Rainy Rampage Critique Contest!ClosedWinners announced: http://rainylake.deviantart.com/art/Contest-Winners-Announced-381366852
FINAL CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS! Deadline is 11:59pm PDT. Find the countdown here: http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/generic?p0=783&iso=20130601T2355&msg=Submissions%20Due! More updates: Extending this until June 1st, so I have time to gather money for prizes and to comment on all the galleries. Sorry guys! EDIT 2. Contest will be extended to the 30th
EDIT. Please note, you get a prize regardless of which part you do. It is not required that you do both parts. Obviously, the prizes are a lot better for part two, but you can just do part one and leave a link to your gallery to be included in the fun.
Idea has been formed, so let the Rainy Rampage commence! I shall host a mini contest. The contest is pretty simple and has two parts, so please read through this
New Contest: Friendship!Winners announced: http://rainylake.deviantart.com/art/Contest-Winners-Announced-381366852
FINAL CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS! Deadline is 11:59pm PDT. Find the countdown here: http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/generic?p0=783&iso=20130601T2355&msg=Submissions%20Due! More updates: Extending this until June 1st, so I have time to gather money for prizes. Sorry guys! UPDATE: It seems like a few people were confused about the deadline. I'm still accepting entries until MAY 15th, not March. UPDATE! New prizes added. Check them out! Thanks everyone for offering to help, it means alot to me.
Hey all, it's time for an actual c
Looking for Admins!Still looking for a few more applications before making any choices. Send those puppies in You have until Sept 17th to send an application in, and the final choice will be made the following weekend. If we are interested, you will be contacted after the 17th.
This journal will be updated every time there are openings at the group, so keep checking back If you have sent an application before, please send in another
Interested in becoming an admin at ArtisticAnimals?
UPDATES: Looking for a few more members to add to the team. Positions that are currently open:
(2) Submission admin
(1-2) Gallery admins
(3) Creativity admin (specifically a person who would like to help do weekly features/games). If you are interested, please read the following journal entry
I am currently looking for a team of deviants who would like to help me run ArtisticAnimals. I feel like there could be a huge improvement with ge
Undiscovered Weekly: TraditionalWelcome to the Traditional Edition of Undiscovered Weekly
In case you're not familiar with it yet, Undiscovered Weekly is a series of articles aimed at putting a spotlight on some otherwise unknown talent across dA's various galleries.
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Hello! Thank you for participating! Please introduce yourself!
Hi! My name is Alice and I'm just a person who really loves to draw, paint, and make things! Basically, I like doing anything creative!
What are you favourite mediums? Why are they your favourite?
I mostly draw and paint but I've also become very interested in digital art after joining DA. I like pencil, color pencil, and oil paint the best for traditional media, and for digital I'll use Phot
Undiscovered Weekly: Stock and Resource:iconpackwood:
Hello! Thank you for participating! Please introduce yourself!
Hi, my name is Dean Packwood, I'm 42, New Zealand born and currently living in Taupo, New Zealand. I've drawn and sketched my whole life, mainly in pencil, ballpoint pen and coloured pencil. About 20 years ago, I got caught up with work and other stuff and really didn't get back into it until the beginning of 2013. I had never really gotten into painting in a big way until now. If you haven't done anything for a while, don't despair, it's like getting back on a bicycle, you're a bit rusty but pick it back up in no time at all. It was only a matter of a week or so and I was ahead of where I was 20 years ago.
Why do you create tutorials?
It's my personal belief that there is a skill to art (not like a lot of so-called "art" today).
I'm a writer (and I'm using that term loosely) that runs a zoo of animals, has a psycho-crazy-awesome housemate, and a very strong addiction to Monster.
My Warning LabelChemical Free
That's what my warning label says. I've tried to scrub it off, but there is no chemical to remove it.
So I sit here and scowl at it. Hoping my anger towards it will somehow make it flake off. It hasn't worked yet.
After a few hours, I'll give up. Just like I do every other day. I'll walk away and glance over my shoulder to see if my departure will change it. It doesn't. The label is still there. Sitting there. Mocking me with it's permanent ink.
Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Decade after miserable decade. It haunts me now and I want it to leave more than ever.
But what would I be without it? If I woke up tomorrow and it was suddenly gone, I would miss it. Would want it back. It's mine and no one can take it away from me.
Over the years, I've come to love my label. I may not be free to do what I want, but my mind is free to think what it wants.
I take it all back. I don't want to scratch off my label. I don't
The same way I find many things. My cousin invaded my home and refused to leave until I checked out what she wanted me to see. I was hooked as soon as I joined.
Fighting Fate : Prologue
Nineteen years ago
Quickly making his way up the staircase to the king's chambers, Lord Rafe, the king's administrator, entered the room, and walked up to the king. "Sire, two children have been born to the Queen"
"She is not the Queen or a queen for that matter, and you will not address her as such." Anger evident in his voice.
"King Malachi, my apologies, but I still await your instructions on what to do with the children." Rafe replied.
Malachi shook his head. "I can't believe this! First she scams her way into my castle and into my bed, and now she has given birth to two heirs to this throne!" Malachi paced the room like a caged tiger. "You are supposed to protect me from events just like this!" Malachi was obviously venting his frustrations. He was still unable to grasp how Elana of the Wood had disguised herself and convinced him to marry her, let alone bear his childre
What inspired your username?
When I first joined it was fenris242 mainly because I use that everywhere, but then I met thorns and after finding out my last name is Grimm and I was using a reaper-like avatar at the time, I became Grim Face (she'll tell you it's Grim Face the Jerk Face, but don't listen to her, she's an cheesecake supporter!) So when dA allowed us to change usernames, it was an obvious change because everyone was already calling me Grim Face.
Fighting Fate Scene 4
The journey was quicker than Skylar expected. Mick started to slow his pace as they reached a clearing in the woods. “This is Lady Elana’s clearing. I cannot say that she will be here, but this is where she resides. At least to the best of our knowledge it is.”
“So if she’s not here, what do I do?” Skylar asked.
“That I don’t know, but I will be waiting here for you. She’s never appeared for me, though I’ve tried. Maybe you will have better luck.”
Skylar got off of Mick’s back and walked toward the clearing. A circle of fog surrounded the area and made it impossible for Skylar to see more than ten feet in front of her. Skylar began to choke slightly at the thickness of the fog, and just as she thought she would have to turn back, the fog cleared revealing a cove of sorts. A white marble statue s
Fighting Fate Scene 5
"I have a sister? Where is she?" Skylar asked, having always been an only child, it was strange to think that there was a chance that she had a sister. A twin sister at that only made it more exciting.
"Her name is Alegra." Elana replied, but did not emphasize any further as she waited for her eldest daughter to ask the questions.
"Is she here?" Skylar looked around the clearing, anxious to meet the sister she never knew she had.
"No. Alegra wanders these woods and those around it." Elana admitted to not watching after the only daughter she still had close to her.
"What? You let them take me away and send me an entire world away!" Skylar exclaimed. "I get dragged here to find out that I have a twin sister only to find out that you have no idea where she is. What kind of a mother are you?! What kind of a woman are you?" Skylar protested.
The Community. I don't think I'd be here if it was for the Community. Especially the Lit Community. I was welcomed with open arms and they haven't kicked me out yet.
Skylar's decision was a hard one. It meant she would have to betray one of her parents. She wasn't sure she could do that. She'd grown to love them both.
Her mother had shown her the way and given her the most honorable protector. Her father had shown her kindness and rejoiced in her return to him. Both loved her, that much was obvious.
Skylar rolled over in the bed. The sheets were tangled between her legs and her pillows were in disarray. A smirk formed on her face as she stared out the window and watched the dark moon. She could certainly get used to the life of a princess. A few spoken words and she could have anything she wanted. What troubled her was the cost she would have to pay for that convenience. How many lives of the ones she loved? Emrick. Her mother. Alegra. Ash.
Was he a loved one? Could he b
Feedback and recognition for others and of course helping out wherever I can. I started my Be A Critic challenge to get more feedback for writers. It's done well, and I hope it continues to do well. Lit is still one of the hardest things to get feedback on.
