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Sigrid's bears
Published: 2012-03-12 10:26:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 9226; Favourites: 804; Downloads: 306
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From a dream
(It wasn't my dream, though! Sorry I can't answer all questions about it)Watercolor, ink, gouache, white gel pen.
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Nice dream! Like the colours you've used here. Keep it up!
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Congrats on the well deserved DD!
Have a nice day!
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holy crap your good -wishes i was as amazing as u-
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Hey, I've been drawing for a looong time, I'm sure you'll get here too if you stick to it
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However! I just thought about it, and I do have epic dreams, myself. Mostly of the scary-epic variety, but I'll take what I can get. At least sleep time is not boring.
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I'm sorry, everything is well drawn and all, the bears, and nice idea too, but I faved this only because of the sky.
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I sure don't mind 
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Thank you! I'm glad you like this
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Nice picture
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Thank you!
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Wow. 
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It didn't have a happy end, no. The bears were being executed... BY MAGIC LIGHTNING! It was still pretty cool, obviously
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I live for painting ominous skies.
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pare a fi gradina zoologica de la timisoara...
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That sky is just gorgeous! The colour and the rendering and those white highlights - it's so striking, and dark and moody and I love it. I love the painting on the bears as well - the one in the left foreground in particular feels so shaggy, especially where the chains sit around his neck. I love the sense of an untold story to this
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Cause that's what she dreamed. Oh and then they die, too.
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Wow! You captured a fantastic scene with fantastic feeling... I love the colours you used 
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Wow! Fantastic job with those colours and textures!
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It's beautiful. *_*
Kind of reminds me of "His Dark Materials" by Pullman... guess it's because of the bears.
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I haven't read that, but since it has bears, maybe I should! I'm glad you like this
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It's the thing with the golden compass.
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Ahh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who has some bizarre/artsy dreams. 
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Thank you
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Ooh, sure! :3 -thinks- How much detail do you want? I'm one of those people who can talk for hours about dreams if you don't make them shut up
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I want all the detail that you find somehow inspiring. I want to know what things looked like and how they made you feel in the dream.
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Hm...
One of the most interesting dreams I've had recently began with my family living back in the South (in particular an area that was pretty heavily damaged by Hurricane Katrina in 2005, though I'm not sure if that got much foreign coverage?). We were in our old home and we'd been suffering through terrible electrical storms for months. Scientists had finally figured out that they were being caused simply by technology; all the electricity in the air was building up in the atmosphere and causing ridiculous amounts of lightning. So there was a lot of flooding from the rain as well as fire from lightning strikes, and most of the country was a disaster zone. The landscape was all wet and burnt, all the trees were broken or felled, and most of the birds and other animals were dead. The sky was usually either black or white, and it was always silent.
I was sitting in my room in the midst of stacks of boxes and unwanted items, listening to a little radio. Some government guy was talking, informing citizens about evacuation plans. Apparently the weather was going to be volatile for the next century or so, so we were going to try to recolonize a few major cities elsewhere. Australia was the only country that would even consider letting us build on their land (and even they were only willing to give us a few coastal and outback areas, but everyone was grateful anyway). Everyone in a certain region of the South was supposed to leave on a ship in New Orleans in about four or five days. That meant us. The Coast Guard was busy helping with actual evacuation, so they weren't going to enforce it. Anyone who wanted to stay could. My parents refused to leave. They didn't think it was worth the effort to go and live in a crowded refugee camp. So that day, I forced back all my fear and frustration, packed up a few valuables and all the money I had, and I left to go find a friend in the Midwest. I hadn't been able to contact her for months since the Internet was obviously not working, but I thought I might be able to go with her family.
Getting there was a blur. It was just a relief to be there. She lived in a nice planned community with big houses, and everything was just as white and dead there, but I was among friends. I thought everything would be okay. Then a storm came through. It rained for hours, it flooded, and her house was destroyed. I was on the top floor when the floor started to crumble, and I was convinced we were all going to die, but somehow we didn't. Since one of her brothers was in the army, they went to get some kind of special Army transportation and left me with the keys to their car. I felt betrayed - I started to ask why they wouldn't just include me, but then I thought I might as well start being self-reliant. In a way, it was empowering. I spent a whole night alone in the collapsed house, just thinking about what to do.
