Spring Feature of GrimGloomTale [2013]

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The long winter is finally over, so we can proceed to our next seasonal feature: time for the lovely Spring. I've seen many fabulous works submitted to the group, as always, and they all deserve to be seen. Unfortunately, I can't show them all in this one little showcase. Here you will see only works having below 100 favourites. Give them attention that they lack!



Traditional Art


Lost on the Moor by CannedTalentfantasia by MTrafimoffBaba Yaga by allendouglasstudio
L'arbre d'ici by emychaoschildrenAmiraniani: Kamar in tower by Unita-NShadows of a new day by rai-mond
Wolf Woman by reneenaultRed Riding Hood by dante-mkdragon`s daughter by ellrano
Tanit in the Winter Wood by emeraAimee and Aime by ALEXAst
The door in the Dwimorberg by LeenZuydgeestFoolish Little Troll by erinclairebWanderer by ILioNart



Digital Art


E.A. Poe's The Black Cat by Disezno

Boat by harridanEleousa by Obman-Veschestv
WITCHCRAFT SPEED PAINTING With VIDEO PROCESS by nachoyagueOffering for the Queen Bee by Asfodelo



Literature


:thumb368582135: The Journey-CallGrandmother says it wasn’t an accident,
says it earnestly behind my eyes
just before I rise in the mornings.
The house has become a flock of birds,
grey birds all silent, house-looking until I turn away,
when they flutter their wings, open their beaks to tell me—
Jan says my mind is too strained from grief.
His beautiful forehead creases at me,
no longer, it seems, crystal-white
but somehow stained glass, blue and mars-red
and when I turn my back I can feel his cat-claws
in my shoulder.
I am bedraggled, mist-covered and owl-haired,
so strangely old with all the ghosts around me.
The signs of death mark the sky, mark my hands—
I am expected to carry them all home, I tell them
bedtime stories as if they are children and as their
rustling feathers quiet down again I see Grandmother
thrush on thistles, telling me I must go, I must go
down into the forest to see the medicine woman
to learn the paths into the world beyond where I
may gain the secrets of past and future.
Jan
TattletaleTattletale
"Mad as a March Hare,"; they say of me.
But all I have is a rabbit, a white white rabbit,
hoppity rabbit, bloody little rabbit,
claret and garnet, I could eat him and wear him,
rings around my fingers and bloody rings around my mouth.
I could ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.
But there are no paths in this mad forest
just a bloated cat whose face floats like a moon but sheds no light.
The only luminosity is the blood on my skin.
I was once so pale, virginal and void
until he touched me maddened by mercury,
silvery beads, pewter rain.
Is that why I am so confused, his grubby fingers and white white paws?
But I can't say anything, little tattletales burn.
If I tried to speak my tongue would split,
my eyes would fossilized, hard as turtle shells.
"Drink me"; the bottle said, bitter taste, raw almonds.
But it promised oblivion from my mad hatter father,
black felt around my ankles, my wrists and my neck.
The old ghost story, untie the black choker,
then a flinch then a splatte



Jewerly and Clothing


Woven Copper Wire Pearl Cuff by WiredElements
Blue Borg by IMNIUMpolymer clay chocolate cake by trollwaffle
Cinderella by AstarteXOXInvidia by diana-irimieVictorian kimono by sombrefeline



Sculpture and Artisan Crafts


Felix by ShirleysStudioOak King Grimoire by AnnEnchanted
Ferdinand Zizzlepop the Alchemist Goblin Doll by NinaBolenArtGothic ARt Doll Wendy by VeronikaLozovaya



Don't forget about our Hidden in the forest contest!


Winter 2013 | Spring 2013


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parchment stock by struckdumb
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Asfodelo's avatar
Thanks a lot for posting my work among the others!
Great features, by the way (although it's more of an autumn feature for me haha)
Thanks again, and have a nice day :)