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Inuit art can be best described as a ritual art. It is practised by the Canadian Eskimo, a minority group of less than thirty thousand people. The artworks of Inuit art can be found almost everywhere around the world: many rich and famous people spend their fortune collecting Inuit artworks. The art as a trend developed in 1948, when the young Canadian artist James A. Houston hitchhiked to the north of his country. He made some sketches of Inuits and gave them to the people who responded by granting him their artworks- small carvings, which they had made themselves. This first meeting with the Eskimo artworks was soon to be followed by many others. Missionaries, traders and whales started travelling to the north. The value of the carvings and the other artworks was soon appreciated and Inuit people began making their living by exchanging their art with precious goods for daily usage. Carved objects such as incised walrus tusks and miniature figures became very popular in Canada and later on in other places of the globe.

What is the main topic of Inuit art and what makes it so adorable to collectors? Perhaps it is the strong relation with nature. Inuit art depicts the physical environment and the severe way of life of the Eskimo people. It is also a representation of their traditions and beliefs, of their religious attitude. Subject matter in their art works is the northern nature, the land and the sea, also the northern animals, the birds, the plants, insects and mammals, which are indigenous to the north. Tradition has played an important role in the development of the Eskimo people, so it is included in the overall impression their art suggests.

The origins of the Eskimo people are one of the reason for Inuit art to arise. The ancient Eskimo people crossed Russia and established their new home in Alaska. The weather conditions there were so severe, that Eskimos needed all their strength to survive. The Arctic Canada was an uninhabited territory so surviving there cost them a great effort. Thus, their beliefs in the supernatural, in northern spirits and animals arose. Their traditions served a supporting role for the surviving. The ancient expressed their worries and hopes by making small amulets and adorning implements. The Inuit art is very sophisticated and attention upon small details is paid: I have seen an ancient polar bear carved on a piece of ivory smaller than a thumbnail. Inuit developed strong senses so that they could survive in the wilderness. To stay alive in the rude conditions an Eskimo needed to hunt as well as a polar bear, to imitate animal sounds in order to catch the animal, to sense a forthcoming danger faster than a raven. Animals became symbols of strength and courage, that’s why they are pictured and carved in Iniut art works. Perhaps tradition and beliefs is what makes Inuit art so popular among Western civilization: the art works were produced with a vivid sense of the surrounding world and in respect for nature.

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Everyone buys art from time to time, some pay large amounts of money for original artwork - more people buy cheap forms of the arts on-line or at their local market. But regardless of your wealth there are plenty of great art sites selling many great forms of art.

Times are quickly changing and the world of arts is fast becoming more affordable for everyone. With today’s access to information on the web, finding reasonable works of art can save the average person a bundle.

Wealthy people pay large amounts for original art - this is understandable because they are buying the original work of an artist who has made a good reputation for himself . Buying original art is also considered to be a good investment. For some, buying original art may also be a way of increasing social status and attempting to conform to culture norms.

More people stick to buying limited edition art.

Limited edition artwork can range from two copies upwards to infinity. Should we pay big bucks for something that may be hanging on hundreds of walls?

I recently came across a Spanish artists website. His artwork was to a very high quality. He limited each print to 250 copies; they were on sale for

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[Ruler of Heroes]

Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have its secrets, and dark powers, for it surely did. And this sketch will bring forth, some of them. (Part VI)

Ephialtes (425 BC) wanted the king’s throne, to be ruler of heroes in Hell and was promised it from Agaliarept, the Henchman and Belphegor, the King of the Demons, should he bring the king of Atlantis to the landing dock, to the pier where these two played their games and ruled Hell from, this would come about. Yes they wanted to see everything, and the pier was the best place for it.

No one knew where the couple was, and should Ephialtes tell, he would leave his treasure open to other hungry hunting imps and ghouls, demonic forces, and evil spiritsfor there was a gallery of these consuming creatures in every direction you looked. And therefore, a hundred years he played the game of building trust with his comrades and he devised his plan, day by day. Yes, he clutched to Anases like an anchor to the ground holding the ship steady. Both Anases and Ephialtes searched for the scrolls, or at least, Ephialtes pretended to, for it wasn’t in his heart; he had betrayed the Greeks to the Persians at Salamis, and on other occasions likewise, betrayed them for gold, or a prize; but no one in the watery grave of Atlantis, the old Port of Poseidonia knew of his reputation.

