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"WarLord" Comic Character Study, Fan ARt First illustration
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Wolf, Wildlife study illustration for a publication
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Pat Hart is a wonderful lady and Native American in ancestry and one of my tutors.
Chris Hart is not related, I think it may be that the names are spelled so similar.
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This is the service I have
photobucket.com
Remember that images must be jpeg format, they store and load better. Jpeg is a compressed type of file, it is a little more squashed too allow for storage and posting
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gun looks a lil along the line of a thompson
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I asked my instructor about Renaissance clothing how to illustrate such items
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Here is a photo of the bodice that should be a much wiser attire choice,
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"Captains Courageous" always makes me cry with actor Spencer Tracy
it was one of his best roles
"The Black Swan" with Actor Laird Cregar who played Henry Morgan, some of the romantic stuff with actress Maureen O'sullivan is great she is a saucy woman, but I like Laird Cregar
I really love Errol FLynn
some info from a web site..
"Sea Hawk"
Captain Blood, a novel about piracy by Rafael Sabatini, features a character, Peter Blood, whose adventures are reportedly based on the piratical exploits of Henry Morgan. In 1935, the novel was made into a movie starring Errol Flynn -- and features several Captain Blood movie sequels.
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http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZgizzysroom
She has blouses, chemises, cinchers, pirate dresses,
mens attire, skirts she is an excellent seamstress
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I took a red leather vest, a poets blouse, some costume sword items, a pair of matador pants and some nice leather boots and this was for my earlier Pirating days, for my art shows and what knot
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One of the Dresses I purchased at an estate sale and HAVE to keep in a Cedar lined closet
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Ran across the Wake of Pyrates Way Pyracy.com since I was..,
working on pirate Wench costumes items on ebay, Continue to search for a place to research pirate artwork Renaissance and pirate garb
This seemed the most friendly waters and port.
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Waitress job
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I carried my art supplies in a plastic tote box back then, cumbersome and not user friendly.
I keep my artwork in this sailors small wood chest that was my father's sea chest. He served in the Navy. the chest has many sections for supplies. I have mountains of pencils, old and new.
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I keep Christopher Hart instruction books for sketching and art study The book is called "drawing Cutting Edge Comics", It shows the planes of the face, hands and feet, I have One "How to Draw Manga" book,
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Captain Kidd 55' Schooner Reservations 281 334 5433
www.tropicalexpress.com
Scheduled Day Sails
USCG inspected to carry 28 passengers
If you are ever in Texas the Kemah boardwalk way, You must charter a voyage it is only two hours if you have teens, on this vessel I have been on excursions many times WONDERFUL
There are some pictures of my excursion on my web site
I will look through the pictures on my site
Look here for pictures of the vessels under sail
http://tropicalexpress.com/boats.html
they charter some very gorgeous vessels
Here is one under sail, I am behind the Captain with my camera photographing the ship as she makes her way out from the harbor
http://www.crowsnestvintage.com/9301.html?...;img=47#gallery
http://www.crowsnestvintage.com/9301.html?...;img=47#gallery
You will have to click on the picture so that it will view a little larger on your computer screen
Her she is underway, this is the Charter operations site photos
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Barnes and Nobles also have books, I have books from
Half price books store in my wooden art box
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Sunrise of the coral Rose
The Romanian gypsy girl Serena flashed her eyes, and then dropped an embroidered kerchief to the ground. In the first nights firelight, her trials as a young girl would arrive at their fruition. All marriage-aged girls would show at the campfire tonight.
A scarlet scarf lay draped across her beautiful hand carved mirror. Golden earrings were tossed carelessly across the same dresser that had been a wedding gift to her parents. Sweet perfume was awaiting her in a blue crystal glass container. A rose lay upon her skirt and blouse with the remnants of dew still remorsefully clinging to its tender petals.
Fragrance from the lilacs she had plucked the evening before remained in the damp morning air. The coral colored rose mysteriously appeared on the windowsill of her caravan wagon this morning while the skies still showed purple and pink in the firmaments. Tonight an age-old tradition would be presented to many of the gypsies. Her father was full Romanian gypsy blood. Dark haired and green eyes composed her looks. Her mother was a fiery-eyed diminutive Italian woman whose gorgeous face did not seem to be marred by the passing of time.
From somewhere out of the early twilight night the ardent howls of the timber wolves played a symphony of haunting night music. They too seemed anxious.
