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Angèle Gougeon
Artist | Traditional Art
Canada
Angèle is a writer and artist who lives in the wide, open prairies of Manitoba, Canada. She writes, paints, draws and dotes upon her nephew and niece. She loves art of all kinds and hates socks.

Angele's debut book 'Sticks and Stones,' a dark paranormal, is now available on Kindle, NOOK, and Kobo e-book platforms. It follows the life of Sandra Daron, a teen who has premonitions of the dead.

Shirts and more of her work can be found in her store: 'AG Painted Brush T-Shirts' or on Redbubble. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, or Goodreads!
Interests
I can't believe it's been so long since my last art feature!
It's been a busy few months for me - working on commissions and working full-time at the greenhouse.

In other news, for anyone in the Winnipeg - Selkirk area of Manitoba, Canada, I'll be having an author reading of my novel, Sticks and Stones, on Saturday, July 23rd, at the Gaynor Regional Family Library in Selkirk at 1:30 p.m. It's free and open to the public. Plus, there will be cookies and drinks. :heart: (The novel is now also available on the kindle, kobo, and nook platforms.)

Now, on to the art feature!
Wonderful and inspiring creations:

Ballerina 4 by SteveHeggenAquarelle Veil by kelogsloops
The Lonely One by Trajan-pro The Road by Trajan-pro Lord of Light by Quentinvcastel
.metamorphoses. by delusive-dreams les yeux dans les yeux by baspunk The frozen and the motile.. by preethi524
25/52 Into the Dark of the Unknown by VelvetRedBullet Purity by Forestina-Fotos SELF by getcarter
Black and White Sketch by gregmks Death and the Old Lady by DougNZ Paw by Aart-ish
CAERULEUS by MenervaTau Wise Old Bird - acrylic aceo by Giselle-M La Notte di Corvi Sangue by L-E-N-T-E-S-C-U-R-A 354 by diegoidef
Springtime - La Barriere Park by kach-back Warsaw shopping passage by GreeGW
Getting to the point by LordLJCornellPhotos
Flight I by MaaykeKlaver Sailboats at Rest by Metal-Bender Sometimes just BEING is enough by PascalCampion
Bal Masque by MarcelaBolivar

Mature Content

Lunchtime Study - Colour and Light by AaronGriffinArt
Lunch Paint by AaronGriffinArt La Beaute Sans Vertu by mynameistran
Gold, pure gold by woxys Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake Up - Yawning Red Fox by thrumyeye ..440... by MozolewskiMichal
Roucky by Arkus83 Sheep, Baaa by Furtogenic Somewhere I belong by petiteartiste666
Lumina by XRlS TextCha21 by jojo22 Gecko by PassionAndTheCamera
The Journey's End by artistwilder
my house by emptyredhead polvo, arena y movimiento en las tardes de verano by JuanChaves Diana the Huntress by LEONALEGRIA
Girls With Balls / Keyframe 02 by Aleksi--Briclot Sleeping Beast by ChristinaMandy Ensnared by Aesimah
Face of an Arabian by GeorgiaHorsepainter Its so FLUFFY by Furtogenic floralia 4 by M0THart
2640 by ebbing-gale

