Well today I did not much of anything, I worked a bit on my quilt, yes I am doing an hand made hand painted quilt.  If the ones I have planned to do goes over well I will continue to make them if not... then I guess I have several quilts of my own. Things got bad today, stress stepped in and off to the woods I went.  Yes, the woods. I live on 116 acres and sometimes when depression sets in, this is like a world by its self.  I found myself a nice little oak tree and sat.  There I cried for a long time, once I started I could not quit.  I spoke to someone ... well actually to myself or any of the creatures that were listening. They heard all my problems, all my desires, and all my failures.  You know, I feel better now, my eyes are swelled and I know in the morning I will look like crap but at least in side of me I feel better.  Now maybe I can get on with some creating!!! A friend ... well a couple of friends have set me back on the right path and I think now is the time to push my way into the art world and the publishing world.  I am not getting any younger. (slight laugh) So I am off to sleep for a bit and then when I wake up it will be time to plan my ideas and how to acheive my goals.  Sorry about all the spelling errors in this but it is almost three in the morning and I am really needing sleep.  Farewell to all or if any that visit my site, I shall return once again with another out-take from the novel I want to publish.  Till then may all your dreams come true and may everyone be safe.

Nite

Please excuse all the errors and such.  It still has to be edited.  Well actually it is being edited by my comp, professor.  I just wanted those that visit here to know I can do a bit more than paint.  I would love to hear what you think.  Farewell and be safe. Isobell