Never Too Late Scene 1
Mickey hopped out of her Jeep and pulled the keyring from the inside pocket of her thigh length black leather jacket. Smiling, she climbed the three steps up to the front door, twirling the keyring in her hand. It had been nearly seventy years since she'd been to the house and now she'd be living there again.
Turning the old skeleton key, she heard the click of the door unlocking. Walking into one of the many places she considered home in her long life, memories of the house quickly came back to her. She'd missed it more than she'd realized.
There wasn't much time to get the house ready before her brothers arrived. Adi would come first and help with any of the major needs of the house, but when Kristof arrived the house had to be ready for living in.
Before even looking at the black sheets that covered the furniture, Mickey made her rounds to each of the many windows in the house to slide the steel protectors out of view. Just the
Being part of the fella team has given me the opportunity to get writers from all walks of life noticed as well with the Undiscovered Weekly features.
Individuals aside, I've also put in lots of work with various groups. Whether it's helping them get back on their feet, or just lending a hand when their staff is down. I enjoy meeting new people and being an admin has brought all kinds of new friends my way.
Never Too Late Scene 2
Adi and Mickey exchanged glances as Kristof disappeared up the stairs. Mickey shrugged and headed up the stairs after him. Adi followed her lead.
At the top of the stairs, Adi's eyes looked at the door to the spare bedroom. It was open, but the lights were out. Where had Kristof gone?
"Upstairs." Mickey didn't even wait for Adi to verbalize the question in his head.
"Upstairs? Why's he taken her up there?"
"Hell if I know. Why is she even here? Kristof usually stays away from mortals. Now he's bringing them home?"
Adi nodded his head. "You have a point. You're gonna ask when we get up there, right?"
"Uh, no." Mickey blocked Adi from advancing to the second set of stairs that led to the third floor. "It's your turn to ask questions."
"I asked last time."
"No. You whined that you were already on his angry side because you di
Never Too Late Scene 3
Kristof sat in the leather chair next to his bed. His mind drifted as he watched the chest rise of the woman sleeping quietly in his bed rise up and down and up and down. He couldn't remember what it was like to be human. Being a vampire as long as he was, there was very little memory of human life. Kristof enjoyed the perks of living forever. The glass of scotch in his hand, for instance. The bottle had been left since the last they'd lived in the house. There was absolutely no comparison for a well aged scotch.
Living as long as he had, Kristof had built up quite a nest egg, and money was no issue for him or his siblings. With more power than any other living thing and all but one unliving thing on earth, Kristof never feared walking down a dark alley or through a well lit neighborhood. He had the advantage of being able to know some of the most remarkable people in history,
What inspires your work?
All sorts of stuff. My prose is almost always inspired by life or things I wish were happening in my life. I'm also an avid people watcher. I've written lots of shorts and vignettes based off watching people in the store, at the beach, in a bar, or at a park.
My poetry (if you want to call it that, I prefer not to) is spur of the moment. Whatever fleeting feeling I'm having at that very second is what I write.
You Are MarvelousI wish you could see
Just how marvelous you are
Words do you no justice
Because there are none that
Can capture the essence of you
I wish you could see
The person I see in you
All the strength and unwillingness
Only begins to break the surface because
Beneath it there is a devotion few have glimpsed
I wish you could see
You are more than you think you are.
I'm a romance writer. I've always loved love and I love writing it. My housemate tells me that I'm in love with love. I haven't been able to argue it successfully yet. So I tend to agree with her. There's just something about the story of two people coming together and discovering each other that excites me.
Fighting Fate Scene 1
Nineteen Years Later
"I know, Mom. I'm just gonna take a bath while you guys are gone." Skylar yelled down the stairs of her home as her parents were getting ready to leave.
"Okay. We won't be long. And remember-" Her mom was interrupted.
"I know. I know. I can always trust my mom. Later!" Skylar yelled back, going into her room. "It's been nineteen years, and I still don't understand that." Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she quickly dialed the oh-so-familiar number. "Hey. They're gone." She said to her best friend.