Mature Content

Autumn Damask by mainloop
Pomgranate by shadeofthesoul
Fox (A Shepherd) by SethFitts Lavis Paris 20 by duytter La Cadera de Piedra/The Stone Hip by TeresaClark
Bouquet from Marc by Samboska Ancient by LidiaRossana Autumn Herald by Eve-I
A Door and a Window by JohnPatience Star Wars : VaderDown 01 by Aleksi--Briclot Transfomation Motivation by Svartz Mermaid by hoooook
Scherzo 15 by randallstuartpeik Lost in her Dreams by DOK-FITZ
An open letterAn open letter to humanity,
when I look around all I see is insanity.
Unsolved problems we call laws,
Greed defiling everything with it's filthy paws.
Profit before progress is what I see,
Our current code of conduct sickens me.
Cyclical consumption bleeding the planet dry,
the last human standing will be left wondering: why, why, WHY!?
Even as our finite resources are running out,
we fail to see the root of the problem and what it's about.
Systematically pushing problems out of sight,
how can any self respecting human be part of this blight.
Each disaster should have been a lesson learned,
but we refused to stop until all fossil fuel was burned.
It was our addiction to petrochemicals that tightened the noose,
an abomination we created, nurtured and carelessly set loose.
We're barely out of the jungle yet pretend to be civilized,
democracy is what we preach yet no ideal is left uncompromised.
The one eyed man is king in the land of the blind,
so please educate yourself and open your mi
Death Has Chivalry (a mockery)He comes when my shoulders are shaking, his scarf gasping between my hands.
I whirl to face him; he waits patiently with a smile.
“You think this is a game?” Betrayal is the acid in my gut as it froths into my throat: he is no longer birds and dreams, but a coyote leering behind the ribcage of a lamb, and I’m caught up in his teeth. “Here, take this back.” I throw the scarf at his feet. His perfect, pale, fair-boned feet.
He slowly stoops to pick it up. When he weaves it around his neck, it looks like he’s dancing.
He rests one hip against the kitchen’s island, pondering. “Now that’s not very nice. You took something from me,” His palm splays out beautifully across his chest, and his eyes find mine. There’s that smirk. “I’m not allowed to return the favor?”
“But you can’t give yours back!” The shriek sounds deranged as I smack my palm onto the table. There’s an eart
TheAfterWhys.I know now,
that the muffled pressure in the dark space
of your car was us screaming into the silence:
I don't really know you,
but I want to.
I want to love you.

We were so so wrong for each other.
I know now,
that the drip burn of candle wax on the back of my hand
was you saying:
It hurts.
This not-quite-fitting-together,
but wanting it so much.

I know now,
that the sound of your receding footsteps
are louder than whispered cries of:
Stay. Please.
And I know why.
I know why we were silent
when we should have screamed.
I know why we could never,
would never, fit together.
I know all of the whys,
now.
After.
  • Listening to: Phillip LaRue - On the Other Side

Activity


I can't believe it's been so long since my last art feature!
It's been a busy few months for me - working on commissions and working full-time at the greenhouse.

In other news, for anyone in the Winnipeg - Selkirk area of Manitoba, Canada, I'll be having an author reading of my novel, Sticks and Stones, on Saturday, July 23rd, at the Gaynor Regional Family Library in Selkirk at 1:30 p.m. It's free and open to the public. Plus, there will be cookies and drinks. :heart: (The novel is now also available on the kindle, kobo, and nook platforms.)

Now, on to the art feature!
Wonderful and inspiring creations:

Ballerina 4 by SteveHeggenAquarelle Veil by kelogsloops
The Lonely One by Trajan-pro The Road by Trajan-pro Lord of Light by Quentinvcastel
.metamorphoses. by delusive-dreams les yeux dans les yeux by baspunk The frozen and the motile.. by preethi524
25/52 Into the Dark of the Unknown by VelvetRedBullet Purity by Forestina-Fotos SELF by getcarter
Black and White Sketch by gregmks Death and the Old Lady by DougNZ Paw by Aart-ish
CAERULEUS by MenervaTau Wise Old Bird - acrylic aceo by Giselle-M La Notte di Corvi Sangue by L-E-N-T-E-S-C-U-R-A 354 by diegoidef
Springtime - La Barriere Park by kach-back Warsaw shopping passage by GreeGW
Getting to the point by LordLJCornellPhotos
Flight I by MaaykeKlaver Sailboats at Rest by Metal-Bender Sometimes just BEING is enough by PascalCampion
Bal Masque by MarcelaBolivar

