As the title suggests, this news article's goal is to spread the dA love into everyone's heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining!
Tell us what defines you as a person.
I'm a dreamer. This caused me a bit of trouble growing up – I had my head in the clouds and a very difficult time concentrating on schoolwork (doodling was occurring as well). I always had a penchant for all things 'fantasy'. Fairy tales, ghost stories, sci-fi, mythology and cartoons helped shape me. I'm pretty grounded now, but I always make time to dream. How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I came across some fabulous fan art on the web and followed the link to the artist's dA account. I then started browsing the site and was instantly blown away. Here was an online community dedicated to artists showcasing their work, sharing their techniques and receiving feedback from other artists and art enthusiasts. Awesome!
Where do I sign up? When and how did you discover your passion for art?
I honestly can't remember. Even when I was very young, I was drawing. My parents were very supportive. They bought me an easel before I was even in school. My dad gave me my first art lessons. My mom drove me to weekend art classes the entire time I was in high school. I used to tell everyone that I would grow up to be either a Disney animator or book illustrator. Art was something I always did. What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?
I'm a nocturnal artist. Mornings tend to be confusing for me. The afternoon poses too many distractions. I'm definitely at my creative peak at night. I do get jolts of creativeness during the day where I have to drop everything and sketch out my ideas. But I do my best work at night when I'm focused and relaxed.
For inspiration, I look to nature, art and my friends. What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?
Probably more of what I'm doing now minus the art. What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?Dark Birds
is the most meaningful for me. I can be a moody person sometimes. Everyone has their inner demons to deal with. The dark birds symbolize the dark places a person's mind could go while the white dove is held close to the heart where love wants to grow. I was longing for balance and peace at the time. Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?
Yes, I see all the weak points in my work. I'm always wondering if I could have pushed myself to do better. These insecurities help me because if I'm unsatisfied with something, I'll try to work harder to improve. It keeps me on my toes and prevents me from becoming lazy. Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?
Yes, art helps me live well. It makes me happy. What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?
Illustrate a book. This dream of mine hasn't happened – not yet at least. A few words for our fellow artists?
Broaden your knowledge and experiment, but never abandon what made art special to you in the first place. Keep creating and practice - a lot!
Queen of the DeadHer hand flickers as she paints her
Eyelashes in black diamonds.
She is a china doll, eyes wide with tragic beauty,
Broken sunsets and torn stockings.
She spills some merlot into her rouge,
But bloodies her apple cheeks with it anyway.
A girl has to drink. A girl has to eat and kiss
Whomever she wants, even if
There's a fuss about it.
Her moonstone face grows cold as she
Dabbles her powderpuff over her freckles and scars and depressions
And pulls up her brassiere so the scarlet silk of her dress
Falls against her like the arms of a lover she never had, like a mother's hand
As she folds her baby into a yard of Egyptian cotton.
It hangs loose, feeling light against her calories, her shame and gluttony.
She is heavenly. Aphrodite's own protégée.
Golden bouquets of flowers twinkle at the crown of her head,
Knitted and wrought into a tiara with little diamonds in the
Points, beautiful but imprisoned in antique metal,
Like the hearts she took without asking to break.
She weaves the broken he
Hail! We who are about to die salute you.Ave! Morituri te salutant.
In our final hour on earth we sing
against the mighty militant
and in our dying cries we bring
our hopes and dreams with us.
Though we may die amongst the sands
or in the evergreen forests,
our blood will spread across the lands,
our deaths shall make the call.
To those who hear, we hail you.
Come join us in our fall.
Although, in numbers we may be few,
our might cannot be doubted.
We are the ones they dare to fear
and, though they may have shouted
"conform to us" in our ear,
still we rise and still we die
for what we feel is right,
knowing that somewhere our cry
can be heard throughout the night.
Nealson told his parents and other siblings, though not Deandre. He was planning on telling him in person when he and Andrea had their first little family dinner. Then they could tell Theresa also. Though for some reason Zoe seemed quite a bit more distant after the ultrasound, even when he was invited to dinner- which was becoming a much more regular thing -he would turn it down and instead eat by himself.
It worried the couple and they weren't sure what to do about it or what even caused it. Andrea suggested that it might just be the hormones... After all, Zoe was still a teenager so they'd be high anyways and with the added ones from the hormone injections and on top of that the pregnancy he could just be really stressed or all over the place and didn't want to be around anyone because he was so frazzled.
Andrea really didn't worry about it until a night about a week later. He'd woken up in the middle of the night and found himself really thirsty
Fight with FateI can't run away from God
Because I no longer believe he exists.
Maybe I do..still have an ounce of faith.
Why give me pain then,
when I prayed for happiness?
Why give me that thorn in my flesh?
When I prayed for salvation.
Where are you God?
I am tired of searching.
I asked for rainbows to tide me over the storm.
So after a long time of pleading,
You gave me such a weak rainbow today.
I attribute it to science.
I can't see the rainbow now.
you must have lost me too,
in that sea of people you need to look after.
I must be a lost sheep.
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