As the title suggests, this news article series aim to promote wonderful aspects of the deviantART community, from showcasing beautiful works of art, to informing you of great groups, and to interviewing inspirational deviants. I feel so happy being part of such a wonderful community and I hope to make it better, even if it's only a little bit, by making these articles. My goal is to bring to light everything that impassions me and, hopefully, inspire you!
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Showcasing Gorgeous Artwork
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A showcase of art that has simply left me speechless from all genres, from digital/traditional, artisan, emoticons, fractals, etc.
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Showcasing Wonderful Photography
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A showcase of photographs that have left me in awe from all genres, from nature, macro, fashion, conceptual, abstract, etc.
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Showcasing Lovely Literature
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A showcase of literature that has motivated & moved me from all genres, from prose, poetry, flash fiction, short stores, etc.
Quiet
She led me to the ICU, shoes squeaking against the gleaming floor, each step in perfect rhythm with quivering hands. The nurse walked in silence, turning through the pristine white halls on automatic. My pulse faltered when we finally stopped and she guided me inside as if I were lost, fingers ghosting a butterfly touch between my shoulder blades. The noise-that-was-not-there gagged me and filled my head with smoke and poison and stillness while it hunted blind for the speeding metronome encased inside my chest. I could only wish I were lost when the blue of the curtains filled my vision and the sky shuddered weakly before us, but she did not
Iron Henry Unzips
It was the early hours of the morning when they arrived at the castle Ferris called home. He was glad to see it--Henry could tell from his face.
Henry was gladder still to have Ferris home. His heart was still like a sledgehammer in his chest, still painful with every beat, and he knew that as soon as he had some downtime he would have to open up and adjust his settings. Not that he expected downtime anytime soon, what with a wedding and all scheduled for the upcoming day.
Henry extended his hand to the princess first, and she shyly took it as she descended from the carriage. He made her nervous--he was used to that. He did his best to smil
Sonnet VIII - A Sonnet
To my exalted mistress, don't despair
When some unknowing philistine maligns
The subtle whims your agèd wisdom shares,
And all the beauty hidden in your lines.
Be not ashamed to show your proper form;
Or hide the cadence of your sultry verse
Your glamor is that you defy the norm
Unchanged in spite of how the times coerce.
Let artless heathens loll in trifling taste,
Pursuing comfort in their thriftless lays.
Enduring their neglect, remaining chaste,
Grow honored as true poets sing your praise.
I speak on your behalf when you're ignored
You give my insights soul as the reward.
What Happened to the Stars
The stars sparkled in all their papery
Goodness. Five points to each, I folded them
With care. I stacked them complementary
In color. They are the perfect emblem
Of my love. I poured them trickling down in
To a glass jar. They're jammed as tightly as
My small heart when you call my name. Thoughts spin
Tornado-like, monsoon-like, it's like glass
Shatters. Somewhere, something shatters. And these
Stars are all I can give. All I can trade
For your beauty. Know that my love won't cease,
Never. I stayed inside all day, I stayed
And made calluses along with stars. I
Made a jar of paper stars for my first
Love, my first loss. A star fo
A Lover Torn
A lover torn
yet only one can lie within her
bare
embrace
the blood of men
upon her rosy lips, like stains of
quiet
Tremors
Shadows crawl across the floor
She sits alone in the room
painting her fingertips a pale shade of grey
and listening to the ravens croon
A fire burns deep in her heart
turning it a smoldering black
Revenge is surely the only option
But start, and there's no going back
In the basement he hides
so safe, so protected
Or so he had thought
Should've known that he'd be caught
A fire burns deep in her heart
turning it a smoldering black
Revenge is surely the only option
But start, and there's no going back
Tremors went up his shivering spine
As he saw the flash of a silver ring
It wasn't the devil, or one of its demons
It was the
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A Tapestry
"Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep,
Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep."
-Pope
The thread was pale as new-hewn beech
She grasped it; held it close
And let it rest upon her cheek
For she loved it the most.
She could not find the other shades
That matched his eyes or hair
Though she had searched so many years
And stripped whole gardens bare.
