.html The Rare Rose
Non Prompt 3/06/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/27760.html Fourth Night
Non Prompt 2/17/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/27229.html The Secret of the Rose pt 1
Non Prompt 2/25/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/27589.html The Secret of the Rose pt 2
The Strolling Minstrel WIP
5 outsides 11/22/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/41991.html The Outsiders

1750ish
85 She 3/02/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/50421.html First Meetings
65 Passing 8/12/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/72034.html The Turning pt 1
29 Birth 8/12/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/72303.html The Turning Pt 2

1800 – 1940 or there about
17 brown 6/01/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/62610.html Dust
52 fire 4/07/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/58607.html Fire
31 sunrise 6/21/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/66066.html Safe Harbor
10 Years 9/15/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/78035.html Time Changes Everything

Modern times
Misc.
94 Independence 3/26/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/55902.html Happy Birthday
7 Days 06/08/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/64504.htm Just a Few More Days
97 writers choice 3/31/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/57039.html Whistling the dark
36 smell 2/17/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/49238.html The Smell of Death
15 blue 11/02/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/39428.html Blue Sky
18 black 11/02/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/39830.html Black Night
12 orange 1/06/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/45669.html Orange
86 choices 2/07/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/48132.html A Night of Surprises
95 New Year 6/15/06 "http://nessa5.livejournal.com/65791.html Lots to Remember
Non Prompt 3/18/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/29050.html Hasty Decisions pt 1
Non Prompt 8/30/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/33955.html Hasty Decisions pt 2

Modern Times / Main Characters

1980’s
68 Lightening 4/28/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/60881.htmlNitht Times Conversations
49 Club 6/08/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/64616.htmlThe Boy’s club
87 Life 3/29/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/56599.html I Remember

1990’s
22 Enemies 111/24/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/42351.html Jocks
63 Summer 6/14/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/65372.html he Summer of 95
78 Where 11/15/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/40946.html Where Am I Going?
47 Heart 11/1/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/38905.htm The Sound of His Heart Beating
16 Purple 10/28/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/37866.html Lessons Learned
30 Death 10/29/05e http://nessa5.livejournal.com/38331.html You Cant’ Cheat
43 Square 10/26/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/37278.html Folding Paper
13 Yellow .12/8/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/43992.html Just wondering
59 Food 6/21/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/66446.html Buried Treasure
58 Dinner 8/1/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/71177.html The cook up
67 Snow 11/25/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/42779.html Snowman

2000’s
39 Taste 1/12/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/43104.html Wine
48 Diamonds 2/12/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/49100.html Blue Diamonds
23 Lovers 3/10/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/51382.html First Night
Non prompt 11/18/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/41407.html Not what it looks like
Non Prompt 12/2/04 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/24692.html The Truth be known
82 If 3/05/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/50582.html If you want to…
35 Sixth Sense 3/21/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/53341.html Tell the Future
14 Green 3/16/03 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/52857.html You’re not Joking?
54 Air 3/10/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/51874.html Is there something in your pocket?
66 rain 11/07/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/40259.html Untitled Pt 1
21 Friends 11/9/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/40673.html Untitled Pt 2
drabble 01/12/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/52024.html Is it supposed to be that color?
4 Insides 1/19/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/46504.html The Future is Decided
20 Colorless 2/27/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/50070.html Seek and Ye Shall Find
11 Red 3/24/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/53763.html Red
19 White 09/06/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/75697.html Owners Mark
81 How 4/13/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/58768.htm Details
24 Family 1/29/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/47130.html A Traditional Thanksgiving pt 1
93 Thanksgiving 1/29/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/47130.html A Traditional Thanksgiving pt 2
33 Too Much 1/29/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/47130.html A Traditional Thanksgiving pt 3
28 Children 1/29/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/47130.html A Traditional Thanksgiving pt 4
90 Home 9/12/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/76912.html What Home Feels Like
42 Triangle 1/20/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/46745.html Three Corners
45 Moon 06/01/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/62949.html I see the Moon
67 Snow 11/25/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/42779.html The Snow Man
72 Fixed 2/24/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/49513.html Vampire Fist Aid 101
89 Work 2/10/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/48757.html Shine’s Busy Day
92 Christmas 1/06/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/45446.html Meet the Neighbor
96 Writer’s Choice 10/28/05 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/37997.html Stepping Out on Halloween
76 Who 8/29/08 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/74459.html Unexpected Visitors pt 1
83 And 9/10/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/76007.html Unexpected Visitors pt 2
32 Sunset 9/10/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/76036.html Unexpected Visitors pt 3
2 Middles 9/13/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/77196.html Visitors pt 5
40 Sight 7/03/06 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/67858.html The Hippy Professor

3 Ends** Is Done but being saved to post last
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Abril’s characters from the comic that gave me the original idea.
4/2003 http://home.pacbell.net/nessa5/juliensstory.html *Julian’s story*
1/15/04 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/5638.html *Andri’s Story*
4/10/04 http://nessa5.livejournal.com/23274.html *Facing Reality*
The comic has been taken down, but the first four chapters have been published in the manga Sakura Pakk at http://www.sakurapakk.comSakura Pakk

some recient ATC's

2006-07-29T19:22:00.000-07:00

2006-07-28T07:59:00.000-07:00

2006-07-25T09:23:00.000-07:00

Spider in the Garden

3 1/2 x 2 1/2 inches

oil paint on canvis paper

Originaly done as an atc, but I've decided to keep it.

Photograph prints can be made if any one want's to trade for a copy.

2006-07-17T15:29:00.000-07:00

the original is 12 x 16 and done on 6 4x6 pannals using micron pens.

first post

2006-07-17T15:20:00.000-07:00

Why am I making this bilog?
Humm, been thinking about it for a long time.
Mostly I use Live Journal. and I just don't understand MySpace.
This one looks easer to post pictures. so I'l post pictures here and then link back in my lj.
Also there are several bilogs that I would have liked to keep tabs on. this way I can add access them more easely.