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Don't accept her bouquet..Please tell me your story about this painting.
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she reminds me of the sohee from ragnarok haha
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Awesome, I love this one!! *faves!*
To me, it looks like: A beautiful girl waits in the forest with a deadly boquet. She looks to innocent and sweet, yet sad and remorseful for something. What lies on the surface is a kind girl who needs help, or someone to care for her; however she only waits to kill whoever makes the mistake of falling into her trap, to administer the deadly, bittersweet poison of the flowers she carries. The only question, which must be among the last thoughts of her victims, is: Why?
Wow, I was just reminded of a line from the book I'm reading "Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood" (Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop, great series.)
Really awesome, and I think it's cool that you wanted people to decide what it means to them, rather than just saying what it means to you, the artist
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She looks like a spirit or a demon using her bouquet to mimic the way the venus fly traps catching butterflies to eat, except with men. Her face looks kinda sad, and the fact that she is rooted to the ground makes it seem like she doesn't want to there. She's stuck with a life she doesn't want.
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oh my gosh, that is amazing!! you put so much into that page! i can never do that, you got a story across and those venus fly traps are CREEPY! just like the chick, wow.
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a very interesting take on the classic "never trust a book by it's cover"
I love the bright 'halo' she appears to have around her head, almost glorifying her presence...I also love her expression too, because it's very hard to figure out what she is truly thinking..
she almost looks mournful, but for the butterflies or for herself I'm not sure. It really puts the mind to work <3
but yes, absolutely lovely
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hmm......
well, I started reading people's comments before I thought about it for myself, so it probably defeats the purpose, but I'll have to (kinda) go with what ~Slayde-Vasiere said: a plant that uses a woman to lure men in for food.. although I kinda see the girl surround in a field of venus fly traps, rather than being the plant herself...
or... now that I'm really thinking about it: it's a girl who is trapped among these venus fly trap plants... that would probably be my first reaction... I'm the type of person who likes the damsel in distress theme, so that's how I usually think, but I like ~Slayde-Vasiere's idea better: it seems more suiting.
(Hope that helps)
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She's lost Princess who entanglement to the fate/complain/desire/Grief,hope there's someone listen to her,come accept her bouquet,wish there's someone love her as she don't ever like to be alone in labyrinth of the forest.The bouquet meaning it's her life and hope/wish)
As In the same time,she hope to get freedom,those butterflies meaning as freedom.However,She can't make her wish come true because those venus fly trap keep caught those butterflies.Venus fly trap meaning as difficulties/impede.
Probaly like that D: I guess
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Awesome pic! I really like the colors you used and the concept is really good.
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the beauty that induce a person comes to the death ,
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Wow this is beautiful! I am so happy to see a new pic up!
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For me she is just the goddess of nature,the most colorful one...
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I am interested in your story about this, Luciole. (:
I imagine that she lures her in with her glow, much like a siren. Accepting her bouquet would give her power over you. She could do with you as she delighted.
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She was in love with one man, the man only recognize her as a friend. time flies and the girl can't endure her wish to confess, and when she's going to do it, it was already too late. the man has died in a tragic accident on the way to meet her.
Unable to face the reality and her guilt, she stays on top of his grave with her hands holding a bouquet and she whispered "I love you" every couple of seconds. Poisoned by love the girl succumb to darkness, her body started to change, fusing with the grave and her surroundings.
she never put the bouquet
after decades she was still there, alive, but somehow changed, her upper body still looks like human being but the rest of her body's definitely out of the question. people had to stop using that graveyard, of course because they fear her and also because some of the people that want to get rid of her gone 'missing' after trying to do it. before long the citizens deserted that little town.
another few decades passed, that town have become a forest
being unseen, the girl's whisper grows, luring visitors of the forest to get near. she will offer her bouquet, in exchange for the very life of the visitor.
after 'her meal' she will smile and say " Just a little more meat for your new body dear, and we'll be together again"
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boom that's it XD, I don't really know but I feel there should be this kind of history to it
although after writing it, I feel my story is not even that good XD....
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beautifully done, the dark colors add to the atmosphere.
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I don't know if anyone already made this idea up already because i'm too lazy to look through proubably 10 pages of comments but my thoughts on this painting is that she holds in her hands the story of life.
the butterflies and greenish background represent how life is beautiful.
the venus fly traps represent how everything must die eventually.
The girl is sorta like a godess
Her facial expression is neutral, sorta like the sun which has no expression, its neutral, it gives life to everything and it does not care if someone dies or if someone is born.