Mature Content

Lunchtime Study - Colour and Light by AaronGriffinArt
Lunch Paint by AaronGriffinArt La Beaute Sans Vertu by mynameistran
Gold, pure gold by woxys Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake Up - Yawning Red Fox by thrumyeye ..440... by MozolewskiMichal
Roucky by Arkus83 Sheep, Baaa by Furtogenic Somewhere I belong by petiteartiste666
Lumina by XRlS TextCha21 by jojo22 Gecko by PassionAndTheCamera
The Journey's End by artistwilder
my house by emptyredhead polvo, arena y movimiento en las tardes de verano by JuanChaves Diana the Huntress by LEONALEGRIA
Girls With Balls / Keyframe 02 by Aleksi--Briclot Sleeping Beast by ChristinaMandy Ensnared by Aesimah
Face of an Arabian by GeorgiaHorsepainter Its so FLUFFY by Furtogenic floralia 4 by M0THart
2640 by ebbing-gale

Mature Content

Autumn Damask by mainloop
Pomgranate by shadeofthesoul
Fox (A Shepherd) by SethFitts Lavis Paris 20 by duytter La Cadera de Piedra/The Stone Hip by TeresaClark
Bouquet from Marc by Samboska Ancient by LidiaRossana Autumn Herald by Eve-I
A Door and a Window by JohnPatience Star Wars : VaderDown 01 by Aleksi--Briclot Transfomation Motivation by Svartz Mermaid by hoooook
Scherzo 15 by randallstuartpeik Lost in her Dreams by DOK-FITZ
An open letterAn open letter to humanity,
when I look around all I see is insanity.
Unsolved problems we call laws,
Greed defiling everything with it's filthy paws.
Profit before progress is what I see,
Our current code of conduct sickens me.
Cyclical consumption bleeding the planet dry,
the last human standing will be left wondering: why, why, WHY!?
Even as our finite resources are running out,
we fail to see the root of the problem and what it's about.
Systematically pushing problems out of sight,
how can any self respecting human be part of this blight.
Each disaster should have been a lesson learned,
but we refused to stop until all fossil fuel was burned.
It was our addiction to petrochemicals that tightened the noose,
an abomination we created, nurtured and carelessly set loose.
We're barely out of the jungle yet pretend to be civilized,
democracy is what we preach yet no ideal is left uncompromised.
The one eyed man is king in the land of the blind,
so please educate yourself and open your mi
Death Has Chivalry (a mockery)He comes when my shoulders are shaking, his scarf gasping between my hands.
I whirl to face him; he waits patiently with a smile.
“You think this is a game?” Betrayal is the acid in my gut as it froths into my throat: he is no longer birds and dreams, but a coyote leering behind the ribcage of a lamb, and I’m caught up in his teeth. “Here, take this back.” I throw the scarf at his feet. His perfect, pale, fair-boned feet.
He slowly stoops to pick it up. When he weaves it around his neck, it looks like he’s dancing.
He rests one hip against the kitchen’s island, pondering. “Now that’s not very nice. You took something from me,” His palm splays out beautifully across his chest, and his eyes find mine. There’s that smirk. “I’m not allowed to return the favor?”
“But you can’t give yours back!” The shriek sounds deranged as I smack my palm onto the table. There’s an eart
TheAfterWhys.I know now,
that the muffled pressure in the dark space
of your car was us screaming into the silence:
I don't really know you,
but I want to.
I want to love you.

We were so so wrong for each other.
I know now,
that the drip burn of candle wax on the back of my hand
was you saying:
It hurts.
This not-quite-fitting-together,
but wanting it so much.

I know now,
that the sound of your receding footsteps
are louder than whispered cries of:
Stay. Please.
And I know why.
I know why we were silent
when we should have screamed.
I know why we could never,
would never, fit together.
I know all of the whys,
now.
After.
  • Listening to: Phillip LaRue - On the Other Side
Sulphur Mountain
A few of you knew I was going away on a road trip sometime this month. Well, I just got back this past Monday.
I've yet to sort through all the pics, but I already have a few that have caught my eye.

