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its definitely an sticky toughts for me :)

I'm done voting but I received a notification that my comment was moved to spam. 😅 I'm not sure why but I need an explanation. I need an acceptable reason. Charot! Toni Gonzaga in the house! 😅😅😅

It's so hard to choose what to vote because there's a lot of beautiful arts in here. i can't select 1. I'll have a 2nd or 3rd look on the arts and eventually vote. Good luck to all participants..

All are great works.. setting aside my entry, I would choose "My little brother's doggy", "Bamicious" , "Tom & Jerry art" and "Sticky Thoughts" .. These are all four that stand out for me . Personally speaking, I like artworks that has a backstory in it. I call it as art with a heart. There's thought of appreciation and the "Sticky Thoughts" has a good explanation/ interpretation made through story telling. the "Tom & Jerry art" story of @Sajib made me teary eyed for remembering his childhood. I could relate to him not being able to have our own TV at home, my siblings and I would keep quiet and just go home and fall to sleep if our neighbors shutdown their TV or close their windows and doors even if they knew we were watching outside their house.. that's really sad for a child to experience..

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Just want to congratulate all the participants. You all did a great job. It's really hard to chose ... best among the best. For me you're all winners. Congratulations also to Sis @jane your event was a great success. If it wasn't for this event we wouldn't know that we have a lot of great artist here in RC. 😊 Again congratulations to everyone.

seriously they are all good. My Goodness It was hard to choose if I can only vote all of them. then i would they are all perfect. thnks forhosting this kind of contest. most of the users here are all very talented.

Im surprise by all I saw here. Very nice work. It deserve to have more exposure. That art contest is a good idea to promote artists. Good luck to all!

Good article......

Oohh lala.. These guys are seriously good with what they do.. I can feel how hard it is for judging this contest. My, Am I glad that I can enjoy seeing their artworks and not thinking about judging the contest. 🤗

Good luck to you and the other critics and participants.. 😊😊

Done voting! These art are all master pieces. It's very hard to choose because all of their artworks have its own story and uniqueness. This is a great time to showcase their talents and skills for art. But of course, we have to choose who really stand out for us individually. I have my own favorites too. I will not say it here but it is really obvious with my votes haha. I really like those artworks that is very neat, organized, and of course those I found interesting background stories. That's it. May God bless y'all and this event! ❤️❤️❤️

For the participants, whatever the result is, please keep on doing your arts. Y'all are already winners! You have a talent and that makes you champion🙂❤️

this is my top 3 as a viewer Top 1 simple living since flower of blossom is not participated the reason why its my top 1 because it had a pleasant view I eyes together with message the artist of this art telling his/her simple living in a nature environment. Top 2 is Scarlett johansson which is only a pencil art but its looks alive . but the story behind is not much impact. Top 3 My dream is an art which had very simple aspect but had a lot of impact message for viewer.

even flower of blossom is not participating I will tell a feedback for it some it was my original choice to be top 1. that art is giving the artist a proud nature of simplicity but pleasantly say " a time of a pleasant view is an instant only.

Oh my Gosh! There are a lot of good artworks here and I doubt I'm as good as most of the artists. I will be voting no doubt; Nice one guys!

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I have troubles with voting yay :D....in each section I am supposed to mark 15/10 options?

Visited and voted. Good luck to the participants. 🍀

A really great competition. Almost every art was very beautiful. So picking was becoming a difficult task for me. However, in the end I was able to fill out the Google Docs form.

thats great! Please also read my articles help me to grow🙂

@esciisc @jakir @aminul please help me to voting 😊

Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the fire, with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth, and listen to their marvellous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted fields, and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges, and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horseman, or Galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him. He would delight them equally by his anecdotes of witchcraft, and of the direful omens and portentous sights and sounds in the air, which prevailed in the earlier times of Connecticut; and would frighten them woefully with speculations upon comets and shooting stars; and with the alarming fact that the world did absolutely turn round, and that they were half the time topsy-turvy!