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ItΒ΄s the hidden danger of something beautiful. You did a good job of making the deaths of all these butterflies almost invisible. And the colors you chose create a creepy atmosphere, especially the green tones of the background. They symbolize poison.
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Seems like a gold digger to me. I guess I see it as more of a metaphor than literal poison/ eating people.
She'll captivate her 'lover' with sweet words and silken caresses; make them lover her, NEED her. Then snatch their life away in the blink of an eye and be gone.
Makes me want to write a poem it does. XD May I?
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I love this. Very cool. This is the story I came up with.
There once was a woman who had never loved before. She lived next door to a neighbor with whom she barely talked to, and her days consisted of housekeeping and walking through the forest. She was lonely, though she never admitted it to herself.
Upon trekking through the forest after a long spring day, she spotted something a bit off the trail. Being the ever-curious person that the woman was, she slipped off her shoes and want to what she found was a man.
He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. His hair was the colour of monarch butterflies and his face and body looked so delicately handsome. In his hands were beautiful flowers, that complimented his silvery eyes. The man was wrought with pain though, and the woman could tell that he was very close to death. From his beauty and demeanor, she immediately fell in love with him. He told her of his travels and how he had been hurt, and she told him of her life alone. He told her he had no one else, and to take the flowers in thanks for finding him. Then he became tormented with pain.
Maybe for her loneliness, maybe for her never feeling love. Maybe because the man was not a man at all, but she could not find herself able to leave. She sat and waited with him, retrieving water from the marsh within walking distance. Nothing seemed to help though, and she waited for help but none would come.
She cried for a lifetime and held the wounded man's hand, trying to think of how she could help the only person she felt to care for. She wept for many moons, until no more tears came. The woman opened her eyes, only to see her hand tangled in a Venus fly trap's roots. All around her the plants had popped up, as if drawn by her tears. The man was no where to be seen.
Butterflies forever flew around her as a constant reminder of the man, which filled her heart with never ending sorrow. She never let go of the flowers for fear that she would have nothing left. And she sat, waiting for help to come along the worn forest trail.
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Thats an amzingly great story for the picture!
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Thanks so much! I'm glad you think so.
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She was gathering flowers for the grave of her family; suddenly, butterflies shot up from the meadow, claiming they were the ghost of family and showered her with love 
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wow how beautiful i love it. its so mysterious XD and kinda scary hehe
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That's, whoa, that's feeling is difficult to express. It's sad, morbid, and ironic. And pretty...I think.
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Inside of a stomach. The most wonderful things we eat tend to make us feel the worst but we're so conditioned to it that we see it as a good thing. So we keep on eating and being sickened and we love it because it's supposed to be beautiful. perhaps the curse of devouring other lives in order to sustain our own.
you asked
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Wow, the glowyness of this gives it a really mystifying, enchanted feel. Looks brilliant
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It's the Venus Fly-trap made human! "If you dare to eat the meat that she herself offers, then you will be poisoned!" That's what I thought of!
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Hm. For me it feels as if that bouquet is her life and everything that she has and everything that she is is that bouquet. Maybe she is giving away her bouquet because she is trying to (in some way) do away with her life. Maybe the bouquet reminds her of pain and of sorrow, that she can't bear to do away with it, but at the same time can't bear to keep it.
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This must me one of the more horrifying paintings I've seen from you yet. It's beautiful, but deadly, and you did a wonderful job portraying it.
The story I see is that she was once a beautiful lady in her village. However, something went wrong and now, she is earthbound spirit, unable to move on.
The butterflies are her only friends and she uses them to lure young men and girls into the deep jungle, so that she may have even more friends. When the butterflies lured the people deep into the jungle, the people 'die' on their way there because they decided to stop for a rest. In their dreams, they meet lots of other young people who were just like them. Those people promised to show them a place of eternal peace, happiness, a place where anyone could just play and laugh all day, if they were willing to follow them. Most do and believe they are resuming their journey when in reality, it is their souls that has turned into butterflies and were flying with the other butterflies.
In the deepest part of the jungle, in the center of it all, was the spirit of the beautiful lady, living amongst thousands and thousands of butterflies. When she sees them, she welcomes them with the sweetest and warmest voice they've ever heard and suggests that they take a short rest on the fly traps before they began their play.
