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« on: February 19, 2010 03:20:36 PM »

Swap thread

Green = sent
Blue = received
Purple = received and pics posted
Strike through = feedback given
Orange = Sending late with communication
Red = Contact me ASAP

blupaisan sending to:
     curiousfae ~ Part 4
     kartiana ~ Part 2
     sailorgirlbonk ~ Part 3
     stellou ~ Part 2
     thatkid ~ Part 3
calluna sending to:
     katara ~ Part 3
     jayla614 ~ Part 1
     thatkid ~ Part 2
Dr.RubyDoomsday (replacement partner) sending to:
     jayla614 ~ Part 2
curiousfae sending to:
     blupaisan ~ Part 2
     katara ~ Part 2  
     stellou ~ Part 1
     thatkid ~ Part 1  
     thatkid ~ Part 4

jayla614 sending to:
     calluna ~ Part 2
     Dr.RubyDoomsday (replacement partner)  ~ Part 1
     katara  ~ Part 1
kartiana sending to:
     blupaisan ~ Part 1
     sailorgirlbonk ~ Part 1
     stellou ~ Part 3
katara sending to:
     calluna ~ Part 1  
     jayla614 ~ Part 3
     curiousfae ~ Part 2  
sailorgirlbonk sending to:
     blupaisan ~ Part 5
     kartiana ~ Part 3  
     stellou ~ Part 4
stellou sending to:
     blupaisan ~ Part 4
     curiousfae ~ Part 3  
     kartiana ~ Part 1
     thatkid ~ Part 5  
thatkid sending to:
     blupaisan ~ Part 3
     calluna ~ Part 3
     curiousfae ~ Part 1
     curiousfae ~ Part 5  
     sailorgirlbonk ~ Part 2
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« Reply #1 on: February 23, 2010 07:21:37 PM »

I've received from Dr.RubyDoomsday! Hurray!  Cheesy
My story was Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. Dr.RubyDoomsday crafted the 2nd part of the story but I am going to quote all 3 parts here.

Part 1: It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

Part 2:
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

Isn't it beautiful?!  I LOVE it, thank you so much! I hope you will like my illustration half as much as I liked yours.

Here is part 3 so you get the whole picture:
But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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« Reply #2 on: February 23, 2010 07:48:32 PM »

this is awesome!!  %%%% swap anxiety %%%%%

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« Reply #3 on: February 24, 2010 09:57:31 AM »

That came out beautifully!!!

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« Reply #4 on: February 24, 2010 11:01:59 AM »

So pretty! I love the colors and how they layer each other  Smiley

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« Reply #5 on: March 04, 2010 09:01:51 AM »

I received an absolutely gorgeous page from blupaisan!!! I love it and it fits my story perfectly!!!

My story is the creation myth from the Finnish Kalevala. Its a little long so here is a quick summary  Smiley

Creation and the Birth of Väinämöinen. Ilmatar, the virgin of the air, leaves the loneliness of the sky and moves down to the sea, where the wind impregnates her. She drifts upon the waters for ages, pregnant but unable to give birth. A magical bird flies by and lays several eggs on Ilmatar's upraised knee. As the bird sits brooding in the nest, the heat makes Ilmatar jerk her knee, and the eggs begin to change. One breaks open and the lower half becomes the earth, the upper part becomes the sky, the yolk becomes the sun, and the white becomes the moon. During her thirty-year pregnancy with Väinämöinen, Ilmatar sculpts the cliffs, coves, beaches, meadows, forests, and other features of the earth and sea. Finally, Väinämöinen forces his way out of his mother and floats on the sea for another eight years before he reaches land.

          Part 1
She, the virgin of the air,
Beautiful maiden. Nature's child,
Long maintained in holiness
Her eternal maidenhood
In the far-horizoned heavens,
Level meadows of the air.

But in time she wearied of it,
Was estranged from this odd living,
Always being by herself,
Ever living as a virgin
In those far-horizoned heavens,
In those vast and empty spaces

So at length she then descended
To the seawaves down below,
To the open clear sea surface
Out upon the open ocean.
Suddenly a storm wind blew,
Out of the east an angry blast
Blew the water to a foam
Heaving up the rollers high.

By the wind the maid was rocked,
On a wave the maid was driven
Round about the blue sea surface
By the whirling whitecaps lifted
Where her womb the wind awakened
And the sea-foam impregnated.

