She looks almost ethereal :o

Wow! thats awesome Maq, Jarfond like, tis good work you do oh furry one hehehee

owo...so pretty

So perrttty

Dear god that's so pretty <3 Gah, now I wanna draw backgrounds moar, I need to practissssssse o_o

Oh, also..

I'm not worthyyyyyyy

If I see that I'm not sure how I would react :/

Scary! I'd have very mixed feelings if seeing this in the forest.

But nice colors and good work!

Beautiful :3

Dear Maquenda:

I am speechless and in awe. How your heart soars when inspiration strikes! :> It's a true delight to bask in the aura of a piece as beautiful as this one - the joy of your creative process is absolutely transparent in this piece, and as a viewer I had little choice but to share in the emotional heights that guided your paint brush.

You often say you cannot write, but perhaps this is a good example of the phrase "a picture is worth a thousand words" - pictures like this are poetry in their own right.

This is definitely one of my favorite pieces from you (I am almost tempted to say THE favorite - but that would make it sound like I appreciate your other artworks less xD ). Thank you for sharing such a beautiful creation with us.

This is my rather embarrassing effort at a fan-poem. Try not to hate it too much. :P

Against a viridian canvas laced with gold she stood
Silent like the trees, gentle like the moss
Solitary yet burning like the morning Sun

A single glimpse
An image forever engraved
Of life, and beauty, and innocence unspoiled before time.

She is the scent of leaves
The breath of wind
The dews in the webs
The glitters in the Sunlight
Woven into her flaming red hair.

Nimmeth
Lady of White
Lady of Light
Lady of Life
And dearest of mine.

Before viridian leaves bloom,
before dawn's exalting breath,
before the fall of sky crush to velvet hush,
a dream lucid pressed into I.

Eyes unseeing colors bloom,
lips unkissing love forespoke,
hands unfeeling weave hopes ceiling.
And there and there we wait awake and yet asleep until time forgets so she may yet beget.

Vermillion dawn will you awake what beneath like crimson sets spark to fire?
Come lady dawn and sunset fury
Come wide to catch the every dream
until the slumber falls away
and there and there we are to stand made whole beneath your widening eaves.

Hee I'm spoiled <3 two beautiful poems!

words come easy for us when an inspiring soul is before us <:. If only you may forgive our cheeeesiness!

Wow, I love the beautiful and mysterious atmosphere that you've captured here!

And yay for Scandinavian music!

So surreal and dreamy looking, absolutely stunning work :3

You have the most mesmerizing and emotionaly influential art I have seen in so long, I adore everything you draw so much ~ !