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Welcome!Welcome to my art site!
While meandering through Empty Spaces, you will find all sorts of wonderful eye candy, such as logo and poster designs,
 photography, photo manipulation, and even  traditional art! By the miracle of modern tehcnology, you are even able to purchase prints and cool merhcandise!If you are interested in purchasing a photo or piece of artwork on this site and it is not available through Deviantart (http://greatawakener.deviantart.com/store/), please feel free to contact me. I am also available for commision work.
Please, note that this site is always being updated, so come back often to see what's new. ~*~
News:
March 2008 -- The count down begins ... April 5th is opening night for "The Wiazrd of Oz" and I'm excited! Which character am I? Well, I'll give you a hint: the whole play is named for me
 July 2007 -- I am now at Helium.comYou can read my essays, stories, and other written work here:
March 2007 -- My Art Show at the Cafe Ole was wonderful!
 Thank you to everyone who supported me, helped out with set up & take down, and of course the wonderful people who attended.November 2006 -- For those of you familiar with this page, you may be saying, "Hey? Where did all the awesome short stories and family photos go?" Those things have been moved to my personal space (http://iamrosa.spaces.live.com/) as this is now my "work space" and is going to be viewed by all types of strangers  .Last update: July 2, 2007 Death's GiftThe Story Behind the Picture:
Saturday, April 16, 2005
I was sitting on a bench in the afternoon sun when behind me I heard a chittery-grind sound I knew so well. The edge of his robe fluttered in the breeze, a red banner in the corner of my eye. I greeted Death and invited him to sit next to me. Death obliged and confirmed what I already knew; "I have not come to take you just yet." His voice was a deep rumble along my spine. "I have a gift for you. One that comes with a very heavy price."
He held the gift pinched between his bone forefinger and thumb so that it glittered in the sunlight between us. A golden key.
"What is it for?" I asked without taking it.
"It is for you," Death replied. "You have paid for it already."
He dropped the key in my hand and I stared at it. It looked so tiny, yet weighted more than I imagined in my palm. Twin circles made up the head of it, resembling the wind up key for a toy or ancient music box.
"What is it for?" I asked again. Even as I wondered, I knew the answer. I picked up the key and placed it into my heart, turning it once.
"The key to a heart," Death confirmed as I felt a pressure in my chest release. "Not just your heart. The key to all hearts."
I thanked him for delivering this gift, although I was not sure what to do with it. He reminded me that I had already paid for it; it was mine by rights.
As he stood to leave, I dared to look straight at him. "When it is time for you to take me, I will be ready to go with honour."
Death paused to look back at me, a scarlet silhouette in the mid-afternoon. I showed him my hands, clean of any wrong-doing. He nodded and series of images flashed in my mind's eye; all manner of violent deaths and accidents. Among them I saw the things I dreaded most. These images frightened me, but Death assured me that they were not for me.
"When I come for you, it will be at the hour of your choosing. You will leave with dignity." With that solemn promise, Death turned and vanished from my sight.
~*~
There are two versions of this picture: the original I painted and a photo manipulation I did just to see if I could. Both are included in this entry.
Stock Credits for Photo Manipulation:
Cloak - http://ailinstock.deviantart.com Skeleton - http://sadestock.deviantart.com Key - http://nighty-stock.deviantart.com/ Texture - mine Checkmate"Checkmate," declares the Game Keeper.
"Yes!" Drevan roars in triumph. "In yer face, Carl!"
"Not again," Trollsworth groans as the defeated Carl takes exception to Drevan's smarmy victory dance.
~*~
Stock Credits: Game Keeper - http://mizzd-stock.deviantart.com/ Dragons & Troll - http://ehtele-stock.deviantart.com/ Chessboard - http://gorjuss-stock.deviantart.com/ Chess pieces & background - www.ImagesAfter.com EmptyIt's not about being selfish. It's about being empty. Being empty means having room for blessing to come.
-Rosa Lee |
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