Daphne Oberon

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Flying Pollution Fighter Dragon won the contest "In Flight - Art"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Back from the Vendor Textile won the contest "Primary Colors Digital Art"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Congratulations! #5 Ranked Digital Artist of 2019!

Daphne Oberon: My historical fiction novel, My Grandfathers Horses, is now available on Amazon under the fiction pen name, Victoria Auberon. https://www.amazon.com/My-Grandfathers-Horses-Promises-Legendary-ebook/dp/B07X6KK31Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1572382923&sr=1-1

The sequel My Grandfathers Horses, My Grandfather's Gold, will be coming out sometime in the next year. My interaction with the isolated privileged class of Baja California gentlemen horse breeders and cattle barons of the 1960s and early 1970s provided inspiration for these works of fiction. Also, my own experiences with range ponies, two bronco mares and a colt I handled from age thirteen to sixteen on the island of Cerralvo, an otherwise uninhabited desert island, later renamed Isla Jacques Cousteau. My fanatic doomsday isolationists eft me there to start a ranch to survive World War 3. Instead the Mexican government eventually kicked us and our goats, burros and horses off the island, lol...

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Into the Landscape finished third in the contest "Landscape - Art"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Free Takeoff and Landing won the contest "Takeoffs and Landings - Art "

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Sorting Fruit finished third in the contest "Farm art"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Father and me finished third in the contest "It?s All Relative"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Banana Inspector finished third in the contest "AUGUST2018 Open Challenge-AnyMedium"

FanArtReview wrote to Daphne Oberon: Tropical Colors won the contest "Colors In Nature - Art"

Daphne Oberon:

WHERE TRUTH LIES SLEEPING
Ode to the Indian and mestizo farmers of Guatemala victimized by Gold Fever and other commercial interests:

Skeletons of settlements where truth lies sleeping,
Destroyed by soldiers who left people weeping.
Where are the weavers, the potters, the farmers,
The fruit trees and gardens with glimmering flowers?

Where are the animals with tinkling bells,
Waiting for water to be brought from the well?
Where are the babies loved by their mothers,
Field workers, wise ones, children and others?

Silent is the laughter, no bird songs fill the air;
Gone are the families with simple fare to share.
When political regimes leave their farmers dying,
They destroy the earth and truth is left crying.