You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' ~~~Eleanor Roosevelt

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Obsession Collage Challenge

I love having the time now,
 once again,
to participate in the
Obsession Collage Challenges!!


Itkupilli and Elgia have been hosting 
this awesome challenge for
 the past  year and always provide
 us with some really awesome art themes!! 
Of course I love their art work,
 digital collage sheets, and
lovely backgrounds and headers! 
This background is one of Elgia's
 and I love it--
it really describes my mood
when creating Dark Art!!!! 

This weeks's theme is
NIGHTMARE
and the image is the painting of artist
William Adolphe Bouguereau’s

Dante and Virgil in Hell!


I didn't use the image provided for the challenge
 but instead used some art work from
  a free downloaded of a Dover Sampler.












I combined three of the pictures together
to create my interpretation of 
 Nightmare!

I didn't go by the story but rather my imagination
as I began to create this image! 
 Nothing would be more of a nightmare
 than to be in a deadly situation
with a sinister stranger watching nearby!
 Does this evil stranger help the victims,
or is he more satisfied
 to calmly watch their struggles 
as their imminent death approaches!?!

                                          NIGHTMARE!!


Thank you for looking at my Dark Art
 and visiting my Spooky Site! 
The 6 images of  "THE RING" are free images
 for your Halloween or Gothic art work. 

The image from Collage Obsessions is
 not free
unless you join in on the challenge!
So get inspired!
Click on the Obsession Collage Button
 at the top of the post and
make some art for this awesome challenge! 

Bewitch me with your comments!!!!

Bewitch me with your comments!!!!

Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

The Poem "Dark Rosaleen"

O my Dark Rosaleen, Do no sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the Deep. There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green; and Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen. Over hills and through dales have I roamed for your sake; all yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake. The Erne at its highest flood I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Oh! there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! All day long in unrest to and fro do I move, The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you,love! The heart in my bosom faints to think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen;'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne,'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! Over dews, over sands will I fly for your weal; your holy delicate white hands shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,from morning's dawn till e'en, you'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills! And one beamy smile for you would float like light between my toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood, and gun-peal, a slogan cry, wake many a glen serene, ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!