We live in a world full of diversity, every day in real life and every day on dA. And it happens so often that a work of art is "slashed" simply because it is different than others. Because someone sees it and doesn't understand it and doesn't take the time to think about it.
People who react like that to art, follow the same thought process, that so many many people follow when it comes to Racism, Sexism, Homophobia: "This is different to me, therefore it must be wrong." You may wonder if that comparison may not be too harsh, but when we open they way for people to condemn what is different in the small things, like in this case Art, we open the path to that thought process taking shape in many more places.
Instead of hating on differences, we need to embrace them! Because differences make life so great! We don't want to live in a dull world where everyone thinks and does the same and everything is dull and boring and repetitive.
Let's enjoy and celebrate the diversity of this world and this website in particular
- Celebrating Diversity #9
Sunday 4th by Talty
- Celebrating Diversity #10
Sunday 11th by JZLobo
- Celebrating Diversity #11
Sunday 18th by 3wyl
- Celebrating Diversity #16
Sunday 13th by neurotype
- Celebrating Diverstity #17
Thursday 18th by bradleysays
- Celebrating Diversity #18
Saturday 26th by maytel
- Celebrating Diversity #20
Thursday 18th by pica-ae
- Celebrating Diversity #21
Wednesday 24th by neurotype
Her face on the canvasIn this twilight dream
Ringlets of fire burned in memory
As my paintbrush bleeds
In candlelit stains upon ivory
With Her coffin behind me
Tears undisturbed by Her soft fingertips
Though Her ghost is with me
My heart into brushstrokes to revive love.
The AudienceThis is the first time I’ve seen her like this, and it takes time to believe what I’m seeing. We’ve all seen pictures of Earth from space. We’ve all seen the sci-fi movies. Seeing it for yourself just doesn’t compare. Our planet is beautiful.
The space station is at just the right angle to see half the world in day, lit by faraway fire, and half the world in night, lit up by electric stars and comets.
Everyone needs to see this. Everyone needs to understand. The divisions between countries don’t mean anything in reality. This is one planet, and together we must protect it. We all need to . . .
Wait. No. I don’t understand what’s happening. This is not – this can’t be – I can’t be seeing this. What am I seeing? What’s going on?
What . . .
* * *
“ . . . the fuck?” The words come slow as I struggle to process what I see. Somewhere in the rush of thoughts I c
- Celebrating Diversity #26
Wednesday, 4th by maytel
- Celebrating Diversity #27
Wednesday, 11th by Kaz-D
- Celebrating Diversity #28
Sunday, 22nd by Nyx-Valentine
- Celebrating Diversity #29
Wednesday, 25th by inknalcohol
- Celebrating Diversity #30
Sunday, 29th by jane-beata
- Celebrating Diversity #35
Wednesday November 6th, by jane-beata
- Celebrating Diversity #36
Sunday November 10th, by Thiefoworld
- Celebrating Diversity #37
Thursday November 14th, by ArtByCher
- Celebrating Diversity #38
Tuesday Nov 19th, by pica-ae
Childhood Dreamseffervescent desires drawn on the concrete sidewalk
the rosy, pink lines forging memories now disappeared
within the harsh realities of life (destroyers of childhood
dreams) nothing but faded outlines left behind vague
remnants of a time when I wanted nothing more than to
have my first popsicle of the summer and run from those
pesky bees, always attracted to mewhether I was wearing
yellow or not. later on I was thankful for those same bees
they seemed to be the only ones that cared when it came time.
summer months spent running on harsh asphalt, mornings
full of Bible scriptures and camp songs, playing kickball, and
falling down (leaving a massive gash on my knee) before
rising like nothing happened, rushing to return to the games
and drawing the most perfectest picture on the ground
never realizing it only took a single rain shower to wash away
thirty minutes of hard work, mosquito bites, and missed play
time it only took a single rain shower to
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
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