"You have the box?" A voice came over the phone.
"Yup." Skylar said, grabbing the mini-suitcase looking box.
"In the clay pot put six of the dried rose pedals. To that add the shell of one of the cattails. Once you h
Fighting Fate Scene 2
Skylar thought she was going to walk onto the baseball field at any moment, but instead she walked further and further into the trees until the ground was covered with branches and moss. Not what should be there as the trees weren't thick enough. She looked ahead of her and instead of the bright sky, she only saw more of the dark dense trees. "Over here." She heard the familiar voice of Emrick call her. As Skylar turned and looked in the direction where her friend should be, she saw nothing. Then she looked down. There, looking back up at her, were the familiar green eyes she'd known her entire life. The problem was that they were now in the body of a two and a half foot tall wolf. Skylar inspected the creature before her. It wasn't possible. "Don't be scared." Skylar watched the lips of the wolf move and the voice of her best friend come out.
"Don't be sc
Any difficulties regarding your art?
Getting words written. That's the hardest part. I tend to rush through my writing and I need to learn to take my time and explain/describe things more.
What is your future as an artist?
I'll always write. I've long given up the dream of being a published writer, but writing has gotten me through a lot of rough patches and I know I can never give it up. It's always been an outlet for me; a way to get out the anger that needed to be released.
Never Let GoYour voice fades as I drift to sleep
I barely register the clatter of my phone hitting the floor
your side of the bed is cold
Even Puka loves you enough not to sleep there
If she weren't here, pressed warmly against my chest
sleep would evade me all night, and I want to dream of you
So when you show up on my doorstep tomorrow night
I'll hand you the remote and grab the soft blanket you adore
We'll stay in and make a disaster in the kitchen
but none of that matters because
You're here tonight, with me
I can hold you in my arms and never let go
You'll dig through my movies and pick something I hate
we'll get as far as putting it in before you laugh
and give me your real choice
It'll be one of my favorite films because
That's what you always do, and I love it
Jesse'll have to nudge our sleeping bodies from the couch
and that's okay because
Tonight you'll be curled up in my bed with me.
What words of advice do you have for others?
Dream big! It's a life motto. If you're not dreaming big enough, you'll never know what you are capable of. Sure, you may not make it, but there's always that chance that you will and that's worth fighting for.
What is the inspiration of your hot icon?
Who wouldn't want a raving Slenderman as their icon?
Cake or coconuts?
Definitely coconuts. Even the thorny variety. Cake is fake. Pie is the holy grail.
is this what love feels like?giddy and excited
fluttering and unmovable
grinning and shining
my fingers just want to wrap around yours
my whole body electrifies the air around you
my heart keeps forgetting how to beat
my legs can't move me close enough to you
my lips turn with that smirk you secretly love
my eyes are only for you
Literature News: Literature community happenings.
WritersInk Interviews - DisrhythmicAn Interview with Disrhythmic
This community thrives on contributions from its members - and no-one gives more love to the group than our Writer of the Month. We asked February's featured writer, disrhythmic, a few questions. Read on to discover a guilty secret about Stepenie Meyer (author of Twilight), what a thirteen year old's novel looks like, and how Dizzy likes to keep her hands busy.
When we featured disrhythmic at the start of February, we had this to say:
disrhythmic is a consistently active deviant who not only tunes into our regular roundups, but also gets through a lot of word-miles in the gallery, too. The WritersInk admins can rest a little easier knowing that there are people like her out there, giving encouragement and love to our members and making this group a really great place to be.
One thing we will say for disrhythmic is that she's a fantastic prose writer. The
How to Suggest a DDThe beauty of Daily Deviations is that they can be suggested by all members of the Deviantart community, including you!
To put forward a suggestion, just compose a new note addressed to one of the Lit CVs. Please note just ONE CV as multiple notes tend to create confusion.
If you're stumped on which CV to send in your suggestions to, you can check out their preferences which are stated in their profiles.