But if there was a pleasure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimney corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire, and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window! How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path! How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!

All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was—a woman.

Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer. She was a blooming lass of fresh eighteen; plump as a partridge; ripe and melting and rosy-cheeked as one of her father's peaches, and universally famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her great-great-grandmother had brought over from Saardam; the tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country round.

Ichabod Crane had a soft and foolish heart towards the sex; and it is not to be wondered at that so tempting a morsel soon found favor in his eyes, more especially after he had visited her in her paternal mansion. Old Baltus Van Tassel was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal-hearted farmer. He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within those everything was snug, happy and well-conditioned. He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the style in which he lived. His stronghold was situated on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, fertile nooks in which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling. A great elm tree spread its broad branches over it, at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a little well formed of a barrel; and then stole sparkling away through the grass, to a neighboring brook, that babbled along among alders and dwarf willows. Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a church; every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm; the flail was busily resounding within it from morning to night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens, from whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks; regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farmyard, and Guinea fowls fretting about it, like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish, discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart,—sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had discovered.

The pedagogue's mouth watered as he looked upon this sumptuous promise of luxurious winter fare. In his devouring mind's eye, he pictured to himself every roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly, and an apple in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce. In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages; and even bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a side dish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.

As the enraptured Ichabod fancied all this, and as he rolled his great green eyes over the fat meadow lands, the rich fields of wheat, of rye, of buckwheat, and Indian corn, and the orchards burdened with ruddy fruit, which surrounded the warm tenement of Van Tassel, his heart yearned after the damsel who was to inherit these domains, and his imagination expanded with the idea, how they might be readily turned into cash, and the money invested in immense tracts of wild land, and shingle palaces in the wilderness. Nay, his busy fancy already realized his hopes, and presented to him the blooming Katrina, with a whole family of children, mounted on the top of a wagon loaded with household trumpery, with pots and kettles dangling beneath; and he beheld himself bestriding a pacing mare, with a colt at her heels, setting out for Kentucky, Tennessee,—or the Lord knows where!

When he entered the house, the conquest of his heart was complete. It was one of those spacious farmhouses, with high-ridged but lowly sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the first Dutch settlers; the low projecting eaves forming a piazza along the front, capable of being closed up in bad weather. Under this were hung flails, harness, various utensils of husbandry, and nets for fishing in the neighboring river. Benches were built along the sides for summer use; and a great spinning-wheel at one end, and a churn at the other, showed the various uses to which this important porch might be devoted. From this piazza the wondering Ichabod entered the hall, which formed the centre of the mansion, and the place of usual residence. Here rows of resplendent pewter, ranged on a long dresser, dazzled his eyes. In one corner stood a huge bag of wool, ready to be spun; in another, a quantity of linsey-woolsey just from the loom; ears of Indian corn, and strings of dried apples and peaches, hung in gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red peppers; and a door left ajar gave him a peep into the best parlor, where the claw-footed chairs and dark mahogany tables shone like mirrors; andirons, with their accompanying shovel and tongs, glistened from their covert of asparagus tops; mock-oranges and conch-shells decorated the mantelpiece; strings of various-colored birds eggs were suspended above it; a great ostrich egg was hung from the centre of the room, and a corner cupboard, knowingly left open, displayed immense treasures of old silver and well-mended china.

From the moment Ichabod laid his eyes upon these regions of delight, the peace of his mind was at an end, and his only study was how to gain the affections of the peerless daughter of Van Tassel. In this enterprise, however, he had more real difficulties than generally fell to the lot of a knight-errant of yore, who seldom had anything but giants, enchanters, fiery dragons, and such like easily conquered adversaries, to contend with and had to make his way merely through gates of iron and brass, and walls of adamant to the castle keep, where the lady of his heart was confined; all which he achieved as easily as a man would carve his way to the centre of a Christmas pie; and then the lady gave him her hand as a matter of course. Ichabod, on the contrary, had to win his way to the heart of a country coquette, beset with a labyrinth of whims and caprices, which were forever presenting new difficulties and impediments; and he had to encounter a host of fearful adversaries of real flesh and blood, the numerous rustic admirers, who beset every portal to her heart, keeping a watchful and angry eye upon each other, but ready to fly out in the common cause against any new competitor.

