Dressed in Flowers
By Jeff Stanford, 2024
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Perched upon a time-smoothed rock, she sits, a still presence against the stuttering breaths of the wind. Her legs are crossed in the way of those who have found their corner in a world that doesn't grant corners easily. The mountains behind her, old and indifferent, regard her with the same silence she offers them. Her arms are balanced, mirror images of each other, palms open and facing the sky—a gesture of receiving or maybe of letting go, it's hard to tell.
Her tank top clings to her like a second skin, dark against the pale light, clinging but not constraining, much like the remaining daylight that refuses to let go of the horizon. Her eyes are closed, with no need for the view before her; there's a landscape within her just as vast and stirring. Her face is calm, dark hair pulled back to keep the wandering strands from her meditation. This place, these mountains—they're just a backdrop to the quiet drama unfolding in her mind, the one where she is both the audience and the act, where breath is the only dialogue that cuts through the scene.
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In the deepening twilight, a woman of countenance both serene and wild stood against the backdrop of the endless sky, a canvas bespeckled with faint stars whispering the secrets of the universe. Her auburn tresses, teased by the gentle breeze, danced around her earnest face like flames catching the last rays of the vanishing sun. The waning light caressed her visage, highlighting the soft curves of her cheeks and the delicate strength of her jaw.
Her eyes, reflecting the very soul of the dusk, glistened with the profound depths of a restless sea. Lost in reflection, she appeared to be in communion with the far-off constellations, drawing wisdom from their silent stories. The set of her mouth spoke not of sadness, but of a contemplative yearning, as if she stood on the cusp of an epiphany that promised the freedom akin to the boundless sky above.
In her presence, you could almost hear the whispered songs of Kate Chopin's characters, sung from the corners of yesterday, empowering the silence around her with the melody of quiet determination and the subtle rebellion of spirits untamed. She was not merely looking; she was envisioning, not merely existing; she was alive with the pulsing energy of possibility that dances on the horizon where the heavens meet the earth.
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In the heart of a sun-drenched beach town where the waves hummed tunes of old seafaring legends, there was a girl named Maribel who could weave sunlight into threads of gold. With hair as dark as the stormy seas and eyes as deep as the ocean, she was the town's living melody, a symphony of grace and beauty.
Maribel wore her charm like a cascade of summer blooms, her top a canvas of orange and blush, splashed with the hues of sunset skies. Flowers adorned her hair, pink and merry, a tribute to the wildflowers dotting the nearby meadows. Her shorts were the color of twilight shadows, clasped together by a single silver button that shimmered like a star against the dusk.
Every day, Maribel strolled along the beach, collecting whispers of the ocean, which she fashioned into trinkets and baubles that sang of the sea. Today, she was gathering the giggles of children and the secrets of the sands, her fingers adorned with rings that caught the sunlight in a thousand playful prisms.
Maribel was the weaver of joy, a dance of light on the water. And as she walked, the townfolk would say that to see her was to witness the daybreak itself, a moment when the world seemed to pause and bask in the pure, unabashed wonder of life.
A scene from Azura Isle.
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Clone High as Tarot Cards
Today: Christopher Columbus as The Hanged Man & The Devil
"If there's a Judgement card, then there's someone being judged"
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His hair is done! I wasn't happy with it as I was working on it but... the final result turned out quite nice!
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The Duchess of Galway
By Jeff Stanford, 2024
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I know that this illustration is supposed to be a sexy lesbian pinup thing but it looks like its from the world's most awkward photoshoot. wait jesus christ she is gripping powers shoulder hard chill out girl
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