Somber with inner violence in his heart, his mind, Ephialtes went about his business helping Anases like an apprentice. No one being the wiser; he was joyous at times and placid, he knew he could not bring the old king back by himself, so in his spare time he’d create images in the darkness, and how the plan of capturing him would be on his face. He visualize drawing a map out for the force to come and surround him, capture himlater on he’d actually do it.

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The Garden

It was at the end of the one-hundredth year, he had his plan all ready. He had for twenty-five years rebuilt the Garden of Poseidon, brick by brick; oh, it wasn’t as grand as it was before, but for being in the shadowy tombs of the mountain, it was an achievement to the eyes. He did not allow anyone to enter it, saying: it had to be completed, and then it would be given to Ais, as a gift to the King of Atlantis. Thus, he would get her to bring him into the garden where the capture would take place. Oh, it was a great plan he told himself, he even pranced about in the garden like an elf eating rotten apples, laughing like a crazy man.

During this time, this last twenty-five years, he chummed up to Amasses so to get closer to Phrygian and his wife, creating a trust, bond of sorts; oh, he was a snake in the grass for sure, but the King was no gentle lamb himself. He implied this was going to be the event of events in the waters of Hades, in the Great Gulf, for all to remember, from one corner of Hell to the other, to the outer limits of its boundaries right up to the surface of earth itself for all the demonic beings to hear and celebrate. Ephialtes even praised this underground haven as his own sanctuary, his prize for being a faithful and good servant on earth; that this was his heaven.

It was the day, the day of his salvation, so he called it. Quietly, like a mouse, Ephialtes crept out of the mountain enclosure, the cave domain, the underwater prison of sorts, and swam into the lifeless, or almost lifeless waters of the gulf looking for the four guardians of Hell, Belphegor, the King of the Demons, Agaliareptthe henchman, assigned by Satan himself; along with Buer and Gywan, both overseers of the Walls and gates to Hell. As Ephialtes saw the underneath of a large vessel, he surfaced, and sure enough it was the Royalty of Hell, the four guardians mentioned before, with twenty rowers on the second deck below in place. Treasures flooded Ephialtes’ mind, and could it be any sweeter for the four in the boat, I doubt it. Within a matter of minutes the five are in the Garden of Poseidon, the four hidden behind a small temple, with four walls, made especially for this occasion to hide the four; it was part of the Garden, part of the plan.

Now Ephialtes calls to Anases to announce to the Queen, Queen Ais, and King Phrygian that the celebration, the jubilee will start in the Garden, and will be handed over to the king and queen as their rightful place, thus as he is speaking grandiloquently, the vague words he speaks give top the four hidden a hazy laughter, odious and simultaneous laughter.

Each and every one of the four meet now in the Grand Garden of Poseidon, like a spider to the fly, they wait for the moment, the queen and king will enter, and as the king and queen do enter, we see Ephialtes standing in front of them, and their friend Anases, nonchantingly bow to the king (unknown to him what is about to take place); at that moment, as he is about to say something, the four hidden beings of Hell, like phantoms of the deep, fly out of their hiding place, and subdue the king.

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The Capture and the Philosophy

Phantasmagoria circled the boat as the ghostship crept along the waters of the gulf, with the king, the prize of Ephialtes for Hell’s glory, the king framed in a circle with the over head mass of ghostly beasts as not to allow him to escape again, as they rowed the vessel to the Docks of Hell.

The Queen remained in a frozen stance, in the darken silence of the Garden, stunned in quiet horror. Her soft eyes not moving, not seeing, not even crying, or longing, or racing to join her husband any longer in Hell, for surely she could had jumped into the gray- machinated [plot]. But she did not move: but mumbled for once on a philosophers note: ‘men of power entrap themselves in granite webs of life, dead or alive, they fight battles, only for a way to get out of them later on, and taking with them all who enter their space.’

Standing ideally alone, utterly unaided, lost in the Garden of Poseidon, human evil mixed with cosmic evil was too much to carry for her, for the queen, she couldn’t any longer carry his or be his fancy. Could it be he demanded too much of people, whatever, she stood stone still for the longest time thinking in mid air it seemed.

There was no such thing as death, or dying, for in the mist of all was simply a process of transformation, we were not made to disintegrate into nothingness. Evil did not die, it was simply hidden away onto and into another corner of the world, so the rest of the world didn’t have to go on with it, could forget the damages caused by one man, and thus, have a little peace until the next one showed up. It was like God was giving humankind a break between storms, since Hell wouldn’t. Hell was becoming to Ais, as well as for the King all it was said to be.

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