Among these, the most formidable was a burly, roaring, roystering blade, of the name of Abraham, or, according to the Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van Brunt, the hero of the country round, which rang with his feats of strength and hardihood. He was broad-shouldered and double-jointed, with short curly black hair, and a bluff but not unpleasant countenance, having a mingled air of fun and arrogance. From his Herculean frame and great powers of limb he had received the nickname of BROM BONES, by which he was universally known. He was famed for great knowledge and skill in horsemanship, being as dexterous on horseback as a Tartar. He was foremost at all races and cock fights; and, with the ascendancy which bodily strength always acquires in rustic life, was the umpire in all disputes, setting his hat on one side, and giving his decisions with an air and tone that admitted of no gainsay or appeal. He was always ready for either a fight or a frolic; but had more mischief than ill-will in his composition; and with all his overbearing roughness, there was a strong dash of waggish good humor at bottom. He had three or four boon companions, who regarded him as their model, and at the head of whom he scoured the country, attending every scene of feud or merriment for miles round. In cold weather he was distinguished by a fur cap, surmounted with a flaunting fox's tail; and when the folks at a country gathering descried this well-known crest at a distance, whisking about among a squad of hard riders, they always stood by for a squall. Sometimes his crew would be heard dashing along past the farmhouses at midnight, with whoop and halloo, like a troop of Don Cossacks; and the old dames, startled out of their sleep, would listen for a moment till the hurry-scurry had clattered by, and then exclaim, "Ay, there goes Brom Bones and his gang!" The neighbors looked upon him with a mixture of awe, admiration, and good-will; and, when any madcap prank or rustic brawl occurred in the vicinity, always shook their heads, and warranted Brom Bones was at the bottom of it.

This rantipole hero had for some time singled out the blooming Katrina for the object of his uncouth gallantries, and though his amorous toyings were something like the gentle caresses and endearments of a bear, yet it was whispered that she did not altogether discourage his hopes. Certain it is, his advances were signals for rival candidates to retire, who felt no inclination to cross a lion in his amours; insomuch, that when his horse was seen tied to Van Tassel's paling, on a Sunday night, a sure sign that his master was courting, or, as it is termed, "sparking," within, all other suitors passed by in despair, and carried the war into other quarters.

Such was the formidable rival with whom Ichabod Crane had to contend, and, considering all things, a stouter man than he would have shrunk from the competition, and a wiser man would have despaired. He had, however, a happy mixture of pliability and perseverance in his nature; he was in form and spirit like a supple-jack—yielding, but tough; though he bent, he never broke; and though he bowed beneath the slightest pressure, yet, the moment it was away—jerk!—he was as erect, and carried his head as high as ever.

To have taken the field openly against his rival would have been madness; for he was not a man to be thwarted in his amours, any more than that stormy lover, Achilles. Ichabod, therefore, made his advances in a quiet and gently insinuating manner. Under cover of his character of singing-master, he made frequent visits at the farmhouse; not that he had anything to apprehend from the meddlesome interference of parents, which is so often a stumbling-block in the path of lovers. Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe, and, like a reasonable man and an excellent father, let her have her way in everything. His notable little wife, too, had enough to do to attend to her housekeeping and manage her poultry; for, as she sagely observed, ducks and geese are foolish things, and must be looked after, but girls can take care of themselves. Thus, while the busy dame bustled about the house, or plied her spinning-wheel at one end of the piazza, honest Balt would sit smoking his evening pipe at the other, watching the achievements of a little wooden warrior, who, armed with a sword in each hand, was most valiantly fighting the wind on the pinnacle of the barn. In the mean time, Ichabod would carry on his suit with the daughter by the side of the spring under the great elm, or sauntering along in the twilight, that hour so favorable to the lover's eloquence.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have but one vulnerable point, or door of access; while others have a thousand avenues, and may be captured in a thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but a still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero. Certain it is, this was not the case with the redoubtable Brom Bones; and from the moment Ichabod Crane made his advances, the interests of the former evidently declined: his horse was no longer seen tied to the palings on Sunday nights, and a deadly feud gradually arose between him and the preceptor of Sleepy Hollow.

