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--100 Picture Challenge---

Please make sure to copy whole journal (list and rules below this point).

The point of this challenge is to test and improve your skill as an artist.

The rules:

1.) Make 100 pieces each one having a theme listed below. Only one theme per piece!

2.) No time limit so have fun!

3a.) Pieces should be of own artistic ability. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the DA etiquette policy. Your pieces can be anything from sketches and doodles to great masterpieces. Just have fun with it.

4.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that...
A.)You are in the challenge
B.)What you have completed

5.) Make sure to update this list with a link to your deviation.

Now the good part. CHALLENGE YOUR FRIENDS. CHALLENGE ME.

THE LIST

1. Introduction

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TEHTY
2. Love
3. Light

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TEHTY
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying

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TEHTY
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation

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TEHTY
48. Childhood

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TEHTY
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower

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TEHTY
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head

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TEHTY
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror

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TEHTY
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have

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TEHTY
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

Meh vants tu parteyh!!

Viimeksi Anski oli blondi kolme vuotta sitten.

Hui.

Jos luet tätä, jos silmäsi liikkuvat juuri tällä hetkellä näiden sanojen yli, ole kiltti ja kirjota kommentti, jossa on muisto susta ja musta, vaikka emme edes puhuis usein. Se voi olla ihan mitä tahansa haluat - hyvää tai huonoa. Kun olet tehnyt tämän, laita tämä omaan päiväkirjaasi ja ylläty (tai kauhistu) siitä, mitä ihmiset muistavatkaan susta.

Mulla on taas ihan erilainen pää kuin oletuskuvassa. Tai no ei ihan. Vähän on hius kasvanut ja omistan jopa jonkinlaisen jakauksen.



TEITÄ KIINNOSTAA.

Ei näitä Anskin päiväkirjamerkintöjä kyllä voi päiväkirjamerkinnöiksi sanoa.

He kävelivät kadulla rinnakkain, rinnakkain
Niin että vastaantulijat joutuivat väistämään

He huusivat kadulla toisilleen, toisilleen
Niin että ohikulkijat kääntyivät katsomaan

Tuskin on viisasta kiipeillä katolle loikoilemaan
Tuskin on viisasta kiipeillä loikoilemaan

He halusivat samoja poikia, poikia
Niin että iltakaudet joutuivat kärsimään

Tuskin on viisasta kiipeillä katolle loikoilemaan

He huusivat kadulla toisilleen
Huusivat kadulla toisilleen


TÄTTÄRÄÄ

Eilen. Niin.

Eilen tapahtui suuria asioita.
Karhu levitteli roskia talon pihassa Kalakankaan kylässä.
Suomi sai tietää Sean Combsin eroavan pitkäaikaisesta naisystävästään Kim Porterista.
Anski leikkasi hiuksensa.

Niin. Eilen.

Piktures ov tät letti juu sam dei shäll sii. Mii juu promis.

well I'm a little birdie
and I eat all day
if you wanna kill me
I don't mind
I'll die anyway

I'm gonna hang myself
in front of your window x2
yes I'm gonna hang myself
in front of your window x2

kill yourself
my little birdie
and I'll just spit
on your grave

yeah

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented
and wander dark hallways alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave

She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams

To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."

-Tim Burton