How and Why You Should Credit Your Stock ProvidersHiya Darlings,
Today I am going to tackle a subject that all photo manipulation artists should pay attention to. (Yes, this means you!) It is my hope that this article will save you the headache and trouble of getting a submission declined, having to delete your work, or worse; be sued by someone because of it.
Why Properly Crediting Stock Is Important
All artists know that the secret to a great manip is finding stock that is just right for the theme you are trying to convey. Onthere are literally thousands of fantastic high quality images that are absolutely free. Some of these images are even created by and featuring professional models and photographers. You could pay a lot of money for the rights to use the type of stock resources in your art that are found here free of charge. This is part of why
is unique and an amazing place for artists to frequent.
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Curiosity Killed the Elf: Chapter 2
Lesson 2: Shiny Objects Aren't Always Your Friend
"Whoa!" Exclaimed Allonwë. "It just came off!" The annoying bracelet that had forcibly latched onto her wrist like a hungry predator, had finally relinquished its death grip on her. "How did you do that?!"
"I pulled," replied the lead traveler with a smirk.
Allonwë shot him a sardonic look, but Natanael spoke up. "You've won it fair and square, now be on your way."
"No need to be so hasty, young master," said the lead traveler lapsing into a bit of a drawal of a commoner of the Western regions. "We've no wish to cause ye ill." He gave a wink and chuckled as he turned, lifting the

RemnantWashed up a remnant,
a relic of abandoned epochs,
she inhales her first breath in an aeon.
Air thick with soot,
pungent with poison,
sinuous hands fly to her throat
as she sputters a curse
in a language long forgotten.
Beneath the slick surface of her murky realm
lost, she wandered on,
searched through centuries for a land
half-remembered in dreams.
Time and toxins took their toll
and when she arose from the depths
her scales shone bright with mercury,
glinting silver in the moonlight.
With trembling fingers
she combs starlight from her tresses,
brushes moonbeams from her curves,
counting lesions to her body,
carved by knowledge, knives
or nothing. She no longer knows.
She shivers in the shadow of
impossible structures,
their quivering reflections rippling
across the magic mirror
from which she surfaced.
In the dark their glass eyes gleam,
a thousand starry-eyed monstrosities,
rake their gaze across her form.
She clings to the shoreline,
jagged rocks and filthy sand.
Anothe





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