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....when the ball ends the mask remains...stock photo ~janina
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Wandered way back in time in my gallery! 
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actually i should thank you for making so brilliant art
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I added one of your pics to my favs but hadn't looked at the rest of your gallery yet. I did tonight, and wow 
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Thank you very much for the sweet words. Where is Or. do you hail from? *is a transplanted Oregonian living in Alaska*
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I'm in Salem now, but came up from the Calif. Bay Area (Vallejo) in '87. Too much rain and cold though. I like it hot
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aahh... You ought to try transplanting from Oregon to Alaska! lol..makes Portland look like the tropics.
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wow this is so beautiful and emotional...
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You've been featured in an article called "Don Thy Masks"! [link]
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wow! ฤฑts creepy and secret and meaningful.congratulations.
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um.. please remove it, this is NOT stock, it is an art piece. Thank You.
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omgosh im so sorry... >< i though it was... im very sorry
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obviously you did, I mean. you credited it as such, but what would make you think it was stock? I'm not mad just curious.
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i was doin a picture and i just looked at mask stock.. and i had to webpages up.. and i think i got them mixed up... im really sorry... i took it off
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np, I was just hoping it hadnt some how ended up on someones stock gallery or something.
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yeah... im eally very sorry... its a lovey picture tho :] sorry for the mistake
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I was looking masks because they are interesting to me. But I saw your work and I was
Great work, absolutely great colors and I like your comment about it, too.
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Thank You very much. haha, I had to go see what I had written 
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"There are times I feel I am some misshapen thing, a creature who wears his illness inside the illusion of a body that does not betray the damage done." -Patrick Lane
This artwork carves so very deeply and I'm thrust into the awaiting abyss...A staggering piece!
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i really loved how it just gripped me emotionally. very great piece.
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Thank You very much.
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amazing work young lady...
I can relate on many levels
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I have a 'thing' for.. love affair if you ask close friends 
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a poem I keep near and dear to my heart...( I am Lakota Sioux on my Mothers side)
Feathers and paint, kohl sticks and smeared
pigments, cerulean blue beads, scales
and links of chain mail heaped on a rough
wooden table in a narrow room, four
hurricane lamps lighting it up. This is
the maskmaker's workshop on the avenue
of greater dreaming, a place only open
at night.
I have come to find a new
face and body, a truer expression
than the one I see in the mirror. Here is
the Lakota ghost shirt, feathered and white
and clacking, and stone jars of pale
face paint. Here is the zippered leather
mask of a fetishist; it gives me a chill
because I think it can only destroy
identity, not reveal a deeper one. I move on, to
Carnival masks, a crocodile headdress I linger
over but know is not mine, a harlequin's
cloth face of fixed hilarity, a beautiful
smooth gold mask of the sun. These all have
power, but none are mine.
Then the maskmaker
enters, a lush woman serene and regal as
the moon, her eyes blue and lively behind
a simple silver domino mask. "You want
to be a serpent," she says, picking up
a length of python skin and putting it down
again. "Or an angel, above everything." She lets
white silk run through her fingers. "Or
a manitou, with a face that shifts like the sky or
water, changing to fit your needs." She shakes
her head.
"But you are not those things." She lifts
a bundle wrapped in gray cobwebs. "You are a
spider. Lonely architect. Thought-maker. Weaver.
Moving in two worlds. Poison-head." She unwraps
the webbing. I see segmented legs, glossy
black mandibles, and something scuttles under
the trapdoor of my heart. Not a lion, then, or
an eagle, but this feels right. She holds out the spider
mask, sticky filaments still trailing, and eases it
onto my face. I see with spider's eyes, geometry
and possibility and vibrations in the air, corners
and spirals and prey. The legs on the mask wrap
tightly around my head and I
wake in my dusty bedroom,
looking at the corners where the ceiling meets
the walls, thinking
"I've never noticed how much
a spider's eyes resemble diamonds."
Tim Pratt
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brilliant!!
Thank You for sharing!!
(*is 1/4 native on daddy's side*)
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kind of creepy, but i LOVE it!!
definitely a fav!
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