Here's one from Banff. We went up the gondola, and had the pleasure of watching several mountain goats eating the leftover snow on the mountain below the walkways. It was a bit cold and windy, and the background was filled with the lovely sound of buzzsaws and drills as the workers worked in the building behind us but ...

It was also gorgeous.
What a view!

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My paranormal e-book: Sticks and Stones

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So, I finally got to log back on tonight! Yay.
First of all, Happy Mother's Day (even if it will probably be over by the time most of you see this. It's already 8 at night where I am). I'm hoping to catch up on as much as I can tonight, because I don't know when be back on DA, but my inbox is currently a scary, scary place. But I'll do my best. :heart:
Hi everyone! It's my hope I can log on and catch up with my inbox tomorrow. I've been amazingly busy. I'm just popping on to post this, and then logging off to go work on commission work again. I hope you're all having a wonderful Friday, and lovely summer weather. :heart:

My dark paranormal e-book, Sticks and Stones, is having a Kindle Countdown Sale from May 5th to May 9th. So if you haven't yet bought the e-book, you can get a copy at some good saving prices!

The Kindle Countdown Sale:
FB-SticksAndStones-SplashScreenKindleCountdown by ScribalWriter

From Amazon.ca:
"From the beginning chapter I was drawn in and remained totally immersed throughout the entire book. I read it in two sittings - it locked me in and would not let me go. Loved the author's brilliant descriptiveness which made me feel as if I was in the same space as the characters in every thrilling situation. A paranormal murder thriller with just the right amount of sexual content. Looking forward to more from this amazing author. Definitely a "must read"."

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“I see everything they see. I’ve died. I’ve died more times than I can count.”

Sandra Daron knows what it’s like to die. Every time she touches someone, she experiences their last moments; burning, drowning, choking, dead.

Her visions shatter any pretense of normal she might wish she had. She’s a freak, isolated and alone in her small town junior high school. Her parents don’t care what she does or where she goes and all she wants to do is get by without being noticed.

All of that changes when a rough-around-the-edges father moves his two boys into the old house next door. The Sloans are a family in a way Sandra has never known. The brothers won’t let her hide and soon love and passion arouse the life within her to fight off the death she sees every day.

When girls in town start disappearing and Sandra becomes the next victim, she’ll learn just how far the Sloans are willing to go to save the ones they love. But something bad done for the sake of something good doesn’t make it right. Sandra might have the power to save the people in her visions, but is she willing to pay the price?

An unorthodox family brought together by a young woman’s premonitions of death, Sticks and Stones is a dark and gritty Gothic romance about roads paved with good intentions.

Comparison titles:
Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
Flowers in the Attic by V. C. Andrews
The Mark by Jen Nadol
Fallen by Lauren Kate
The Mind Readers by Lori Brighton
Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
  • Listening to: Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes
  • Reading: Pieces Like Pottery
Hi, everyone! I've been very busy with work lately (both at the greenhouse, and commission wise) - so... I'm not quite sure when I'm going to be able to catch up with my inbox. On top of that, I've got a road-trip coming up in a few weeks. (And after that I'll be at the greenhouse full time!) Eeek! I hope I can catch up with you all soon; your comments and work always lift my spirits. But if you don't see me around for awhile, rest assured that I'm thinking of you all. :hug:

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preethi524 Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
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fittak Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2016  Student General Artist
Wow I just stumbled across your page by accident...your artworks are just awesome.
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Thanks for the fav :)
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Thanks very much for the fave on Magnetic Poetry Number 169 or Too late! :D
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Thanks for the fav :)
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saperlipop Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016

Wishing you a super happy birthday, dear Angèle! :heart:

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ackapella Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016
Happy Birthday!!!
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Nullibicity Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAREST! I am wishing you nothing but love and happiness for this amazing, brilliant day which brought you here. You are talented, marvelous, and loved! I wanted to remind you of this, as well.
I hope today is one that will not be forgotten any time soon, and that it is packed full of laughter and joy! Best wishes, love!
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BTBArtist Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday!
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BlueCaroline Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Bon Anniversaire Angèle!

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