Best Of 2013I have been collecting my personal favorite pieces of art in several galleries, and I am now very happy to share them with you, in what will become a yearly feature.Best Of 20131 year ago in Personal More Like This
Best of Photography
C (bw) by Chaerul-Umam
Sunrise at Nam Naw by palmbook
Fire In The Sky by DrewHopper
Arc by ArtOfFragility
Breathtaking by CharmingPhotography
Austria Kufstein, the extinction by alierturk
Burning Book by HouaVang
Fractal Art DD Round Up - December 2013:icontatasz:Fractal Art DD Round Up - December 20131 year ago in Art Features More Like This
Features by tatasz
Station in the Stars by heyday93 Faberge Dreamtime by bluefish3d Project X by bogfl
Not so blue by Aqualoop31 Charmed, I'm Sure by 2BORN02B chrome c 4 by Lo-gi
PRIMAL LAND by loboto Nh-wf-131122-24 by m0thman72
Macro Galaxy by zy0rg The Four Dimensional Totem Pole by controlv
Artificial Pearls by t0leg fire is coming by KPEKEP
Ultra Fractal Video TutorialUsing Ultra Fractal's Explore FeatureUltra Fractal Video Tutorial11 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
A Video Tutorial
This tutorial is intended to demonstrate the use of Ultra Fractal's most powerful tool: Explore. If you are a veteran UF user, you probably already know this, but if you are just getting started, it may be frustrating that there are seemingly no tutorials about this commonly used feature. That is, until now. I hope you find it informative, and if you are a fractal artist who has not tried UF yet, maybe this will tempt you into giving it a shot.
. Nyx .. Nyx .1 year ago in Personal More Like This
. Nyx .
The pain stopped her drunken expressionless rhythmic spin. The burn was concentrated and sharp; a pencil point of agony on the center of her cagina, that soft plump white stretch of skin from thumb to index finger. She stood and stared down at the ember still in its asteroid glow embedded in her right hand. The girl who’d shoved a cigarette against her while she had danced solitary in the anonymity of the dance floor grinds herself against the thigh of the muscled round-headed thick-lipped guy she was with and disappears in the bobbing mass.
The orange glowing ash clot drops from her skin and other dancing strangers push against her from each side. She lowers her lids and narrow bedroom-eyes her way through the crush to the end of the bar. “Gheaţă” she slurries at the guy with the miniscule reptilian pleat of black hair surrounded by buzz stubble skull across the bar. “Ame
. power of name .. power of name .1 year ago in Personal More Like This
. power of name .
I lay here quietly at this late hour; outside is the sound of the rain, in the trash bins, on the pavements, coursing through the channel pipes from the rooftops of all the buildings. It is a lovely restful sound that reaches my ears so clearly as my window is wide with the warmed temperatures. I lay at this late hour, interrupting my reading, to listen, think, consider …
“… Then let me say that,’ she said. But I remembered then that she had said it once to me already—and I still cannot think of that, without shuddering. I shook my head. She murmured at last, ‘Give me any name but ‘Miss Prior”—which might be the name of a matron, or of any common visitor; which might as well be nothing to me. Give me a name that will be something—give me a secret name, a name that has, not the worst of you, but the best …’
.it was just a name after all..it was just a name after all..it was just a name after all.1 week ago in Personal More Like This
To be obsessed with someone who is negligent at best … is that search for satisfying the insatiable the reason for this place? Is it why I always remain? A revenant with such violent demands and capabilities my body could never sustain? Which of us is truly the psychotic spirit obsessed?
Psychic or physical – I impose impacts paranormal. Let me in. Picking your single voice from this hiss white noise, fading in and then back out in clarity; you singing with that soft drawl; your songs of loneliness. Is it just bait laid to entrap? Do you dwell in life so deeply longing that I’m on your breath? Move in with me to this space of emptiness that I possess, that is what my heart pumps cold and damp, parched and longing, starved and demanding I’ll thump your walls and taste your hungers. Surrender, but retain your strength, yield to pleasures the human only drips in ink; t
Chaotica Weekly Feature Hi! And we are back with yet more great works to share with youChaotica Weekly Feature 4 months ago in Art Features More Like This
I guess we just grab out droolbuckets and sit drooling in front of our monitors. Amazing!
piethein21has been back to action. Keep an eye so you don't miss his works.
Couldn´t skip this beauty by pillemaster. Yup, single flame
Quite an underapreciated artist, rce-ordinary creates amazing works like this one
Elliptic Splits may be an old thing, but they will always look gorgeous in hands of a great artist.