Done boting and i definitely regret not checking out everyone's entry. I should do that later

I read all entries I could read and left a comment. I will give my vote asap. Need to think it over a bit first. A nice collection of art entries. 👍💕

Done! so hard to choose the best one because all of it are very pleasing to the eyes huhu but the one I liked the most is the Crafted bottle and waterfalls in terms of 3D Art and Set me Free and Art for Deaf, and the Cute Kitty for the 2D artworks! Gaganda! I also liked the story behind the Art for Deaf and Pregnant Women.. It proved that Art is really powerful and takes an image into a story. I wish I can be artsy like them! Kudos to the artists who joined! 🖤🖤🖤

Great arts its seems really awesome

@sajib😐😐 bro bro😐😐 can you make an art of Asta from black clover? I once arted boruto minato kakashi amd another one in my english notebook but after the khata was finshed, she sold the khata🙂🙂

sticky thoughts and set me free also good.

Sunflower mandala is unique and looks so cool!

@Myt.24 @Jabs @bheng620 hope you guys will help me by voting in my works.. i just have u guys who will support me here😑😑 Thank you!😍

eeeeeee there are handmade crafts😐😐😐 O have some of them too😭😭

Wow. #4 entries. hahaha. When is the deadline again @Jane ?

Done. My Little Brother's Doggy and Sticky Thoughts were the best arts for me. It is because aside from the fact that it is hard to make those arts, they are also creative and look stunning. Every details of the arts are well drawn and the qualities are very great. For me they serve as center of attraction.

@Ruffa @ADPM0811 @Plumaplease vote for me guys...I am waiting for the result. And I am so excited also

There are so many good artwork and I find 15 beautiful design, oh noo, what to do, can we vote 15 artwork per 1 person? 😂 I mean omoo

Those are all awesome artworks. Good luck everyone

Wow, that is a whole lot of beautiful artworks, and J don't eve n know which to vote😕😕

Damn, there are hard to choose, lot of them are good. Although "best" is subjective, I can see which is which already. Sorry for others!

EDIT: I have voted!

Done voting po n choose those whom i voted because they created or sketches their entry very well n alive n beautiful n so unique, i'm not an artist like them but voted what i think is the best, unique, creative n alive n beautiful photos or crafts their n hope that those i voted awhile ago will win as they created the best one for me n worth to win n good luck to all the participants here po :)

@dyemi @Myt.24 @bbang guys pa support naman. Ilibre ko na lang kayo ng cloud9 pag nanalo 😂

Yay! Excited for this. I'm not even sure if someone will vote for my entry because the rest are all wonderfully made 🤩

@Aella @EYERISH687 @Alifa @ZiraZir @Athai @Smita05 @esciisc @Hanzell @Israat @Nyma19 @Imdadul.hoque @Cutie_Angel_Mukta @Sajib @Jack689 @Hykheinysha @Meher89 @Mariya25 @Charlotte @Eyong @Jihan @kat2x

Owww thanks jane...

Their subscribers will vote for them. I don’t have any 😔.. Good luck everyone.

@Shrabanti1 @Jakir @kFatema

I fall in love to see the last picture Mini waterfall

It's really hard to choose! All are beautiful and artistic.

It is so hard to judge and vote. All of them have a good work. ❣️