Thus a full womb now she carried,
Long she bore her burdened belly,
Seven hundred years she bore it
For nine lifetimes of a man,
Yet the borning was unborn,
Still the fetus undelivered.

          Part 2
As the mother of the water
Aimlessly the virgin drifted:
She swam eastward, she swam westward,
She swam south and northwestward,
Swimming round the whole horizon
In the anguish of her birth pangs,
In her belly's bursting pains.
Yet the borning was unborn,
Still the fetus undelivered.

Then she fell to weeping softly,
Said a word and spoke out thus:
"Woe is me, the water wanderer,
Luckless girl, misfortune's child!
Now already I'm in trouble,
Shelterless beneath the sky,
Ever rocking on the seawaves
To be cradled by the wind,
To be driven by the billows
On these far-extending waters,
Endlessly repeated billows.

"Better had it been for me
To have stayed the airy virgin
Than to be as I am now
Drifting as the water-mother.
Ifs too cold for me to stay here,
Painful to be drifting here,
Wallowing in this watery waste.

"0 thou Ukko, lord of all,
Hear me, thou the all-sustainer:
Come, 0 come where thou art needed;
Come, 0 come where thou art called!
Loose the maiden from her misery
And the woman from her womb-ache;
Come thou quickly, soon arriving
Where thy help is sooner needed."

to change your image viewing settings please click here Beautiful page by blupaisan

to change your image viewing settings please click here Closeup, see how perfectly the emotions show on her face!

          Part 3
Then a bit of time passed over
Like a tiny rash of rain,
When a scaup, the honest bird,
Came on hovering here and there
Searching for a nesting place,
For a spot to build her home on.

She flew eastward, she flew westward,
Flew to northwest and to southward
But she cannot find a spot
Even in the worst of places
Where to build her needful nest,
Where to take up her abode.

Hovering, fluttering back and forth
Thus she thought and pondered it:
"Must I make my home on wind,
Build my hut upon the billows
Where the wind can blow it over
Or a wave can wash away?"

So the mother of the water,
Water mother, airy maiden,
Raised her knee above the surface
And her shoulder from the wave
As a refuge for the scaup
And a welcome nesting place.

Then that scaup, the lovely bird,
Fluttering round and hovering over
Spied the water-mother's knee
Lifted from the sea's blue surface;
Took it for a grassy tussock
Or a tuft of new-grown turf.
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« Reply #6 on: March 04, 2010 11:51:10 PM »

These illustrations are absolutely gorgeous!!!!

I have now received from Blupaisan and I had asked my mum to make one of the remaining pages (I hope this isn't in breech of the swap rules)

1 -Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.
    It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blosso
ms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.
    One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
    'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.
    'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.
    He was a very selfish Giant.

 2 -   The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
    'How happy we were there,' they said to each other.
    Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.
Blupaisan has followed my love for asian etchings. I must confess that I don't know what the symbols are but this is utterly amazing - made in ink and watercolours
 3 -   'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'
    But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
4 - One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
    What did he see?

 5-   He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.
   6- And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.
 So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.My mum has painted this little beauty in acrylic paints and the fence is iridescent
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« Reply #7 on: March 05, 2010 04:14:36 AM »

OK, I'm only stalking this swap but I have to say, blupaisan your work is stunning! I love how Ilmatar is reclining in the waves and how the frame becomes part of the picture. And wow! to the giant page! I love how the wall comes toward you and how the little houses go up the hill.
And stellou, I believe those symbols are "summer" and "winter" respectively.

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« Reply #8 on: March 05, 2010 07:12:39 AM »

I agree, blupaisan you are amazing!

and stellou, thanks for sharing your mothers page, you have not breeched swap protocol by having someone else craft one of your sections  Smiley

I'm starting to get some major swap anxiety! Today is the send out day and I will be rushing to finish and crossing my fingers that my pages turn out as well as the ones I've seen!

I have also received my page from stellou and will be posting pics soon, and it is contributing to my swap anxiety  Wink

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« Reply #9 on: March 05, 2010 11:18:56 AM »

Part 1 of my story! I cannot believe this, but stellou hand wrote the section as an extra!

I love the waves! And the scene is captured perfectly!  Cheesy

stellou was worried about crafting this scene (becoming pregnant by the wind), but I think it is very tasteful and I would show it to my (future) children without a second thought. Thank you stellou! I love it  Smiley

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