art is sharing and understandingart is sharing and understanding1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Nena is my best friend and she taught me how to respect the colours; how to understand colours. Left work of the clown is actually my own fictional story about clown Loredan whose imagination often sinks into the abyss of the moon and sun. After I finished work, it reminded me of Nena and I had to give it to her. The gift prompted me to share further. Often, any work that I painted or drew reminded me of a friend. You could figure it out here on Deviant when I share and dedicate some work for you. Really, when I share shot scene or picture,,, it remind me on someone. For me, art is sharing and therefore free.
and about Nena:
Quixote on the half-shell:icontechgnotic:Quixote on the half-shell4 years ago in Personal More Like This
The Intrepid Quest of Kevin Eastman,
Defender of the Comics Realm
It’s a shame that most comics enthusiasts prowling the San Diego Convention Center during Comic-Con 2011 mostly or even only know Kevin Eastman as the co-creator (with Peter Laird) of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, not that being one of the authors of one of the most celebrated comics phenomena of all times would not be laurel enough for any creative artist to retire well-rested upon.
While the fan-beloved TMNT juggernaut still rampages along unabated, there’s quite a bit more to Kevin’s biography that deviants should be aware of – especially when wondering how much difference one lone artist’s efforts can make in building a better arts environment for all who would follow in his path.
Kevin was one of the band of independent comic book artists and writers who in 1988 authored the Crea
Art Feature - SharksThere's an estimate that frightens and disgusts me. Over 100 million sharks are killed every year, and most of that number is do to the demand for shark fin soup. It's a horrible industry, where sharks are caught, their fins hacked off with a white hot blade, and then the shark - still alive - is thrown back overboard. Their bodies twist and turn, mouths gaping, unable to swim, unable to move in order to get oxygen rich water flowing over their gills. They sink, asphyxiating, unable to breathe. The lucky ones are killed by other sharks - a small mercy, a quicker death than what the humans who disfigured it had knowingly granted it.Art Feature - Sharks2 years ago in Art Features More Like This
It's a barbaric practice brought about by something as innocent as soup. Shark fin soup used to be a status symbol - only the richest could afford it. These days, it's a popular delicacy, high in demand, and well paying for those willing to supply the main ingredient.
Because that's all sharks are to some people- an ingredient. Something to be put next to th
John Lennon on Non-Violence and HumourJohn Lennon on Non-Violence and Humour2 years ago in Personal More Like This
As we have seen lately in Egypt, Turkey, Syria, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Greece, and elsewhere, demonstrations and protests (even peaceful ones) seldom work as intended. Either some third-party nut heads will join in, smash some windows, turn over cars, lit garbage dumpsters, throw stones, etc - or the riot police will show up, making sure it isn't peaceful any longer.
Violence always yields more violence and people like Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela and John Lennon have proven to us that non-violence, non-compliancy, civil disobedience, and even humour, are the things that authorities don't know how to handle. Always remember that!
The Fog Of Courage is out!Check it out here!The Fog Of Courage is out!3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Round HereThis song by Counting Crows, is a masterpiece....I first heard it about 15 years ago.Round Here7 months ago in Personal More Like This
I think that I will first give you the song...then follow with the lyrics.
You must listen to or read the lyrics to see the great beauty of this song.
First, here is the song, lyrics below:
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she's walking on a wire in the circ