Before you Suggest
Having found the perfect piece of writing for a DD (maybe even with the help of this guide), there are a few things you should check before making your suggestion. If the author has used a preview image, please make sure it's theirs or one they have permission to use. For further reading about this, see http://crliterature.deviantart.com/journal/Literature-Previews-DDs-and-You-339976813
Check whether the deviant has been featured in the past six months.
Daily Literature DeviationsOver the last few weeks, we've been discussing the ins and outs of Daily Deviations - but that's not the only feature a writer can receive...
What are Daily Literature Deviations?
A Daily Literature Deviation (DLD) is another feature available for writers, serving as both a badge of quality and an opportunity for further exposure within the literature community. Every Monday to Friday, the DLD account DailyLitDeviations posts a journal that features five outstanding pieces of literature from community submissions. This account is not affiliated with Daily Deviations (DDs) or the Literature Gallery Moderators: it is an extension of the literature community itself.
Why are they important?
Because people care enough for them to exist. Daily Deviations showcase the best literature there is to offer to the entire deviantART userbase, and that's great, but the literature community has found a way to showcase even more of its best work to a dedicated audience. The DLD t
With the new year, one of the things that the literature gallery moderators want to focus on is the interaction and growth of the community as a whole, and part of that is being able to chat in a comfortable environment that will still further artistic and personal growth. And so, with this new year we have decided to launch :#CRLiterature:, a Community Relations chatroom for literature.
The Chatroom Structure
The first step toward integrating the community as a whole is the overlooking of user symbols in building the chat structure. All users start off in the Writers privclass, so that everyone has the same footing when trying to take part in the chat. The hope is that the room will grow to be a pleasant environment for literature discussion, or even just friendly banter. As people become regularly involved in the room, they will be given the option to be moved to one of three privclasses based on their interest in writing fo
Literature DDs for December 2011December's Literature Daily Deviations
Hello all! This is an article showcasing the deviations from the Literature gallery that were featured as Daily Deviations throughout the past month. So, without further ado...the features!
Featured by Beccalicious
Lady Depression by megsmadShe's half a step from me by ReinventReinvigorateA Christmas Surprise by nngrossin praise of scavengers by LancelotPriceThe art and technology of life by CatalystSparkPygmalion by YitikOrigin of the Sisters by TheBuggiest
Featured by Halatia
Fishbowl by RenderMeRainbowCaught Drowning by ninjababyfree verse poetry by baharimtotoPerfect Contrition by HesperieHarvest Moon by poshlost:thumb272367524:The Mundane Magic of Med School by ElmaraA Constellation of Scars by foxthepoetNot Quite Earth by leyghanUmbrella Terms by Alex-Fry-FanUncle Tom's Cabin by frizzymissizzy11 3 by bailey--elizabethA tall, lidded sunrise by pardonM3After the Dry by BrandonRChinnDixie Red by DownwardsSaintEulogy for Bear by SitkaReign:thumb175127048:borne by pagan-poetessFootnote To The Apocalypse by GentlemanAnachronism37 by brittlejacksSelkie by Peemu
Featured by wreckling
Original PlagiaristsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...
How To Be
... and for the Hell of it, the fictional fiction writer himself,
Richard Castle, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
belonging or pertaining to the origin or beginning of something.
new; fresh; inventive; novel.
arising or proceeding independently of anything else.
capable of thinking or acting in an independent, creative, or individual manner.
created, undertaken, or presented for the first time.
We're gonna be honest here, you guys. As touchy as the subject may be - it needs to be brought up, and [even more], it needs to be discussed. What am I talking about, you may ask?
The myth about being ORIGIN
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume XIWhat's This?
Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. And, if there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to read the first
The Tiny Drop of Darkness A tiny drop of darkness
Resides in my heart.
It lives within me, barely stirring
It drifts about listlessly like a ghost
A being that just can’t seem to disappear even if I want it to.
All the corrupt words people feed into my mind only hurt me.
They internally beat me black and blue.
They make my body feel cold on the inside
As they make the tiny drop grow
Into a pitch-black abyss with no end.
So this is what anger is like.
This is what it means to hate.