The fresh souls did as she asked, very tired from their long journey. Unknown to them, the fly traps ate them, and digested them to become a part of the girl. Once their soul is eaten, they can never return to their bodies, and remain as non-physical butterflies, just like the ones that lured them there, and become the friend of the girls for an eternity. Unable to return, most of their bodies either rot or are eaten by animals of the jungle and there is nothing their family can do to help them. Because they cannot find them.
Hopefully, that wasn't too confusing.
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Very beautiful picture and so many interesting stories. Should I dare write one? Well...
There was a dark yet beautiful forest that sat just outside a small village. One not particularly special day, a young girl's curiosity had gotten the best of her and had wanted to venture inside the forest. Now, it was fortunate that her mother had seen from the corner of her eye and stopped her daughter from succeeding entry. After a cry and a protest, her mother hushed her.
"Only when you are older."
"I don't understand why?"
"One long ago, there was a girl I had known as a child. Bamhi was her name and she was a beautiful as the brightest star in the sky. Whoever had even just spoken to her would fall instantly in love. But it had not been her appearance that entranced others, but her inner beauty. Her innocence was pure, impossibly purer than any child that ever lived in this village. With that innocence, came naivet. She was too trusting my darling, just as you are. A foreigner from a distance land came one day, promising the children many wonders from the forest. Her mother had not kept a careful eye on Bamhi and despite our protests had followed him into the forest. Bamhi would never be heard from again."
"But why only adults? I don't understand mother," she persisted.
"No more questions."
The mother looked onto the forest sadly. The foreigner, a man seemingly as enchanting as Bamhi, had lured her and Bamhi to the a beautiful garden with flowers that were so brightly coloured that the illuminated the small area beautiful. However, the foreigner had disappeared and they had been left alone. It was not soon after that the beautiful garden changed into a flytrap field. The bouquet of flowers that Bamhi held were engulfing her. Bamhi watched in horror as she slowly began to lose breath. However, sudddenly, she could feel the flowers losing grip from around her neck. She stared as tears streamed down the poor's face. The roots were piercing into Bamhi's skin and dragging her into the ground. She went to save her but her friend cried out in fear.
"No! Go now," she cried in warning.
If she had wanted to save her, it would have been too late . Her doll-like face was frozen in sadness and the flytraps had all dragged themselves towards her, but could not get past the flowers. Instead they settled her. She ran towards the village for help and told the story. However, when the elders reached the flytraps in the forest they were all aligned perfectly and Bamhi was gone. It was after Bahmi had disappeared that other children had become brave and insisted that they would find. They would find her, but in the process they'd never be found. Only children could see it. Only children--but the mother was the exception.
The innocence she had left that would find Bamhi. Every night in her dreams it would her innocence and the innocence of the long lost children. The children that laughed, cried, imagined, and dreamed wonders beyond any imagination. They would fly towards Bamhi, hoping she would transform as they had. Come Bamhi, be free, they would echo in the air. But Bamhi would not listen and the closer they got, the flytraps would devour them. The flowers would not let Bamhi go. They desired her innocence. But all they could do was keep her a prisoner. Trapped inside her shell, from the roots, from the flytraps, from the darkness was the purity that was Bamhi's innocence. An innocence that was so pure that not even darkness could in inhabit it. It would remain there, waiting to be freed by something just as pure.
Meh...everyone else had a better stories. Awesome picture again, makes you think. Will fav
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She was once surrounded by that beautiful green glow. It was her hope. The butterflies of her dreams swarmed around her. But Life is vicious, and it rose up over time and began to consume her dreams. The light of Hope began to fade. Whether it disappears completely or persists is up to her...
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As always, you astound me with the amount of detail you put into your pictures. (How do you not ... GO INSANE? Geebus, I'd get bored of the picture long before it you would've even finished painting the background! *O*)
The only thing that really strikes me as "off" is the face; the shape and proportions of it are just so ... china-doll-ish that it falls into my uncanny valley. What I'm more wondering about, though, is the spot in the bottom right corner that is brighter than the other uh traps and tree roots. If you intended to do that, it doesn't much look like it, in my opinion. It looks more like unfinished underpainting to me .... But hey, that could contain part of the story, right?
Anyway, I'm having a load of fun, reading people's stories.
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Once long ago there was a maiden by the name of Andrielle, meaning the light of the forest. Andrielle was a princess in a forest kingdom. She loved to stroll around the forest and pick exotic flowers, although her father's court advised her against it.
For long before her father rose to power, in their forest lived a malignant sprite empress who had ruled the forest with a iron fist. She was a jealous, vindictive faerie. All who came to her presence shuddered and cowered in fear.