Her dance began in a slow methodical rhythm of guitars and drumbeats. At first she slowly paced her steps and pirouettes to the tempo of the beautiful gypsy music. Her skirts became a kaleidoscope of satin ribbons as she danced by the crowd. Like the morning sky colors had proved to be such a spectacle long ago, so the nights events sped by it seemed. Several eyes caught her movements and followed her progress about the dancing flames that bathed her features.
Flamboyantly clad hosts hovered nearby anticipating the night's events. She caught her slipper once on a fallen log but tossed her head with a cat like grin and quickly remedied her situation. It was then that dark eyes followed her from somewhere out in the dark and vast wilderness.
The ruggedly handsome features of his countenance were at once turned, peering unblinking at the angry gleams reflected from the firelight onto a golden object. In his dark conscience many secrets stole away and were never revealed to anyone. Dark were these hidden thoughts and secret mysteries, as dark as any guilty man's conscience. Alas, his reverie was shaken by another quandary.
His only link to his tribe was an aged ring that was given to him as his father lay dying from an arrow wound. His plans would serve him well. Only this shining heirloom could save his onerous hide.
For without wearing this one ring the gypsy nomads strewn about the campsite were to slit his throat. He again scrutinized the bejeweled coat of arms in yellow gold reposing about his trigger finger. Ruby jeweled eyes glared defiantly up at him from a miniature lions head carved into the sparkling gold on this ring. A golden dragon complete with emerald eyes circled about the other side of the ancient ring. He marveled at the craftsmanship.
Verdant orbs shifted their tenacious gaze to then ponder upon the softly dancing tongues of flame. His brashly clad hosts hovering about were more dangerous than the sand scorpions that inhabited the sweltering desert sands and grasslands, and just as wily. The breathtaking beauty of a young girl caught his eyes once more and then he made his move.
Whisked away on the winds were all creatures that once composed his enemy's campsite. In one flowing movement all had vanished, just as the great sandstorms came upon an unwary traveler. In those treacherous storms all who did not seek shelter perished in the onslaught. Only footprints remained in the sands left as last testaments and witness.
A muffled scream escaped and fell on only two sets of ears. Across a black as midnight steed she is kept prisoner and they were heading away from her beloved gypsy caravan. She heard the tell-tale hoof beats strike across the grasslands as they sped past her favorite lilacs. Perhaps this assailant had presented the coral colored rose. Her heart leapt, as does an eagle as he takes to his powerful wings alighting from a cliff precipice.
She was brusquely dropped across a satin divan. Left to partake of her surroundings she composed herself, brushing stray locks and whisps of silken chestnut tresses from her heart shaped face. In the dim light shadows and silhouettes played tricks on her young impressionable mind.
From a golden goblet fresh dates peeked at her. Wine awaited in an ornate goblet. Gradually her eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Across the tent she found waiting two freshly plucked coral roses. She rushed forward outstretching her arms and quickly gathered the precious flowers against her heart, a teardrop slowly graced her slightly blushed cheek.
All of a sudden she heard the rustle of heavily beaded curtains. She slowly began to turn toward the darkened masculine figure outlined against the portal, as the tear drop slipped unbidden down her beautiful face. She had never been so frightened in all her life, except when she had been cornered by the wolves when she was a young child of only twelve years. She recalled that memory as if the same scenario was right before her eyes.
copyright 1977 Sea Sea Writer Movie Studios
Serena, Gypsy princes to be continued..,
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these were trays, not sure if you would seek these here is a nice one
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewI...em=130266565200
has artwork of the "laughing Cavalier" by Frans Hals
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You need a pirates chest of gold, However, make it a pirate cooler drink storage chest of luscious drinks to quaff and replentish thy soul. You could get a wood support structure built around the doubloons chest where you could stock a small make shift bar. Have small refridgerators with supplies and store nice nautical themed party supplies, drink straws, swizzle sticks, small bottles of fruit drink mixers. small party trays. I have a gorgeous Nautical theme Ice bucket, ice buckets have ice tongs, unless someone drops them. Wooden circular serving trays or even tin ones with pirate themes artwork. Steins and mugs and pewter serving wares
Here at your refreshment stations, you could place parrots, an area for the nautical theme decanters, glasses plastic or glass, bar supplies, gold coins, pirate Decor, Captain hooks hook, parchments maps, reproductions of course, on these reproductions parchements maps place the Drinks, liquors that are Offered at your Bar, Create Artwork that is the name, theme, art direction for your bar. Call your self the proprietor.
