Gallery Makeover ProjectHello everyone
Recently my team and I worked tirelessly on a project to help improve the gallery descriptions and thumbnail examples. While that project was indeed tedious with almost 4,000 categories in our system, it was also educational. What I learned from sorting through thousands and thousands of categories was that we have a lot of redundancy and a lot of categories that seem to have been created on a whim that are now simply homes for junk.
Over the years, the desire to appease niche communities and people who just wanted a specific area has led to some categories that go up to 4 levels deep, and it's really no wonder it's so confusing for people to figure out where to submit their artwork.
The conclusion I've come to is simplicity. While I'm not about to rip apart everything and make 6 stand alone categories, I do believe that there is a lot we can do to simplify the category tree. That includes some of the following:
1. Merging categories that ma
What is Art?Copyright infringment, violation, thievery, modification, edited, photomanipulation, artistic license, creative commons, commercial use and modification, mine vs. theirs, permission, denial, reproduction, fair use, notification, protected, lawsuit, statement, complaining party, penalty, deletion, perjury, liabilityWhat is Art?8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What is art?
In 1917, there was an artist by the name of Marcel Duchamp who bought (or made, no one knows) a urinal and with it he wrote his signature on the side. He named it Fountain and he called it Art. In 1964, another artist repeated this by going to the plummers shop and bought another urinal and then brought it to the gallery in which his next show would be held. He placed the urinal on it's side, writing only his signature on the bowl, and then proceeded to give it the same name of Fountain, and also call it Art.
What is art? is a question that has been challenged without recomp
How To Get Noticed on deviantART V2.0The tips that really work...How To Get Noticed on deviantART V2.01 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
It's been a while since I wrote one of these guides and, since V1.0 and V1.5 proved to be so popular, I feel it is about time I update my guide to getting noticed on deviantART.
So, you want to get noticed on deviantART but you're not sure where to start? You've come to the right place; pull out your note pad and pen, you'll need them.
Before beginning to read this article, ask yourself why you want to get noticed on deviantART. Do you want to play more of an active role in the community or do you want to raise attention to your commissions and make a living? Do you want to get noticed to meet more deviants, or do you want to be able to say you are "popular"? It is vital to know what you are searching for before you embark on your journey to reach your goal. This article will sh
Common Errors: Lose and LooseLoose is an adjective meaning slack; not firmly fixed; the opposite of tight. It has a hard S sound, and almost everyone knows how to spell it.Common Errors: Lose and Loose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
However, many are confused by the very similar word, lose. This is a verb meaning to misplace something: an object, a function such as eyesight or memory, or one may lose ones way whilst trekking through the Australian outback or the local supermarket.
The confusion arises because the pronunciation of lose and loose is almost identical; the only different is that lose has a soft S sound at the end. It, too, has the double-O sound that makes many people want to spell it the same way as loose (which, I should mention, can also be used as a verb; get yourself an exciting kidnap novel, and you may well read of somebody loosing his or her bonds).
Lose is one of many annoying words that defy the rules of English spelling, and it does so in the same was as move and pro
On Literary Criticism and dA CritiqueThis is going to be one of those days in which I simply decide in forsaking my usual approach towards writing poetry or short stories or an obscure essay or a review or even a non-fiction tale, for something of a much more important degree of understanding.On Literary Criticism and dA Critique2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Now, before we collectively peruse the nature of the critique; the method of the critique; the varieties of the critique; and the balance needed in writing a critique; let us first define what a critique truly is.
According to (Pickering, 2004), a critique - or more correctly, "literary criticism" - can be defined as:
Literary Criticism is nothing more or less than an attempt to clarify, explain, and evaluate our experience with a given literary work. (Pickering, 2004, "Reader's Guide to the Short Story", Pearson Prentice Hill)
There's a wonderful paragraph about the purpose of writing a critique but I won't post it here since:
This is not a literature paper
This is an essay just to help people understand why critiq
Once you catch up to yourself.Once the years have passed, and your hopes have become distant memories.Once you catch up to yourself.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once your skin has changed into something you don't recognise, into something... with much more experience than you own.
