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Tell us what defines you as a person.
Oh man, what a loaded question. I'm such a debacle of emotions and hypocrisies I don't know where to start. I'm a cosplayer? That seems a good a place to start as any. I'm in my early twenties and trying to find just where I belong on this world we call home. How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I honestly can't remember how I first came across it. I've been a member for six years but only lurked around for a good two years. I finally started using it when I got more into the "Cosplay scene" as it were. When and how did you discover your passion for art?
I've always been passionate about art... I just don't have much of a nack for it. I constantly surround myself with friends who can create and inspire while I sit back and struggle to even do half of what they do. I can't draw and photography skills are sub-par... but Cosplay gave me a way to be creative without having to actually have a talent! What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?
My love for the characters I cosplay and my friends greatly inspire me. I want to do the very best I can at bring the characters I love so much into the world and giving them justice...and the fact that I have no many friends that blow my mind with their costumes constantly keep me trying my hardest. What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?
I honestly can't imagine where I would be right now if I hadn't started cosplaying. For all I know I could be done with college by now, ahaha! What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?
A year ago my answer would have been very different...but right now I'd have to say it's W-what... what's that look for?
It's a cosplay picture of me and Courtoon at Ohayocon. That convention was during a very difficult time in my life and I honestly had no desire to attend. After much convincing from my friends I still attended the convention and now whenever I look at that picture I am reminded of how lucky I am to have friends who will stick by me even when I'm at my worst and try their best to help me through my rough patches. Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?
Oh. Only a billion. I constantly don't think I measure up to other people in the hobby but try not to let it bother me. I'm doing this to enjoy myself, not to gain anything but peace of mind and happiness. Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?
Yes. A very strong yes. The friends I've made through cosplay and, sometimes, the things I'm able to create have been very helpful to me and made me a much stronger person who is more confident that I have ever been in my entire life. What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?
Travel the world? Ahaha.
In relation to cosplay? Well, of course, there are tons of characters I've had the urge to cosplay but I'm not sure I'll ever get the chance because of finances. A few words for our fellow artists?
Do what you do because you love it; and not for anything else. If you're not loving what you do... then what's the point?
Rhapsodies of LoveBeloved Twilights of Destiny, bless us so divinely,
Wondrous reunion of two tender and loving lights,
Unearthly and enchanting soul, my heart is yours,
Such a bliss unraveling one another, each passing life.
Cherished graceful realms of delicious seduction,
Bewitched by the symphonies of your pure thoughts,
The softness of your adoring gaze drowns me so deeply,
Caressed by the incessant flows of your tender lips.
Inhaling every soft sigh, every delicate whisper,
Our love blossoming like the most melodious rhapsody,
Yearning for this blessed dream to never ever cease,
Longing, praying for our souls to finally rejoice.
One dawn, the dust of
FogbloggingDrifting in from shores
unseen, a tapping
on the keys of long
forgotten memories, you
come to me, like
in a dream. Waves crash,
ships drown, you stand
on solid ground, anchored
in the fog. As I go
down, my hand signaling 'good
bye,' water embracing me
on all sides, one final smile
is all I get, lost
beneath the tide.
two years ago I met her, spiderAbout two years ago I met her
And god, she was amazing.
She wasn’t beautiful like all the other girls,
But she was so..... interesting.
So peculiar and strange and weird,
But she felt like the most normal aspect of my life
For those two years.
She found stability in the most precarious places,
Bringing light to the dark and dark to the light.
She was a spider, and I thought she was mine.
And like the spider she was she inverted me,
Pinning and spinning me in her web and I was caught.
I thought I’d found comfort,
I thought I’d found someone who loved me
And someone I could give love to.
And she kept me in that web for
A boy who ran to townI knew a boy; he took me to town,
He stole my smile, turned it to a frown,
I knew a boy, a broken boy,
He played me around like a little toy.
I was a player before I met him,
I'd filled my life with heartbroken men,
Now I had this turned around,
Now my silent tears are the only sound.
I thought I knew a man, but it was not so,
I thought I knew a man, who'd never go,
But he packed up his bags, moved to the town,
And left me at the alter in my black gown.
The town, with its might and beauty,
The town with it's complicated disagreement with the world it see's,
The town, it whisked him away in its red lights,
I kicked, I screamed, put up every
Dreamer I lean down close, the eyes staring at me through the foggy surface of the ice, eyes expressing a white fear. The pupils are little black dots surrounded by a green halos, locked in a never ending staring contest with the sky. I scoop away the surrounding snow, wanting to see more, when the eyes suddenly blink and focus on me.
I jolt back and in one fear filled leap I land on the shore quickly turning back. I see a pair of black hands burst through the ice grabbing at the air, clawing for a grip of anything. The ice thunders out a deep crunch, cracking down its center giving the person more room the escape. The soggy hands fi
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