Tell us what defines you as a person.
A deserted island, a closet, coffee and the weather - all those things sound like me. But I wasn't always that way, different things used to define me in previous times. How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
An artist friend is a member for years, he showed me his account and recommended I would showcase my artworks in a similar way. I made an account in November 2011 but that lasted only for a month, until I got a privacy rush and deactivated the account. I opened my current account in February; this time I was able to process contact of my works with viewers. I am beginning to be active more and more, I grew to love the community. When and how did you discover your passion for art?
I always loved to draw, since I was a child, but I met enough people with talent to know I do not belong into that category. I stopped trying and my life went another direction. However, a time has come when I felt completely lost and nothing made sense to me. That's when I started to paint again. I wouldn't mind people's reactions anymore, I just practiced. And it came along. What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?
The idea of people inspires me. I don't observe people enough, I live quietly and basically alone, but I dream about people, idealizing them. Fairy tales, happy endings and heroes that live and die as a shining example says so much about how people want to be. Then I go out and I meet the reality. The conflict of these two worlds is in me all the time. What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?
If I wasn't painting, I would be probably a depressed bacteriologist trying to figure herself out. What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?
A lot of them are meaningful to me, this type of work gets very personal. One of the most important, however, is Silent Statement
- there were times when I let everything and everyone influence me and this impact led to partial instability and inner fears. One day it got to me too much and I wished to freeze time, grab the pieces of me and build an iron shield inside me that would protect my integrity no matter what's going on around. I painted Silent Statement
with this thought on my mind. Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?
I am very sensitive about my sister's opinion, anything else I can take constructively and work on. But probably everyone knows the feeling when they find work of someone really exquisite, artworks that speak your mind, how little you feel that very moment. Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?
Yes. Well, maybe it depends on how we look at it, art helps you to see problems globally, but the work you put into it definitely makes me breathe fresher air. What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?
I always wanted to fly, but since God forgot to give me wings, I never got a chance. Everything else I had a chance to do, it was my decision not to walk that road. A few words for our fellow artists?
Please keep on creating. It always brightens my day to see your works.
familiar placei'm afraid i'm beginning to lose myself
in that unknown ocean of believing with
every fragmented piece of my shattered heart that
i am just not
enough for you
this is a familiar place to me;
i just never thought you would be
the one to take me back here, where the
depths are nothing short of
monstrously overwhelming just
like the way you kiss
it's so overwhelming
i desperately wanted to
believe that you wouldn't
leave me out in the cold, with
half a mind to take
a knife to my own throat and
find some escape route
you were supposed to be my escape route out of here
but all you've done is desert me
The Anatomy Of FallingTwisting, twirling,
Slowly unfurling in your arms
Singing and sighing,
Collapsing in perfect unison as we
Inhale the heavy musk of yesterday
(You knew you’d stolen my breath away even then)
With just three words,
You fed me the sky;
This Empty FeelingEmpty.
Like a street with no cars, a building with no people. Negative space, inhabited only by me. A room devoid of light, save from the steady glow in front of my eyes. Sure, a few people surround the edges of this zone, occasionally peering in but then hurrying on their way. None of them manage to reach me like I wish they could.
And even then, she’s still unobtainable.
Out of all of them, she comes the closest to passing through this black shroud; she doesn’t, instead bending the edges of the figurative circle inwards without truly entering it. She sits there, smiling, the brightest soul I’ve ever seen. She’s within arms reach, but doesn’t extend her hand. She’s content with watching me, though she means no harm by it.
She’s unaware of what it’s like here.
I long to be where she is, but the most I can do is place my hand on the cold glass of the screen.
Autumn's Forgotten BeautyAsk Me To Describe An Autumn's Day
And I would wrap you into dirty cloth
As we are lying in the gutter now,
World as I knew it is far far away.
I can't remember my last Autumn's Day
I didn't listen to the kids playing,
value sitting by an oven with tea
see the leaves falling down, red and yellow.
Now I am lying here, telling you things
I can not even remember myself.
But that is all I can share with you, boys,
of autumn's forgotten beauty.
Night of a Thousand StarsAs I put on the velvet dress
And tie my hair in a pretty bun
I felt more like a princess
Off to a ball of elegance and fun
The taxi was my carriage
The school, my palace
Teacher Fem, my fairy
Who's my prince, then?
On the red carpet, I strode
The flowers seemed to danced
The stars in pink and blue
All lined up the entrance
With the decors all set
Stars and flowers around the place
I found myself in a quad
That shamed my dreamy palace
Excitement turned cold
As the program began
I couldn't help but wonder
And worry about the dance
The program ended
The dinner, too.
The first song plays
I didn't know what to do.
What should i do?
What should I feel?
Am I good enough
For someone like him?
A tear was about to fall
When someone, heard my call
He ask me to dance with him
With a gentlemanly grin
My anxiety faded
My might was going well
My friends did love me
Him?-I cannot tell.
The night was short
The countdown was on
The last song was next
I couldn't find him at all
'So Close' was playing
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