Have small chests filled with make believe treasures and pirate items. Place them where your guests will find them.
Create area with pirate themes such as sitting areas, Make fun of the Ladies and Gents rest room needs, use nautical terms to describe them
There by the Pirate cooler, seated or standing by the treasure chest could reside thy costumed Vagabonds and perhaps have some recorded Jargoon for your pirate Actors to taunt the Thirtsy guests with!
Ah A mermaid, Ye must needs a luscious wench mermaid near about the fountain.
Letters of Marquee, Wanted posters, would be good just photoshop them. Put the nautical mayhem posters about where ever Ye please.
Keepers for the weapons and a hanger for cloaks, a large pirate theme guest sign in book kept where guests can sign in. Mirrors with nautical themes, Seashell lamps. lighting ambiance, stools, captain chairs, old whiskey decanters with nautical images,
http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-Whiskey-Bottle...6QQcmdZViewItem
brass nautical items, ships wheels, Any old dive equipment, oars, paddles, oil lamps, ship lamps, old books, you can get them at some libraries.
Old oil painting with Windjammers on them, you can even get nice prints that are gorgeous and less expensive
http://cgi.ebay.com/1963-VINTAGE-SCHOLASTI...3QQcmdZViewItem
Oh Merciful Heavens, Clocks, Nautical clocks, and The Moby Dick books, any old Fishing gear of course watch for hooks, small nice wood boat models.
The Reef Restaurants, Texas city texas has beautiful decor and delicious foods to! Let me look that up
here are trays not really expensive, great to decorate or serve on
http://collectibles.shop.ebay.com/items/Tr...d=p3286.c0.m282
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Captain Morgan items I found this link and it seemd to be G rated
http://www.wearyourbeer.com/captain-morgan...CFQKNxwod11yUOg
This has quite a listing of Rums
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Nice christmas items pirate*theme very welcome here
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A flourish of the feather plumed hat, I would like to ask a simple question concerning rum. Has anyone obtained and relished this type of Rum
http://www.atlanticorum.com/Atlanticorum.com/Home.html
I thank Ye fer Ye kindnes Good Soul
silver butterfly's wings,
in Fiction
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Second missive
My silver Ying dog slips his bejeweled collar, tugs free of leash
Romps ever bound tumultuously over rough-hewn fence
Happenstance that mongrel is fleeing after golden tawny Yang cat,
Alas, this balance, of my earth, has it tipped upon its very axis?
How can a fool such as I have been balance destinies scales?
Rustling plumage, a flurry of breezes has beneath ebony wing tips bestowed
a sudden magic.
Alas, as hemp wrought bracelet slips from my delicate wrist, destiny circlet,
how destiny entwined its soft folds, the etching and ebbing of life's tell tale patterns, mysteries untold,
In time, patterns in time, woven loosely, tightly, they define, a manifest moment in time,
Gargled, caw, caw, noises rocks a trees foliage laden branches, low to the sacred ground,
Brother crow, guffaws his laughter, mingled with mine.
In his feathered throat he brews a cacophony of earth's news
A Stream beckons, it's ripples timeless, immortal are these tempestuous thoughts, in the air soft Grey wings,
Egret tests her velvety primaries, secondary's and Tertiary's,
Soft silky feathers Test again the air, then ignites a reflection of suns rays upon a silken rose petals leaves faire,
and stays subtle as the day as she gathers her taffeta petticoats of prairie
grasses in from a swift rain..,
At eve'nin' time, moon beams now settle in for an encounter,
Brush, touch a whisper, to my tear stained face, then a fleeing glimpse of the forest tapestry
Frightened in the still soft night, a forest babe alights,
from it's haven in the brush's soft light,
Wind chimes, a sensuous symphony delights..,
Cool sapphire waters, the taste, how it lingers in my soul,
Springtime's moisture, spoken words, now mere echoes, memories of old,
Leaves form a cradle, fall leaves form a chickadees bed,
Falling softly in forest's slumber, somber brown, and red;
Hush; sleep, my cubling, downy dreams of days gone, fragile images fail,
awaken at Twilight, softly nightingale she calls, alighted upon a weathered fence rail,
Haunting, beckons her song, how sweet though tragic it's tale
Such Tales she trills from her feathered throat, tales of Geisha girl pale, and Warrior gone, on wind's Song,
The tears of a Dragon slip slowly down his turquoise scales.
an excerpt from night reading unrivaled, A flourish of the feather plumed hat
Adeau