It is very unlike me
To punch a wall, to yell and scream and shout
To let others know how I am feeling.
To let people see my emotions
Is unthinkable, unheard of.
So, instead, I listen in silence.
And I accept them
Even if what they tell me is false.
Even if they’re all lies.
I sit in silence, holding back stinging tears
And accept their harsh words.
I subconsciously believe they are true.
Because I don’t know what else I am supposed to do.
What You're Made OfShe wanted to simply be.
Spend everyday in a sashay
across this life.
It would be so much better
than dealing with days from hell itself.
Cutting around every corner.
Trying to miss the void
Hoping to find meaning in
every broken second.
Maybe it would all add up.
Maybe she could figure it out.
But sometimes things just fall apart.
And sometimes things couldn't be stitched
back together again.
Not if she couldn't learn to fall.
Not if she wasn't willing to lose herself.
Life was supposed to be
beautiful, wasn't it?
Big doe-eyes shine in disbelief
and tears paint overworked cheeks.
Maybe not, she thinks.
lifetimeshe dreams of the thunder of a thousand bison
and the gentle silence of the soaring hawk
he dreams of the nut-brown hands
that wait for him
in the skin shelter she made
for their wedding day
he dreams of cold breezes from the mountains
and warm skin against him
and the gleam in her eyes when they meet his again
he dreams of sunsets over endless plains
of her soft breath in his mouth
and a lifetime of precious touches
he wakes in the embrace of flannel sheets
and tender limbs
his fingers entwined with hers—
brown eyes gazing into his with that familiar gleam
Poison.You observe her, stretched out to her full length on your black sheets; her sinuous silhouette draws a flickering, quivering shadow on the wall (even her shadow fears her, you think to yourself).
Not even the warm, dim light of the candles makes her more human.
She smiles at you, all menacing white bone, and as she opens her sensuous mouth, sibilant words slip between her lips and wind around you like a snake around its prey.
Chillingly beautiful, in a frozen, calculating way. Dangerous.
And you know it, you know that you're about to give yourself into the hands of a viper and that she will steal your very soul if she so fancies...but you are incapable of resisting the ecstasy of her sweet poison.
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
Ice Cold Heart - Part 1“C’mon, Lykaios, hurry!”
The young man looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they’re going to leave without us, you know.”
Luciana giggled and pulled on her brother’s arm. She couldn’t help it, she was excited. When she had first come to Gale City years earlier, she had seen airplanes up in the sky and had read about them in storybooks. They fascinated her and she had always wanted to ride in one, but never had the chance. That was about to change.
Lykaios stared through the window at the small jet sitting out on the air field and frowned. “I don’t know about that thing. It doesn’t look safe. I’d far rather travel on a dragon or griffin.”
A slender hand fell on the prince’s shoulder. “I’ve ridden on a griffin before. Trust me, this is much more comfortable.” Sara moved away from the man, dropping her duffel bag onto a nearby chair.
The small ebony-haired girl g
The Fictional Part of ExistenceI paint myself in volumes
And bind back the tendrils
Of meadow sweet
And summer orange.
And every breath
Is the poetry of your addiction
And the fleeting touch
Of illuminated letters.
The fictional part of existence
Is drenched in the sad sound
Of your footprints in the marsh
And the silver full moon.
And every spun thread
By spiders in the morning
Catches the dew
And drapes the faults.
With the ink of ages
Sit peacefully by the riverbank
Returning to silt.
Mellifluent WaterI am still water,
Blessed by tranquility,
And harmonious depths
Of unknown humility.
When emotion stirs, however,
And I begin to ripple,
Be wary, friends,
For my waves can cripple.
But most of all,
I am a honey river--
An endless flow of love;
An imprisoned giver.
So drink me,
And feel the heat
Of sweetened waters
That shan't ever deplete.
Painted Portrait Interview with ZawArtWelcome to Painted Portrait, a new Interview series focusing on traditional artists worth keeping an eye on. Painted Portrait interviews aim to give the community more insight into talented traditional artists and how they came to be successful with their art. Today we are interviewing ZawArt.