His skin was all she could distill
From tender buds, half-grown,
And as she watched his cheek grown round
She wove, and
laundry day
copper-rusted bucket swinging
from its wire handle with each battering
blast of winter’s breath.
november tears slosh, swirling
around the blemished brim,
teasing gravity with each swing.
the sound of the sea rings in my ear –
enamel-painted echoes –
as i press the conch close to my cheek
until its rough edges draw blood.
still i can hear you, clattering
in the kitchen with pails of warm water
and this week’s sheets draped
over your arms, tangled around your body
like an exotic dress.
your coral-stained lips curve
into a smile.
into a smile that shatters (me).
the shell falls from my fingers
with a yellow-spon
cosmopolitan
A breath of sea air plucks
insistently at my fingers,
pulling me forward, tugging
at my seams until I am
completely undone with longing.
We are landlocked - you say
you don't feel a thing.
The harsh reflection of sun on
ancient white-washed walls
and achingly blue water slants
into my eyes, blinding me to the
ugly cityscape around me,
girded in the muddy offal of
inconclusive winter.
The taste of real gelato, Belgian
chocolate and German beer
bursts on my tongue at innocuous
times of day, leaving me dry-mouthed
and desperate.
You look at me strangely and say,
"But you've never even tasted those."
The world snuck up on
First Visit to the Zoo.
In the grid of the orchard
and later again in the ragged jungle
a wild kiss told me what love is,
and I will share with you exactly what.
Love is a monkey cage
and I am ice cream sticky
(or at least my heart is,
pasted to bars by hands,
little, but quite proportional
to my heart's eager 3rd grader body,
whose ballcapped ears ignore his name
called from the teacher gazebo,)
never stopping to ponder
what side of the bars I'm truly on,
blinded by the desire to squeeze my
head through the sweaty bars of July
to touch the chimpanzee
and offer the last of my ice cream,
puddling,
in exchange for a green banana
or a cir
summer-boy, birdy.
cusp of september,
summer burns on drunken driftwood pyres breathing
pale rhapsodies of you & i to a vagabond wander
of stars over stolen shores: there,
you spin me
wilder in smouldersilk tangles, falter-step through
strayed echoes of a mandolin waltz to a worldedge singed brazen, trembled
bright with a waking of storms. there,
we troth
wonder and a wanting and bones ripened lovelier
for boardwalk lights and grenadine heat
to that far place between
your sand and my sky.
[incandescent,] we break
with the thunder and home with the tide
to part without a promise on the cinder-wind, but
i've smokethreads through my hair and
the hol
They should've named her Hope
Faith
is the embodiment of things hoped for,
the evidence of things unseen;
she is the ironic nonbeliever
in anything beyond this earthly flesh,
but she writes the tomorrows of we the people
who have known, in our deepest parts, a feeling
like forgetting how to climb stairs
mid-step;
we who dream of mattresses
on inflatable beds, weekend eyes gummy,
mouths sticky and full of a taste we can't spit out
while we wait for more time
and for the train to arrive, finally.
She writes a someday like cheesecake in our mouths,
thick and real as childhood dreams of flying,
and when you're waiting for nights of cigarettes
waving around t
strawberries
drops of rain explode
into colors on your outstretched hands,
blossoming as roses
like bright ripe strawberries.
and when you roam enchanted gardens,
nothing is ever as it seems…
one moment a blade of grass
and the next one of many feathers
on the wing of a bird
about to take flight.
no matter how you try
gravity is wiser,
and you are bound to come down from the clouds.
millions of heartbeats like yours
all search for the same thing
and will find each other someday.
elle
she crashes through with fire and sky
a siren jubilee
with sweet-soft words upon her tongue
and smiles with no guarantee
beneath her skin the lightning cracks
with heat and will to burn
enough to steal away the soul
of those who idly yearn
adorned in sun and summer night
the taste of salt and sea
intemperate child, divine repose
a nymphic muse in reverie
the solemn fury of her grace
beneath implicit scorn
a challenge to any'd tame her heart
from here lies no return
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Showcasing Fun Groups
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Here I will inform you of cool groups I have come across or have been recommended to that I feel need some more exposure.