. me .. me .. me .3 months ago in Personal More Like This
‘… if you’d only read me …’ train station or airport, night dark stealth attempt to border cross; stealing out a back door into an ally in escape of flagrant discoveries. ‘… you’d have known how it always ends, my endings, my always sequel evidence of passing presence …’ they never seem to understand the warnings. Brakes squeal hard and there’s the slick slide grind of pebbles and synthetics as tires fail to grip. I put my hands on the wet cold metal of the fender and bare my teeth at the distorted shape of the driver; his hands on the wheel magnified and clear in my mind’s eye. ‘… white dude you’ll never see my departing shadow …’ I’m gone before he can press the horn or shout or raise a finger. Escape my only concentrated endeavor.
There’s a knot so tight, g
Paper MonsterFinally this animation is outPaper Monster11 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Thanks to skulkey for soundtracking and to lyc for rendering
. catch up .. catch up .. catch up .11 months ago in Personal More Like This
So much sleep, shotgun spread pattern of hours, now clustering and clumping into tighter groupings. What once were my dog-moments, are sliding together in continental drift, Pandora again within my grasp. The sequence of new beds, one after another, passed by, longed for, encountered nightly in discoveries with the gentle.
Quiet. Uncertain quiet; there had been so very much of the loud where once I sat; trams and buses, trucks and voices of those that walked with phones to ears. There had been the roar of her, and the sullen subtle absence. There had been earthquakes; and separations by steps, a tectonic shift moving at human speed and timing; all of that noise, and now I in my quiet.
I savor the relaxation of soft wind in stripped winter trees; of the river’s chuckle and click of frozen surface. It’s Sunday here, quiet bundled-inside Sunday. The construction crews will begin again to
about chaosPeople were created to be loved.about chaos2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Things were created to be used.
The reason the world is in chaos is
because things are being loved
and people are being used.
Features 07/2014Visit my blog: http://elelart.wordpress.com/Features 07/20146 months ago in Personal More Like This
Dubai Marina VP by vinayan
Zombie Recycling Inc. by Full2D
Untitled by lisans
Jasmin by Wordup
Sickle by BogdanBoev
aquarius by evenliu
New Beginnings by sophiaazhou
Behind You by kuschelirmel
Take One, Two Souls by oO-Rein-Oo
. warm .. warm .. warm .11 months ago in Personal More Like This
A dark figure, black and grey, high contrast and full grained. Seen slow walking away; not a focal point of concentration. Moving slowly, pausing, sitting in a cold spot smoking. Shuttered swollen darkness, there lie pools of eyes spilled upon a pale white canvas.
Solitary silhouette, bit part in walk-on passing; this is what she is become. Winter was beginning, winter is the end.
. warm .
along the hillside
to the ridge
loping quickly now
leapt snow bridge
two in memory
one left freed
smoke of heart beating
love's long heat
© Amanda 2014
Image: "barrel of a gun." by :iconindiae: © 2009
*blue ermin loop™ *
. how can I keep anything .. how can I keep anything .. how can I keep anything .2 years ago in Personal More Like This
White, softer white, black and bruised deeper than black, there over there is a brush wash of indigo, and watercolor splatters of grey; drip drop drip four five six and mirror shine on black am I a blur distort twist splash and white with running blue bleeding now and in a blend and air brushed sprays of cooled violet arrays. Dip yet again close your eyes with mine and surprise open wide for soiled white; white on grey behind verticals of furnace black solid shine on the left hand side and hold my hand for just a leap the feel of red where none it's hidden but glows beneath and let me go, just walk alone there's more verticals in falling longs like charcoal shadows. Night on white; smile and laugh, hear echoes come back in smokes and greys and white again.
© Amanda 2013 3.6.2013
Image: "3 winters" by :iconhalcyonshores:
. expiration .. expiration .2 years ago in Personal More Like This
. expiration .
Cast aloft in counterpointe
I am freed and float
White and pure falls about
Slowed in cold's embrace
Touch again your gentle face
Held apart spare lines
Grey'd details lost to time
Blurred slice as each decline
Sister's love our blood let sleets
Fated dour concubine
Wintered tug my fractured grace
Chill soul pressed abeyance
Expiration breath's recline.
© Amanda 2013 3.5.2013
Image: "S_N_O_W I" by Amanda's Daughter © 2013
Overcast with snow and rain. Fog early. High of 39F with a windchill as low as 19F. Breezy. Winds from the NNE at 15 to 25 mph with gusts to 30 mph. Chance of snow 100% with accumulations up to 6 in. possible
for my daughter, Megan, Sophie, BiBi, … my not fallen angels
. wet ..wet .. wet .6 months ago in Personal More Like This
The theme runs through her, like her blood. After thirty years she had seen it toss, felt its power, been swept away over and over; spun whirlpools of what it was that became her sole song of longing. The salt tang of it on her tongue, the slow run of it down her body under baking suns. She had walked in frozen wastes of it; vast iced, crevasse cut, millennial sheets of denial. The pink and red crystal indentations of her bare feet on ancient latticed ices, preserved as passage.
Rivers of it offered up in panting showers of shaded subtle-lit forest where she might strip, strip all of her outer dryness away and become it; just one more rope swing jump, slow entry into those deep ponds of invitation, all this and even more. Thirty years and the peak rose on the surfed wave of her.
She had written pornographically of it, yes, it’s quite true of her. Her longings took shape, and peaked repeatedly with a particular
HimAnd even if I'd forgotten Him,Him1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Cast away and swept aside -
He'd still always end up there, in
The deepest places I try to hide.
And even if I left it all behind,
In a box, folded up and put away -
The past would still call forth unto the present,
With every word I couldn't bear to say.
Daily Fractal Feature for March 4, 2014Daily Fractal Feature for March 4, 2014Daily Fractal Feature for March 4, 201410 months ago in Art Features More Like This
On a daily basis we, at DailyFractalFeatures, are aiming to showcase a small selection of fractal artwork to the community.
We are proud to feature today's Daily Fractal Feature!
You can show your support by ing this News Article.
Please comment and the works featured and congratulate the artists!
Silk by OutsideFate
blue pill by DSMeskalito
Pleasant Descent by HalTenny
Still...Looking Ahead to 2014!I am looking ahead with great pleasure and anticipationStill...Looking Ahead to 2014!1 year ago in Personal More Like This
for the many fractal images
that will be
But MOST of all...SUBMITTED!
:iconxtremefractals: will be 3 years old in March!
So, expect me to come and "snoop around" your fractal folders over the next two
months to find TREASURES we may have missed.
There will also be a CHALLENGE issued to all members to create an
image that displays the subject
"Fractals Have Infinite Diversity"
(more information will be forthcoming)
We are all different and love different programs that create and display our fractals.
. to chase is always past tense .. to chase is always past tense .. to chase is always past tense .2 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
... it roars in, sounds, lights, colors, blurring movement, cold, light rain, voices, deep bass from bars, laughter, and the cuneiform calligraphic dismay.
If I told you this is how the moments, those compository fragments of our joined spirits pass, would you argue? Is life, or in my case, existence, so different? I feel the bellows of the hallways breathe, do you not? The gray black and white of it, all the shades of us in our collapse; you leaving me, joining me, tempting me, now having all of me. Perhaps it is only we, as contemporaneous meldings, who perceive in this manner? Can you see us now? I’m here, always for you, because of you, needing you. Take us in deeply, feel my shuddering form; warm us please, I’m so very cold.
Take hold of me wherever you lay; whomever with you lay; in those moments of release which you suffer gladly under, recognize me benea
.photographs of me..photographs of me..photographs of me.2 days ago in Personal More Like This
There’s smoke still hanging in the air; lurking low and white, like a Frisco fog but thicker ‘cept where the air blows it in long stringy threads like sour milk drifting in the sink water. It’s a throw-away zone thing. It stinks of oil and sulfur and hot tar bubbling in summer; ‘cept it ain’t summer. You’d think that stuff that burnt in winter would smell like the sides of Cali cliffs in flame wouldn’t ya? Doesn’t though. There’s no incense scent to it. No tight wound drift of pot, or myrrh or pretty pine Christmas trees piled up and flaming after collection. It’s a seething slurry of bad industry burning.
People are standing round in twos and threes watching it as little ash whirlwinds dance spirals in the heat that's still hanging onto hot spots. It’s warm enough now, just above 0 degrees C, that the water they’d pumped is wet on charred
About artistsEvery child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.About artists2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Digitized: April 2014Digitized is a monthly feature from Digitalists that sports several awesome deviations from the Digital Art category of deviantART's gallery! Let's get started!Digitized: April 20149 months ago in Art Features More Like This
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