Evil Seeks Revenge

     Screams of ending strength intertwined with a lower, softer cry of agony and dreadful pain.  The clang of sharp cold steel floated on the winds, while the smell of blood and burning flesh filled the air.  Gallant steeds pierced the ears with their shrill shrieks of fear and anger as their riders pushed them onward into the cold brutal battle. 
     The sky was dark with thick gray clouds that swirled and rolled, as lightening flashed across it.  Each illuminating bolt would shed light to everything below, showing the mass of evil warriors trying to defeat the warriors of light and hope.
     The Prince of Darkness reined the troops that fought against those of good. Though his battle was being forged against all in the realm, it was one warrior that stood out in his mind most of all.   He had watched that warrior touch many that were once controlled by his evil.  The warrior's soft words seemed to melt away the darkness that fed on them.   This faithful warrior had become a twisting thorn in the Prince's side for so long of a time and now it was his turn to destroy the one called Isobel!
     The battle was massive on this day.  There were werewolves fighting werewolves and vampires against vampires, Dark Knights who slashed at the Knights that possessed true faith and honor.  Neither soul nor creature were safe from the destruction and madness the Prince had bestowed upon them.   When this battle would end, the bloodshed would have turned the grounds a crimson red and the air would reek of death and destruction.
     Amongst the hideous dark battle and gray mist, a majestic steed of shimmering gold pranced and stomped.  Its muscles rippled with every movement, while its long mane whipped in the wind with each toss of its head.  His long tail trailed on the ground behind him, white in color except the tips that where now crimson from the blood upon the ground.
     The rider of this golden steed was none other than Isobel, or known by many as “The Gentle Warrior.”  Her long blonde hair whipped from side to side as she slashed and stabbed at the evils that stood in the way of completing her goal.  In her hand, she held a two handed sword of bright radiants.  The blade was like that of the suns' rays and the cutting edge seemed to burn like a fire's blaze. 
     As rider and steed continued in their battle a soft, sapphire glow engulfed them both.  Everyone in the battle knew that the glow was one of power and blessing.  Only the warriors that were smiled upon by the Council of Twelve held this type of aura about them.
      The golden steed lashed out with massive hooves, striking down upon the enemy's bones, leaving them in twisted masses as it forged onward.  Its legs were dripping with the life giving fluids from the wounds that marred them.  Yet the steed kept his stride, twisting and turning, snapping with his sharp white teeth trying to protect his rider.
      Isobel looked back over her shoulder from time to time.  Her eyes would fill with sadness as she saw many of her friends being slain by the hands of evil.  The only thing her eyes would catch sight of was the death and destruction. This time it would be a far better sight she would see.   Her emerald eyes locked upon Cain as he battled with another foe.  It did not take long for him to sense her glance.  With a thrust of his sword into the enemy he turned to look at her.  A loving smile crossed his face, showing his white fangs that hung slightly over his bottom lip.  The two knew there would always be closeness between them, but they also knew that each of his or her heart belonged to another. 
     Only seconds passed when they were called back to the battle at hand.   A pain shot through Isobel's leg just above her knee.  In one smooth motion she turned in her saddle with her sword held aloft.  As her eyes met that which caused her pain her blade swung down severing the head of a vampire from its body.  Blood rose up like a fountain out of the body that jerked from shock as it tumbled to the ground its nails taking flesh from Isobel's leg as it went.  The pain seared through her for only a moment then numbness covered her. 
     Isobel knew that in the realm of Prodigence; to survive one had to learn numbness.  This numbness had to be from body pain and most of all heart pain.   Feeling nothing was one lesson the warrior caught onto quickly. The Council of Twelve made sure of that.
     Isobel's weight shifted back and forth in her saddle as the two pushed onward, striving for the desert on the other side of the dark lines. She worked her blade from side to side giving a deathblow to any that were near.  She could hear snapping and cracking every time her steed's hooves crushed through the chest of those who lay on the ground. 
     It had seemed like hours of fighting and killing when Isobel and her steed broke through the mass.  Isobel reined her steed to face the horrid battle they had just faced.  She took a moment to look over the battlefield, reflecting on how many of her old friends would survive this dreadful day.  She knew many would not live to see another night. To keep her sanity she pushed the thought into the furthest corner of her mind. Instead, she thought of those who would live to tell this  story to their children.    In years to come this battle would only be a memory in the realm of  Prodigence.  Taking a deep breath she sheath her sword and reined her steed again.  Only this time the two of them would leave the battle behind them.
     The golden steed  reared slightly as he spun around and broke into a high stepping run across the open wasteland. The sand was thrown high into the air by its feathered hooves, as each stride created a muffled thud against the sandy ground.  The warm wind whipped across Isobel's face giving her a moments comfort.  She remembered her days at home riding her own horses across an open field on a summers day.  What had happened to her normal life? One day she is an adventurous girl and now a warrior struggling to survive.
     Several miles had passed when the two arrived at the edge of the Dark Oak Woods.  This was a dense forest mostly inhabited by evils, but on this day all those were in battle.  It was made up primarily of large very old oak trees, that twisted and bent, and their low hanging branches looked like arms reaching down toward the earth. Among the oaks, sickly trees of different varieties stood.  They continued life trying to grasp some light beyond the oaks.      continue their growing but many had given up on life and now stood leafless.  Thorny brier bushes huddled in masses at some points looking like an evil fencing placed about to keep all intruders out.
      Drawing back on her reins, the steed slowed his run to a majestic walk.  Isobel's heart fluttered with strange uneasiness as a cool breeze floated out of the woods and brushed her face.  A slight shiver traveled through her body and all her senses were alive.  The woods held an eerie darkness that would make a stranger turn away.  Everything was quiet and still, not like the horrible battle she had left behind her. 
     Taking a deep breath Isobel tightened her legs into her steed’s side, he responded with a graceful walk as he managed his way through the dense forest.  Isobel's palms were sweating against the leather of the reins, as her heart pounded out a warning for her to keep on her guard.  She wasn't sure what she was looking for but she knew it had to be something unusual, something that would lead her to the one responsible for all the pain and suffering. 
     Isobel had gone some distance into the dark forest, when the eerie trees stepped aside, giving way to a clearing.  In the middle of the circular clearing there was a large hole with ebony granite steps leading down into the darkness of the soil.  A mystifying, faint green mist rose up from the hole as if it were a witches cauldron brewing over a high flame.  Isobel nudged her steed toward the swirls of black and green.   At the top of the steps, the steed stopped, his head tossed with unwillingness or perhaps he sensed what laid in store for the two of them should they descend into the darkness.  His large dark eyes held a sense of foreboding.  
     Isobel leaned to one side of her saddle and looked down into the darkness.  The leather squeaked and crackled as her weight shifted to one side, sending the noise down into the hole where it was then sent back to her but only more eerie in sound.  
"I know boy, I don't want to go down there any more than you do, but the fate of Prodigence is left up to us."  She whispered softly.
     Isobel leaned back into her saddle and gave the gallant steed a gentle pat on the shoulder.  She could feel a slight quiver in the tense muscles of her steed, which made her fear rise up in her throat more definably.  She swallowed hard several times before the tension was released and allowed to settle in the pit of her stomach.  
     With a slight tightening of her heels, her steed stepped, obeying her command.  His stride was extended and he descended the steps, taking three or four at a time.  It’s steel shoes clang out as they struck down against the hard granite causing an echo to break the silence. The vibrating sounds made it seem like several riders were descending instead of a lone warrior.  Its long, flowing, white tail trailed the stairs behind him, making it resemble a rippling wave upon an angry ocean. 
     At the bottom of the stairs, Isobel drew back on the reins; the steed stood silent awaiting Isobel’s next command.  His ears twitched forward to back, listening for the slightest sound of trouble.  Isobel's emerald eyes scanned the odd damp surroundings.  She could see skulls formed the faint lighting, with candles stuck down inside of them. The tiny flames danced with the air causing strange shadows to illuminate on the floor and ceiling.   They were placed neatly in a row down a seemingly long, endless corridor.  

copyright 2006

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Hello anyone that listens, I am back to post in my journal once again.  Life has not been simple lately, and I ignored all the things I loved doing.  Like this web site... I enjoyed doing it even though I never thought I would get this far with it.  Sometimes we let life get us down, and our hearts grow very heavy, I feel these are the times we really need true friends.  I myself have many friends in the world around me but they are so far from my home that I very rarely get to see them or visit them.  Then we all get caught up in our own life events that we forget to call or e mail or get together with those friends. 