"Color plays such an important role in our lives whether we realize it or not. It has the ability to influence our feelings and emotions in a way that few other mediums can.”
Please check out this wonderfully colorful group!
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Suggested DDs
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A selection of DDs I have suggested this month and any that have been accepted.
Awarded DD on: 2-7-2012
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Here I will interview an inspirational deviant I have picked or one suggested to me.
• The story behind your username? •
It's pretty silly actually >_> I came up with it when I was about 11 because back then nobody would call me by my real name. Instead they'd come up with all these different nicknames that if someone said my actual name, I wouldn't even realize they were talking to me 
• Tell us about yourself: •
I'm Sana and I study Computer Science 
I'm a bit of a socially awkward geek, but I'm pretty awesome once you get to know me 
Because, well, I've been told that I'm a good listener! But that may be because I zone out while someones talking >_> I'm also good at keeping secrets 
but that may be because I forget them <_< AND I never forget a face! your name, however, is a totally different case >_< I also like rainbows and fluffy things 
• How did you discover deviantART? •
My brother. I really enjoyed browsing through the art and wallpapers on here and finally signed up after I got pestered by those pop-ups every 5 seconds I only became active like 4 years ago though.
I'm more of an amateur really.. but I do enjoy Photography as a hobby.. particularly nudes Conceptual photography.. because I love how the meanings behind them impact a viewer 
• Your Personal Favorite(s) From Your Gallery: •
Not really a fan of my own work 
But I'll go with
Because I dedicate this to all my watchers and friends 
• Favorite Inspirational Deviant: •
• What are your favorite aspects of deviantART? •
Definitely the dArama devious Community I mean the wonderful art is definitely why I came here in the first place, but honestly if it weren't for the feedback from the amazing people here, I probably wouldn't have improved or continued with my art! I've gotten to know so many lovely people through Groups and Chat Events and comment stalking And I'm glad I did 
• Where do you draw your inspiration from? •
Mostly from the music I listen to. Sometimes from other art work and sometimes get an idea just by having a conversation with someone 
• How do you strive to further improve your work? •
By practicing! Considering I've only got a point-and-shoot camera, I first try to visualize the shot I want in my head, set it up with whatever I can find around, take about a 100 shots in every angle possible.. just to be sure I didn't miss the perfect shot 
Then I post process the heck out of it
• Do you have any advice to fellow aspiring artists? •
Well, the only advice I can offer my fellow amateur artists is that.. Don't put yourself down if you haven't got a fancy camera. Take your P&S around with you everywhere you go! In fact, it's much easier carrying a P&S around with you and snapping away spontaneously than it is carrying an SLR with you all the time. And if you've got an idea, go for it! Mess around with the settings your camera DOES have and keep practicing with different techniques. Also check out some Post-processing tutorials online to edit your photos to look more appealing 
Someone once told me that it's not the camera that takes a good photograph, it's the photographer.. and I've lived by those words ever since
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Thank you for taking the time to read this article! 
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the article to help spread the DA love 
If you have any art/groups you would like me to showcase or a deviant you would like to be interviewed, please 
note me. Or, leave a comment with your suggestions in this journal, Suggestions for Interviews & Spotlight Artist. Thank you!
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`TimberClipse's dedication to our community is without question. From developing helpful tutorials, to being a community leader in groups such as #fella and #deviant365, you can always find Zev connecting with all areas of our community in order to spread his infectious enthusiasm and inspiring positivity. We are delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2012 to `TimberClipse, congratulations! Read More
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For example, I always get inspired by how ^
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Clint Eastwood is the answer,whatever the question might be (c) Popoks
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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love & be loved in return."
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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love & be loved in return."
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Formally hanketsu1717
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Believe. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Find my work on Facebook
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"Time never speeds up, no matter how fast you go." –fortune cookie
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"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love & be loved in return."
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Formally hanketsu1717
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