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Published: 2008-08-27 22:19:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 8597; Favourites: 163; Downloads: 0
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One of a kind polymer fantasy sculpture by Nicole West.New piece for the week of August 26, 2008
Special thanks to Miss-Mosh for the gorgeous inspiration for this piece. See the original photo here: [link]
Additional photos of this sculpture can be viewed here: [link]
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Ha! Totally looks like a pose Mosh would do, too 
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fantastic beauty!!! thank you to both of you..!!
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she is so beautiful, i love how you place them upon objects & in frames and such.
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Thank you so much! I have to get back to the frames.
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wow, i thought this was real at first! amazing work.
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I recognized this as Mosh before even seeing the description. Well done!
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wow! When I saw it I immediately thought about miss Mosh
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She was the wonderful inspiration behind this piece! Gotta do another one of her, but which one..........
Thanks
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Yes they are all gorgeous
I would suggest this one:
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or this one
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Well the bottom shot on the first one is a definite. I bonded with that shot as soon as I looked at it. Keep an eye out for it in the future!
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Ugh! Exquisite! I'm just in awe! Did you send Miss MOsh a link, she's usually really cool about coming and looking at fan art!
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I actually asked her permission before I even made the piece. She loved it and hopes I do more! How cool is that?
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Thats awesome! I'm such a fan of hers!
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Here is a poem, inspired of this work. Thank you, Nicole.
It is called "Courtesan".
Liberate yourself and fly to points of light, hung in a sky
of indigo and blackest dust, that begs a silence of our trust
that we may lay in tempted fall, behind the battlemented wall
where we may share a secret sin. What leaves with us we hide within.
For there are none who know for sure, what slip'd dreams we must endure,
to dare to bear more than mere skin, beneath our membranes, thin
with sorrow, unexplored, our laughs we hide behind the sullen wrath
that we cannot let slip by day. And moments like this fade away.
Where you have offered up the pain, that I may feel alive, again,
where epic falls adorn my crest, and fate from my hands yet shall wrest
illusions of a destiny or choices I had made for me, in voices
I cannot repent. And thus your touch is heaven-sent.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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That was beautiful William. Thank you.
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Beautiful! I love her mask and the expression on her face!
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LOVE IT!!! She's gorgeous, just blows me away!
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Your so kind, thank you!
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Lol, well I don't consider it a doll since you can't pose it, dress it or play with it. Figurative sculpture is more like it. Glad you like it!
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That is absolutely breath taking. I love it.....how do you do that...LOL.
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Oh, thank you so much! I don't know how I do it. Just kinda happens...like magic.
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you are welcome....that is were true art comes from.
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