Aleowo Art

I just got back from my vacation cruise to the Bahamas and was extremely glad to find this custom drawing waiting for me...

 

This piece was drawn by a talented artist of whom I stumbled upon while browsing deviantART. She goes by "alexowo" and her work consists of the dark and eerie coming together to create a unique beauty unlike anything I've seen before.

 Obviously, I asked for her depiction of me after showing her several photos and giving her a quick description of myself. I absolutely love her portrayal! 

Here are a few more artworks by Alex that I'm in love with... 

Click on each photo for a link to the original art page on deviantART.

Visit Alex today and admire her incredible works!

The Coyote's Howl

My coyote skull project is now complete! I'm glad I finished it before Halloween. But, even if it doesn't sell in my shop this Halloween, it would make a rather unique Christmas gift! 

"The Coyote's Howl - Gothic Halloween Taxidermy Wall Art Decor"

Modeling & Taxidermy

 I was playing around at home with a couple outfits for a photo shoot I had with a friend on the 25th of July; here's what I ended up wearing. I decided black and white would be the best look.

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In addition, I have a new animal skull (or, "bare-bone taxidermy") project at hand! This time, my subject is that of what I suspect to be a coyote. My brother found and cleaned the skull, giving it to me as a gift. 

Needless to say, I have some great things in store for this beautiful animal skull.

New Etsy Shop Items!

Within the past week, I've been busier than ever before making things to sell in my newly opened Etsy shop. Below are two of the newer items I've listed. Both items are $35 a piece (shipping prices excluded).

"Inspire - OOAK Steampunk/Nature Collage"




"The Faerie's Trophy - Fancy Goth Wall Art"

Scars

We all endure tough times that leave painful scars, both on our bodies and on our hearts. Letting go of the past we despise is much harder than it should be. Learning our strengths and weaknesses is crucial to the process of moving on.

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"Scars"

In my life, I've seen chaos and have experienced joy.
Through my heartache and through my happiness, I've also learned not to be a toy.

I've heard lies and I've told a few myself.
I've come a long ways with my feelings; never putting any of them on a shelf.

There will forever be a pain and a doubt that I cannot erase.
Regardless of what happens to my fragile dreams, I will always chase.

Looking forward is much harder than what I would hope.
The past smothers me to the point where it's difficult to cope.

My weary wings are too weak to fly very far.
Feeling alone in a crowd, I look at my many scars.

I remember too much and can't ever seem to forget the things I should.
If I could go back and redo some of what I regret in my life, I would.

People say you heal in time, but is it true?
The number of times I've recovered is too few.

Explaining the words my soul has to say...
It's not something that can be by the light of this day.


Copyright Casandra Camp 2011

Asli Yeniay Artwork

I just ran across an amazing collection of art. The artist goes by the name of Asli Yeniay. The album in which I found the examples below can be found here.

Someone

Each poem I write has a meaning behind it. This is piece definitely meaningful. I wrote it for a few particular people in my life (whom I will not mention by name). These people test me and my patience, but I love them too much to sit back and watch them destroy themselves day by day. However, like I say in the writing below... I can only do so much before I say "I can do no more".

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"Someone" 

Look into the mirror and see what we all clearly see.

Selfish, prideful and uncaring... that's who you've come to be. 

Life is more than indulging in yourself and using others just for fun.

Take hold of yourself and look within your heart; you'll see your journey has only begun. 

Take time to love and time to reflect.

Without doing these things... you'll soon lose all respect. 

Can't you just put your old ways to rest?

Can't you see it's for the best? 

I don't wanna watch you die.

I'll turn away before I cry. 

There's only so much I can do before I say "I can do no more".

Changing might become easier when you're left alone and when everyone walks out the door. 

I wish you knew how precious your life is to me.

I don't wanna leave your side or ever become your enemy. 

I'm getting tired of holding the hand of someone who pushes me away.

It's hard to go... but it's even harder to stay. 

Wake me when you realize what's right and what's wrong.

Until then, I'll be elsewhere and will be hoping I don't have to wait too long.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Edgar Allan Poe

As you can probably guess, I am an Edgar Allan Poe fan. His poetry inspires the feeling in a lot of the poems I write (even though the writing style is different). Lots of people say Mr. Poe would be appalled by the "emo poems" of today... but I actually think he would be proud to see that writers still exist in this day and age.

I happened to come across these Poe themed things tonight and wanted to post them.



Beautiful necklace. Wouldn't mind having this piece myself!




Simply put... I love it.



This video tells the story of "The Tell Tale Heart" dreadfully well!

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A Night Under the Stars

 We all wear a mask sometimes. We guard our hearts, even when we know it's impossible to keep things from breaking down the walls we've built. Instead of allowing ourselves to be so involved with the dangerous world around us, we often lay under the stars and dream of what could be...