This is where I have been, looking at life with all its bad things and not its good things.  I left my fantasy world behind, my majick, my love of just being here.  I was stuck in the worlds walk of depression, and reality, being the artist I am that is not a good thing.  You can lose youself quickly and that was what I did. 

Today I logged on and found an e mail from a very new friend I had met on line.  I don't know this person very well yet ... they sent me an e mail worried about me.  Wondering if I was ok, and if they could help me just let them know.  I cried, and cried, and soon the tears turned into smiles and then slight laughter.  I was amazed that with all I had gone through lately and what the world and the people were doing to each other that a friend that I met here with no face would wonder about me.

My life isn't simple by no means, but there are far worse in the world than I, so with just that simple e mail I realized, myself again and out of the darkness I climbed and thus the reason for me typing tonight.  They know who they are and I want to thank them for their words of kindness.  I don't know you but I will carry a love for both of you forever.  Thank you once again.

Love Isobell

Don't forget to check out these two sites and my own.

http://isobelscastle.bravehost.com

http://www.christianedore.com and http://www.lorange-art.com  two of my favorite artists.

Greetings to anyone that listens,  my life has been pretty steady for the past week.  MY horse has been put off on coming to my home until the owner has time to come check out my farm.  She is really a nice person so I know things will go right.  I can't wait to meet her, and finally set eyes on the horse of my dreams.  I love unicorns and what is the closest thing to a unicorn to me but a Lippizzaner... it will be like owning a piece of my fantasy world that I live in when I paint. 

Well everyone, if you come here you need to check out a couple of sites.  I have been there and let me say their work is awesome.  These two people seem to live in the same fantasy realm as I when it comes to their art work.  They are both very nice people and I think you would absolutely love their work so pleeaaaaassssseeee check their site out.

http://www.christianedore.com/   and   http://lorange-art.com/   I know everyone I know would love these two artists.  Thank you Christiane and LorAnge .   

I am sooooo sorry everyone, like I said I am an artist not a web site designer, ( sighs ) so here is your ticket to my site until I can figure out how to get this thing working.... http://isobelscastle.bravehost.com  if you want to see my art and be sure to sign my guest book.  Thank you all and please be patient with me.  Farewell for now and all do be safe.

Isobell

Well, Dreams, that is what they are Dreams.  Nothing in this world comes without a price tag.  Yet sometimes one over looks the things that are truly a dream and become depressed over what they can't have because money is involved.  Just a thought.... Well the gallery was great, I loved Mr. Worthington's work.  I will be in the Gallery but only two of my pieces, and they will be the small ones.  I so wanted the altar piece to go but perhaps another time.  I had tossed around the thought of my own gallery, while I was driving back the two and a half hour trip from Columbus.  No I will wait, if god is willing I will one day get my foot in the door and be on my way with my art. Until then I will remain happy just having others view my work on my site, sign my journal and guestbook.  Besides I meet better friends here anyways. 

As for the Lippizzaner horse, well, the owner is coming to see my farm in January, so all please keep your fingers crossed for me.  I know in my heart Oc is the horse that will fill the deep gapping hole that my first horse left in my heart the day he passed away.  I would think any horse would love to run on over two hundred acres once use to it.  Oh well, I will keep praying and finish the oil painting I am doing in his honor.  Perhaps in a few weeks it will be on my site for all to see.

Well just a small poem to let everyone know a bit about me.  I think it is time for everyone to have a peek inside the mind of this artist.

A Red rose is a falcon, A white rose is a dove

A red rose speaks of passion, A white rose speaks of love

but to thee I give a cream white rose with flush upon its petal tips,

for a cream white rose bud holds a kiss of desire upon its lips.

By ??  I do know he is a british poet... one of my favrites yet for some reason his name is slipping from my mind... must be the confusion of the day. 

Good nite

Well I hope by tomorrow I will be able to get the pics uploaded.  I can't wait to see it all together.  I don't much care for the colors of my site but oh well these will have to do. I welcome anyone to post a thought or perhaps a feeling they got from one of my peices.  or if you prefere just write.  Let me know what you think of my first time building a site.  Thanks and all take care

Farewell and be safe.

Isobell

11-06-05