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Valerie Vail Saichek
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#95. The Unnamed (Reshoot.)

All

1213 deviations
#81. In the Beginning (Final.)

Featured

518 deviations
#94. Summer's Dream Released

MY DAILY DEVIATIONS

112 deviations
#91. There Be Dragons (fini)

Strictly Pen and Ink

82 deviations
Mr X2

PAINTINGS, PRINTMAKING

45 deviations
#68. VULTURE NATION, revision in Aquarelle.

Traditional - Beasts and Birds

91 deviations
#70 The Androgyne ( Complete.)

Traditional Portraits

131 deviations
Literature

The Gaff (Re-post.)

I’ve been here about an hour in this rat-hole for the infirm, and finally the old man pulls out the cards. He mucks about a bit and flutters the deck. He hardly shakes at all and when he does, he adds some bizarre flourish to distract the eye. My old man, such a fucking pro. You'd never know he was sick. His voice is liquid cool as it pitter-patters along at breakneck speed, the cards slapping and him grinning, I don’t listen. Something’s cracked inside and I dive through the crevice, out of my body, into a much younger and frailer self – into a furious and sick, six-year old boy. I smell booze and Aqua Velva. I am in

MAGICAL REALISM, FABULIST, INTERSTITIAL FICTION

36 deviations
The Transgressions of the Sun.

Digital Experimentations

339 deviations
Yellow Tulip

DIGITAL NATURE, FLOWERS, FIELDS, BEASTS

105 deviations
Recess for Snoogie

DIGITAL Drawings, Portraits, Animals

56 deviations
Untitled

FRACTAL PATTERNS

26 deviations
The Vaudevillians 1, EVA ( a Series for Jon)

HUMAN PHOTOGRAPHY, PAST and PRESENT

18 deviations
#71. I AM RIVER (Color.)

SURREAL - ALL MEDIUMS

38 deviations
Contrails At Four

SURREAL PHOTOGRAPHY

98 deviations
The Rising Celestial Dragon - Book Cover Drawing,

FOO DOGS, TARDIS, Masks, Oddities

28 deviations
Literature

Garden Girl

I am lying prone on a thick white carpet. I have Barbie doll limbs. My arms are stacked to my sides and my legs are iron rods put absolutely straight. I am staring at a lovely vaulted ceiling but fuck knows where I am. I wrest my hands from plastic thighs and lay them flat on the floor. In a marvelous flash of insight it occurs to me that I have no memory of being here. I don’t think I was drugged . . . was I? Was I drugged? I breathe fast through my mouth, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, because the place smells bad and I might get a high out of hyperventilating. I risk sitting up. Curtain draws clink against white, silk skinned walls, and I

Scraps

1 deviation