That was until one day a lad of noble blood, Andrielle's great-grandfather with the aid of druid princess slayed the evil empress but not before she made her final curse.
That was on the very spot her blood was shed vicious flowers would sprout and all who desecrated on her burial spot would be cursed with a life worse then death. The flowers were named after her Venaisulu, or in english the venus fly trap.
Princess Andrielle, loved to explore the far outskirts of her kingdom. One day, it just so happened that she came across a part of the forest that was filled with gnarled roots. She stepped closer to observe such an anomaly. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that not only was there blackened gnarled roots but green flowers that snapped close upon contact.
Andrielle was unlucky enough to see a beautiful monarch lured in by its exotic passion red before it was snapped into a bloody demise. She gasped at seeing such an atrocity. She fled in tears, never had Andrielle seen the death of a living till that moment.
Later that night, when the moon was ripe, Priness Andrielle locked in a night trance she wandered deep into the forest to the grave of the Empress and flung herself into the "flowers".
The flowers tore her body to shreds leaving only her heart. Such a pure heart evaded the grasp of the diabolic plants, they could not consume it no matter what they tried. As its final defense mechanism, by some enchanted force, her heart transformed itself into a flower.
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She might've been human at one time; it's really hard to say.
She's been sitting in one spot so long just watching the butterflies
grow wings she's forgotten who she really was, who she might've been.
There's butterflies all around her. She grew to loath them over time,
trapping them, eating their soft bodies. To her, these butterflies embody who she was,
but she's always been that beautiful. All she has to do is look in a mirror.
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Wow. The poem you wrote embodies the train of thought I had for this beautiful picture. Very emotive.
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I love the melancholic and mysteriously intriguing atmosphere! Great use of lighting to bring our focus on the girl.
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"don't accept her bouquet"
the woman is luring the butterflies to her so the lower half of her body, the venus fly traps, can eat them.
my verion: she is a rich girl from a long time ago that died before her wedding. after she died, she, like all dead souls, was turned into a butterfly to wander the earth forever.
she was very in love with her fiance, so she made a pact with demons (or the devil). the demons tell her that they will return her to the world of th living if and only if she eats the souls of one hundred thousand butterflies. if she does that, then she will be reborn.
she really wanted to meet her fiance again, sowent around trying to snatch up other butterflies to eat. but she could never get them easily. the demons were sneaky, and said that they would grant her life again if she could prove that she was deserving of life.
the girl went to see a witch, who told her to use her beauty to attract the butterflies to eat. the witch exchanged with her a spell to allow her to grow venus flytraps out of her body for her most precious thing. the girl eagerly took the spell, and was so happy that she went out immediately to eat butterflies.
all the butterflies were entranced by her beauty, but th girl felt remorseful that she was eating human souls. try as she might, she could not stop them from coming to her. what she did not know was that with every butterfly she eats, the witch steals one day from her new life.
one day, she encountered her would be fiance in the forest. he was so horrified with her that he ran and said that she was a monster. the girl found no more reason to go on, but eventually, she fullfilled the requirement of one hundred thousand souls.
the girl became sad, and realized that there was no point in living, because she was stuck with the flytrap body, was not loved by her fiance, and had eaten innocent souls for a fruitless purpose. she became filled with regret.
so then, she begged the demons to kill her, but they were tricky. they made her one of their own, and so, she wanders forever, feeling sadder and sadder
THE END
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Like a Siren, she uses her exceptionally beauty and illusion to lure in the innocent vitcim. Who then gets fed on by the venus fly traps... She's probably the queen!!
Of course, it looks amazing. Wonderful background, and everything. Do you still do watercolour? OwO
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So, so beautiful. I like how everything in the painting eventually leads your eyes to look at her face. And she's got such a sweet, mysterious expression.
Hmm, what do I think... Maybe she was a girl who did something very bad, back when she lived as a human. She was run out of society, deep into the woods, where she stayed for a very long time. The forest accepted her as part of itself, until she could no longer be called a real human. Now she haunts the woods, luring those who are lost. She is desperate for company. If you accept the bouquet, she will never let you go, until you are also like her--part of the forest.
It's fun to think of stories behind pictures.
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a girl lost in the woods, probably after being chased there for being "different" in a mystical way. there she attracts both good and evil, happyness and sadness, and it is her future to make the choice between the two, though the other element will always knock on her door and follow her once not-chosen
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This is truly beautiful - one of my most favorite works from you! I love how everything blends in together.
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