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About Me Member Multimedia Artist SusannahStarkFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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lighting

Mon Apr 20, 2009, 6:54 PM
my room often has wonderful natural lighting in the afternoons... the sunlight pours in at different levels everyday,creating painful brightness in some places and a great softness in others... its wonderful! especially when my point and shoot digital is able to capture it

  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Soundgarden
  • Reading: The Great Gatsby

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ceiling-watching cannot match the sky and clouds, so i will float away my life of fragile/gentle breathe

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  • Current Residence: connecticut
  • Interests: languages, psychology, sociology, religions, reading, anything messy
  • Favourite movie: Moulin rouge, Edward Scissorhands, Fight Club
  • Favourite band or musician: Depeche Mode, Smashin Pumpkins, Blonde Redhead, Minus the Bear, Strokes, Black Keys, Led Zepplin
  • Favourite genre of music: indie, alternative, 90's, 80's, jazz, classic rock
  • Favourite poet or writer: Catherine Fisher, Philip Pullman, Vladimir Nabokov
  • Favourite style of art: nice colors and contrast
  • Tools of the Trade: charcoal, pencils, acrylic paints, spraypaint

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:icontormentedwhore:
thank you :)

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:iconcrashintoyou-x:
thank you :hug:

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:iconesraart:
hi,thank you for the fav+ :)

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all beauty must die?
:iconnocturnal--supremacy:
thank you =)

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I am nothing more then darkness in the night.
:iconmotionlesssndtrk:
thank you so dearly for the fave and watch :hug:

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.

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