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"A Night Under the Stars"

From my soul flows a river of uncertainty and fear.
I don't know myself anymore. I often ask, "Am I really here?"

Feeling so angry and yet so carefree,
I can't help but wonder what must be wrong with me.

I stare at the mirror and smile in an attempt to make it look real.
No matter what, I cannot hide from anyone the way I really feel.

The silence is too deafening and the screaming from within is too quiet.
Only in the morning do I wake to see if I've survived the night.

What used to be is gone forever. I don't know why it's so hard for me to see.
Haunted is my mind, body and soul... slowly being devoured by my own memory.

I hear the people whisper and I see them turn away.
I shouldn't care so much... but it's hard not to do that today.

I'm hanging here by a thread, on the very edge.
Not to fall again... to myself I've made a pledge.

Another day ends as I sit here under the stars and sky.
Hoping, dreaming and wishing... those are some of the things that help me not to cry.

Is understanding and caring too much to ask?
What will it take for me to be happy enough to remove this mask?

A small plea for help escapes my heart and drifts farther and farther away.
I'll sleep here on the cold grass until peace comes to stay.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Blue Hair

I just got my hair dyed for the very first time on Thursday (September 16th). Thought I'd post a couple pictures to show what it looks like. I love it.

I feel more like myself with the blue! I enjoy colors that tend to float around "outside the lines" and in their own vibrant space.

Color compliments of Deja Du Salon in Hixson, Tennessee.
Click this link to see the salon's FaceBook page!

Lost and Lonely

A lot of my poems have a theme about them, I've noticed. They're greatly influenced by the feelings I have during the moment that I decide to write. Most are very melancholy, as I'm sure most people can see.
Writing has become a great outlet for me and it's encouraged a lot of other artistic abilities to surface. I'm grateful for these feelings, however lonely they may be. They're helping me to become a stronger person with each release.

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"Lost and Lonely"

Watch me as I sleep. Keep me safe from the storm.
Can't you feel my body shaking? Won't you keep me warm?

I hear the thunder far away, ever growing near.
Don't wake me as I lay here dreaming. It's only reality I fear.

Look into my eyes and take my lifeless hand.
This moment will soon be gone. Lost forever like a grain of sand.

The clouds form around me and I forget where I'm going.
In which place can I find the knowledge of the knowing?

A hungry soul and a tortured mind,
This life hasn't been easy... and it certainly hasn't been kind.

Oh, please take me away. I long to go where I cannot, at the moment, see.
I suppose I'll just have to wait though. Wait for someone to set me free.

Fragile and fading is the dream within my heart.
Confused and unsure, but never completely apart.

Hold me and tell me all the things I need to hear.
Whisper that you love me and that you'll always be near.

Talking to these shadows and running my hand along the wall,
I do believe I've gone insane... but who, to help me, can I call?

Humming an old tune and simply lying on the ground,
I wait and wait, for eternity, hoping to be found.



Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Open Door

"Open Door"

I open my eyes and look around.

I expose my soul and listen to its sound.

Everything is different now.
I don't know why, I don't even know how.

Sometimes it seems like I'm dreaming and that I'm not "me" at all.
I'm being careful not to stumble, I'm being careful not to fall.

So much confusion and frustration abound.
I take myself away from it all and in emptiness I surround.

The lights grow ever dim and the hands on the clock spin.
This life is so brutal, sometimes it seems that you can never win.

Time and effort; two things that will always devour the human race.
These things can be wasted simply by looking too intently at someone's face.

Deep feelings and true concern continue to ruin me.
The reasons behind what I do, people always fail to see.

Giving up and letting go is something that's always easier to do.
However, having faith and being wise is something that will pull you through.

I won't settle until I find what I'm looking for.
All I need now is the courage to free my spirit and open the door...



Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Princess in the Tower

I wrote this poem while attending a rather boring meeting. Boredom often brings out the best in a creative mind! I'm very happy with how this particular piece turned out.

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"Princess in the Tower"

Hoping for someone to hold,
All the while, growing old.

A princess sits and waits,
In her heart stirs much debate.

Peering out her window, feeling very alone,
Her hands are clasped together but are still cold as stone.

Her feet, back and forth, are pacing,
Her mind constantly racing.

"Oh, how much longer must I wait?",
With her whole being she questions fate.

In her tower, she dances around,
Her supposed "prince charming" is nowhere to be found.

With her fingertips, she writes in the dust,
All the world's treasures are becoming piles of rust.

Content she will forever pretend to be,
"Lucky" she considers those with no memory.

Hopeful, yet discouraged, determined yet dismayed,
Who is brave enough to find her, without their heart being decayed?

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010