Thank you for allowing me to interview you, let's start off by having you introduce yourself.
-Hello! I'm one of the millions of users at this noble portal. As you can see by my gallery, I draw a little bit, on wood, on leather, on paper... Just another ordinary guy who likes spending time on creating.
Your gallery is filled with incredibly intricate drawings including celtic knots and the like, what inspires your drawings?
-Oh, this will be a rather standard answer... I'm not unique in this matter, as most of the creating brothers and sisters, I'm inspired by what surrounds me. Except music, books and things of this sort, I've been always in
Traditional Art Groups
Welcome to TraditionalistsWelcome to Traditionalists, a group aimed at giving the traditional art community their own unique voice by giving the traditionalists a place to gather, organize, and inform others with the help and guidance of the traditional Community Volunteer team. The idea behind this project was to open the channels of communication between the traditional community and the traditional CVs so that we can all work together and develop a main hub for all things traditional.
Traditionalists was created in order to give the traditional community a broader audience and to help shine more light onto the joys of traditional art! Following our guidelines set forth below, we will be submitting articles on a regular basis written by community members. This is your chance, you have the floor! Are you running a contest and would like to advertise it? Did you find an amazing artist that you feel more members should see? Do you have
Traditionalists 01Welcome to our first Traditionalists Article where we feature Traditional art news for the community by the community! These articles aim to promote, educate, and bring awareness to various events, projects and or deviants within the Traditional community. Anyone is welcome to add to future articles, please visit our group for further details on how to get involved.
Gwendolyn12 Interviews pallanoph
So, why don’t you start this interview presenting yourself to our friends here and telling us a bit about you?
Hello fellow deviants! My name is April Schumacher, and I'm a traditional artist working as a freelance illustrator. Though I grew up in the state of Iowa, I moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota to attend the Minneapolis College of Art and Design (MCAD) to major in illustration, and graduated in May of 2008. I'm still in Minneapolis, alive and kicking.
So, now let’s start the interview for go
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Devynn Interviews AmandaDrage:
Bio: written by Devynn
Amanda Drage was born and lives in Northamptonshire, England. Amanda began her art career as an equine artist, drawing horses from a very young age. She has been on deviantART for eight years in which she rose to prominance among the equine art community, her attention for detail, varied mediums, and intimate style catching attention with every piece she posted. In recent years, she began to branch out from equine art, trying her hand at wildlife art, where she excelled. Today, she continues to balance w
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Digitally Delicious: April 10th
Portrait of a second girl by Kristoff-Kristoff
Under Green Hill Copy by Jon-Foster
Gulo Gulo by nicheltoten
Commission - The Lady by Viccolatte
The Great Revival]Goujian by Wavesheep
Imagination by kelleybean86
Spring by AnastasiaReddress
Contest Winners!Thank You Everyone!
We wanted to thank everyone who particpated in this contest! We really appreciate it! We loved all the entries that we received and we are happy to announce the winners!
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FOX 0’NINE TALES RETURNS!
By Authority of Princess Winona
The Council of Royal Princesses does issue this urgent
NOTICE AND DECREE:
To All citizen artisans and beloved dreamers of Foxwood –
A CONTEST is declared
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Hi there guys The-Average-Alex here.
So i have noticed that almost no one here follows us on twitter!!!
Which isn't really surprising seeing as how we managed to lose the password maybe 3 months after we set it up.....
i swear we are organised!!!
I found the password and i have re-activated the twitter account!
we have have recently started working on ways that we can make Digital art club more interactive and ACTIVE in general.
We will be doing our best to make regular tweets featuring artists here on DA as well as finding awesome tutorials for you guys.
We will also be taking suggestions for contest ideas, features, feature themes and a whole bunch of other things! So make sure you follow digitalartclub on twitter so you can stay completely updated!!
Questions for the Reader
- What is strength?
- What songs do you enjoy listening to?
- How has art improved your life?
- Name some of your inspirations!
- What colors do you like?
- Would you like me to cycle through different art categories, or just keep these three? (Like film + animation/ stock + resource / deviantART Related)?
- Make up a fun theme.