Sorry I've still been absent., my vision isn't getting any better and I have no clue when anyone will get to see me about it.  So they'll still be faving an running

I managed to finish a piece a few weeks ago but just got time to post it tonight:



I hope you've all had a great weekend and you and your loved ones are well.

As always thank you for the support, your comments, favs and watching me are greatly appreciated.  

Feature yourself
Okay so this is where you get to pick one of your works, post a thumb link (not a page link please) in the comments below and I'll do a feature of your wonderful works    If you can think of someone else whose work you think deserves a include the thumb for that as well - the more the merrier.

This is also gives me a chance to catch up on what I've missed.


Okay so now I'm off to bed


Remember, Never Give up and Never Surrender :salute;

All these clubs have my pemisssion to display my artwork:

Okay so still faving and running - you know what they say "When it rains....
...........  it then proceeds to throw hurricanes, cyclones, earthquakes and general apocalyptic hell at you"  

So that's about where I'm at and again my apologies for the little time I can give, birthdays I may miss and whatnot - I just hope  your all well
and   hope it's an awesome day if I do miss your BD.

A serious question for anyone who feels they have time to answer -
Do you feel that with the use of the internet and the use of Digital Art - Adobe PhotoShop, Coral Painter, Poser etc, etc, etc....  that the Art World has become "too" saturated and "too" fickle?  Have these things made it easier to make a living doing Art or have they made it harder?

I'd really like to know what you think about this whole thing.



Remember, Never Give Up and Never Surrender ...... unless or a White rabbit by a hole tell you too - because they just know when your scr***ed   

All these clubs have my pemisssion to display my artwork:

My apologies for the faving and running, (I know how much some people dislike it), but I have things I have to deal with so this will be going on for the next week or so.

Take care

All these clubs have my pemisssion to display my artwork:

EDIT Not long after I posted this   gave me the lovely surprise of helping me out and I can't thank him enough.

Here are a sample of some of his wonderful writings:

White Sunday 286: hoveringit is the most painful of times
knowing you are in pain
or ill
or turmoiled
and I am set away
unable to comfort you
to reassure you
to stand between you
and all the avalanches of the world
but in truth
I am there
maybe not allowed to manifest
and that is difficult for me
a man who always likes
to wear the cape and save the world
but I would rather fall
guarding you from darkness
than stand
anywhere
in the light
and maybe
just maybe
you draw some small solace
from my devotion to you
reasoning that I am not
someone who wastes his time
on lost causes
but simply
and earnestly
loves you
and wants you to be
happy and safe
William F. DeVault.   all rights reserved. no more second chanceswill you mourn me when I am gone
and the clock continues, past the killing blow,
impassive to the mess it and I conspired
to leave behind for others to sort out?
will you mourn me when I am gone
and so many words were left unsaid, the truths
that frightened us both so much that we lied
and said nothing when our souls screamed?
will you mourn me when I am gone
and we failed to get to certain things we felt
needed to be done before the sun set
and now I can never speak again for myself?
will you mourn me when I am gone
and you read between the lines in all my poems
and find who I really was, and what I was,
and what I had hoped would pass before the end?
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved. packing for Avalontravel light.
a stray memory.  a scar
barely healed, but just in time
it sealed what was left of my soul
away from the viccisitudes
of this obstacle course,
this proving grounds
we call life.
such are the lovers.
such is the nature of love.
travel light.  hijacked hearts
litter the street paved red
with kisses and near misses
that define us, fitting tributes
to misprint Mandylions
where grave and graven images remain.
the stain of sweat.
of regret.  the wet whetting
of appetites beyond comprehension.
carving ourselves up as feasts
for the beasts we released with a word.
cunning, running messengers
of heaven-sent contentment.
the obvious defeats the village idiot.
maybe room remains
for one more hand me down heart.
one more tribute to Hephaestus,
who we find the greater romantic
than even mighty Aphrodite, deluded
as she is by the power of her loins,
pillars that Heracles never set,
but serve as goadsigns.
the ship sails soon.
and I must be ready.
I must fi
standingon the edge
on the ledge
take the pledge
that the sedge withering from the lake
will not be the path that you take.
Blake or Byron, not defeat with Keats.
seize the sky
never die
dare to cry
'gainst the lie that the past makes tomorrow
as sorrow burns away and you borrow
coeur rage from the sages in stages.
rain will fall
pain will call
gain it all
caterwaul the passions and survival
in a revival of a religion carnival
in the manner of the Romans, Bacchus broken
for a token more than the bartering of everything.
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved. elder godsI worship the elder gods.
the gods of love and joy and peace
who are facets of the one
but whose domain has been since time began
looking out across the void
and saying, with hope and vision,
that there needs to be life
and light and love and above everything
faith in way the world unfurls
I worship the elder gods.
the gods of inarticulate happiness,
whose voices are those of children
and the people who never let go
of butterflies and catching moonbeams
on your tongue at midnight
that you might know the truth
and understand the way things
are supposed to be, in this world
I worship the elder gods.
with kiss and touch and poetry
that transcends memory and dances
of a sad-eyed kitten in the corner
as she strives to find the steps
that will bring back innocence
and the perfectability of two,
cynicism abolished by dreams
that rise like fog from a lake
I worship the elder gods.
every stroke of skypaint and cloud.
every scent of cinnamon and raspberries.
every texture of a woman's body
and e centricthe question recurs.
should I be selfish, self-centered.
take more than I give?
how do people live
with themselves like that?
even as a child it made no sense to me.
we are at our best when we give.
when we live
for others.
lessons learned.
best, shared.
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

If you find the time I highly suggest you check his work out for yourself.


Tis the last feature before my sub runs out  so it's a big one (as I'll be a non premium member for I'm not sure how long)  

As always many thanks to you all for your support, comments, fav's  they are greatly appreciated

Remember if you haven't received an invite and Looks like a group you'd enjoy please feel free to note me or the group.

I may not be around as much over the next week or so as I have some medical things that I have to sort out - so be good and take care


.... and the Feature .....  (if I missed you I'll get round to it )




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Remember Never Give Up and Never Surrender

All these clubs have my pemisssion to display my artwork: