RavvenArt

Having acquired a decent camera for my birthday, I'm going to start adding some stock images. Please note that ONLY the images in the stock folder are available as stock - anything else is not. I previously had a stock account at ravven-stock.deviantart.com/ but I've unfortunately lost the login details for that account. Terms of use are included on every image.

As usual, I am terribad at responding to notes - if I have missed anyone, I really have to apologise.

Currently I have just left my career as a web designer, developer and project manager (EEEEK!!!) and am trying to launch a new career based around my art. Book cover, game art, ebook or CD enquiries are very welcome. I have a gallery devoted to portfolio book cover images. I am currently working on an illustrated book as a personal project.

You can contact me via email at ravven.kitsune@gmail.com

I haven't been on deviantART much lately due to a new job and also doing a lot of freelance work, so I apologise for my lack of response. I am really, really bad at responding to everyone and thanking them for favs, etc. But they are very much appreciated, and I'm happy to be part of such a vibrant, talented community.

Some of the work here is old; I haven't done any serious photography, watercolours, or drawings for a long time. I tend to work in phases, and right now I'm working almost exclusively in photo manipulation...but things change.  

I am starting a stock account at: ravven-stock.deviantart.com/ I probably won't post a lot of stock, but I wanted to contribute something in thanks for all of the gorgeous stock that I have used. The people who contribute freely to the community are very much appreciated...thank you for your lovely images.

In the dream I am visiting the Queen of Shadows. It is night, of course, as it always is in her cold marble palace. We are trying on clothes.

Black upon black upon black, in every conceivable material and hue: velvet in the deepest black of space, starred with diamonds; silk in shimmering opalescent folds gleaming with peacock colors; black lace intricate as the fabric of uneasy dreams, convoluted and occult; midnight leather soft as touch, heavy with the souls of animals.

The Queen of Shadows tosses me a high-necked, long-sleeved gown, buttoned from throat to ankle with thousands of tiny buttons: a priest's cassock, austere from the front, the back completely open down to shadowed cleft. She cannot wear it, as she has raven's wings instead of arms; pinions rustle open and closed, longing to be able to touch, to hold.

I run my hands up her marble sides, inhaling the heavy myrrh fragrance of her blueblack hair and the stringent scent of feathers. I reach for a half-glimpsed swatch of color: a midnight-blue robe, seamless mosaic of every color of night from palest twilight to deepest 3:00 am despair to fragile predawn. I slide the fantastic robe over her shoulders, deep slits for wings, fanned collar edged with diamond constellations; the Queen of Shadows turns in a dizzying swirl of velvet and satin, mirrored and remirrored in the shifting shadows of her marble hall, wings stretching, fanning. I stand in the center of the maelstrom of streaming fabric and ebony hair and feathers, looking into her deep blue eyes as she closes wings like dream and nightmare around me.

I wake to my own tumbled bed; the Queen of Shadows longs to hold a lover, but she is made only for flight. I lay back beside my lover, who breathes peacefully in the darkness. I have arms, and am good at keeping, holding close...I would prefer wings.