In the morning I drove all the way down to the port at New Orleans, where there was just more destruction. The sky was a mean bluish-gray color, but the sun was near the horizon and you could see orange and pink through the stormclouds. There was bumper-to-bumper traffic on every highway because one of the major bridges had been totally obliterated. Children and adults alike were pressed to their car windows, crying or complaining or just staring in disbelief. I saw a few hopeless drivers steering their cars over the crumbling edges, just giving up. I felt cold and distant from everything. I told myself I wouldn't give up like that; it was the only way I could really motivate myself to keep going. The traffic wasn't moving, so I got out of the car and went to talk to a man in a yellow hard hat. He was overseeing a giant machine (looked like some sort of crane) that lifted the cars over the gap. He said he'd been recommending everyone to get out and walk, but nobody wanted to give up their cars or their luggage. "Luggage is okay, but not everyone will be able to have their vehicle transported to the colonies," he said. "There's a hundred-dollar fee." I had about $150, and that was all. I wanted to save it. I took one bag with my most important things, climbed down the bridge, and walked across the rubble to the loading dock.
They weren't very big boats, really. All dirty and slightly derelict and already overflowing with people. In the spur of the moment, I decided to instead hitch a ride on this little tugboat-type thing that was going to lead the rest of the boats. The captain saw me right away, but he didn't mind. He was an African-American man with a red baseball cap and a nice shirt. He said his name was Lewis and he smiled at me. It was the first smile I'd seen in weeks, maybe months. There was a boy my age with him, a really gangly, freckly redhead, and they said that if I didn't mind helping out with a few things, I was welcome to stay.
I went to the back of the boat to find a place for my stuff, and there were children there. Children of all ages, some of them looking like they'd been trampled. It was terrifying. "Their parents just left them on the docks," Lewis said. "That's what panic will do to people...." When the boats started leaving the dock, the boy and I sat in the back of the boat and watched the kids to make sure they didn't fall overboard. We didn't have anything to feed them or warm them, but the boy was pretty good with kids and he taught me how to hold a baby and how to make some of the older kids laugh. There was an incredible feeling of insecurity in the air; I think everyone was afraid. One little girl saw her parents on the boat behind us and she cried for hours.
As we approached the port in Australia, the sun was coming up. Something was glittering on the horizon, and once we got closer I could see that it was actually thousands of people milling around in the early morning light. Everything looked a little bit red and yellow, even the water, though it was hard to see because the sun was so bright. The people on the other boats were screaming and cheering even before we got close to the landing dock. Everyone on our boat was silent. It really was amazing, though, considering we hadn't seen pure sunlight and open sky for months. "Welcome to New St. Louis," Lewis said. For the first time, I actually felt hope. Then when the boat laid its anchor, it was over.
Wow, what a wall of text.... I'm sorry. 
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That is an amazing dream. It is confusing but it follows a story line which is surprising because long dreams like this don't always. You have an incredible imagination
Have you considered writing? Your dream is beautifully written, and makes me want to know more. Thank you for sharing this experience!
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Aw, thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed reading all that so much...I remember feeling a little guilty after typing so much. XD I love writing, and have for a long time! I guess I can call myself a "real" writer since I have a solid manuscript in the works for once, though I'm still far from being a published one.
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I apologize for the belated reply! I did enjoy reading it a lot (I just re-read it in fact
I know exactly what you mean by the guilty feeling
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Definitely definitely. To quote a fellow deviant (whom I have just discovered):
"it doesn't matter if a piece of artwork is trashed by the world -
As long as the artist knows its significance,
There is no shame."
That includes writing, of course
Oh, I wouldn't worry! It's really very small. Every time I visit I find everything just like before, it's a lovely little town, and a great place to grow up in.
Oh, were (sorry, I'm often confused between 'where' and 'were'... I try my best but still usually use the wrong one
That's a very good level! Very commendable, considering how hard it is to learn German for outsiders (and even for us at times, haha). I'm the same with English, better written than spoken. (:
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Ahh, of course! I truly appreciate the support.
Also, this is a bit of a tangent, but your page says you're from Germany -- may I ask what region? I spent last July studying German in a place near Munich, and I'm hoping to live there one day. ^^
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