Once you see yourself in the mirror, and realise you are not who you have been living as, for the last 50 years.
Once you feel your heart beat, and know it too well, to have just discovered it.
Once you feel your emotions, reoccurring and reinstating themselves, to the point of hopelessness.
Once you feel the breath of your own, against your experienced, aged skin, and realise how ignorant you were. How stupid you were, how inconsiderate you were, how selfish you were, as a younger you.
Once you realise all these things, and know them too well, only being alive 22 years on this earth.
What happens next?
bereavementa week isbereavement3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a sharp wound's
lifetime does not
A Short VisitIn the country,A Short Visit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scarcity of humanity,
our ability to stand outside and be alone,
holds an undeniable appeal to me.
Even in the cold, the quiet can be
a great friend. The sun was out today,
pleasant on the skin. The wind had subdued
from last night's blowing. I sat in my
great-grandfather's metal lawn chair.
He kept this one outside the barn.
Told me once how he found a meteorite
in the chair. Said it hit the barn
and bounced right down to sit a spell.
Said it gave him a little shock,
a space-spark he called it,
when he picked it up from its resting spot.
How old was he then?
My age? I only recall an aged,
bald, weathered, cowboy who still preferred
to do his business in the outhouse
instead of the indoor room with water
from pipes. He told me
he knew when I was being born
because his knees itched from where
I would sit and his hands stung
from where he would spank me.
He and Granny shared a small house,
blown by the horrid western Oklahoma wind,
on a hill that overlooked their pond
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
VIVA LA FFM!
EMOTIONAL VIOLENCE AND HOW TO AVOID ITEMOTIONAL VIOLENCE AND HOW TO AVOID IT3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I DO REALLY HOPE THAT THIS ARTICLE WILL HELP A FEW PEOPLE IDENTIFY CERTAIN THINGS AND ACT ON THEM... THIS IS MY WISH... THAT BY UNDERSTANDING, YOU GET TO BE ABLE TO FREE YOURSELVES, BOTH MEN AND WOMEN IN THIS CASE, FROM CIRCUMSTANCES THAT PREVENT YOU FROM LIVING PEACEFULLY..... GOD BLESS....
Eight Ways to Spot Emotional
There is no use in trying to be honest with an emotional manipulator. You make a statement and it will be turned around. Example: I am really angry that you forgot my birthday. Response - "It makes me feel sad that you would think I would forget your birthday, I should have told you of the great personal stress I am facing at the moment - but you see I didn’t want to trouble you. You are right I should have put all this pain (don’t be surprised
Basic Facts About Mary-SueYou are in love with Riku. You are warm for his form. Unfortunately, you cannot have him. He doesn't exist, after all. So you do the next best thing. You create a fan fic centering around your own original character (OC) and Riku.Basic Facts About Mary-Sue9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Riku falls in love with this character immediately. His dark personality turns on your OC like a light bulb. The two share passionate moments as he gushes his feelings for her on Twilight Hill (three hours after meeting her, of course), telling her how much he loves her layered purple hair, silver eyes, milky white skin, and thin, curvy body. He tells her how the name Ruby Mina Rose-Topaz fits her so well. The normally chaste Riku agrees to a one-nighter without hesitation.
As they lie in the spacious bed in her mansion, she begins to sob. Her eyes turn emerald as tears pour down her cheek. Immediately, Riku strokes her moonlit silver hair and coaxes her into telling him what is wrong. Tearfully, she sobs about how her parents were murdered. She was brought u
supernovae"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"supernovae2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it.
"I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said.
"That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.
That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept driving.
She leaned back in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up, staring at the ceiling of the car as if it wasn't there.
"When stars exploded a long time ago, they painted pictures of them and wondered if the gods were looking down on them. What do you think we'll do when we get to see one?"
"Take a picture."
She shot an expression at me that I
The Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a Muscle3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As a poet at any given skill level, you might ponder different ways to advance your mastery of the craft. You might spend weeks dissecting famous and not so famous poets. You might read countless articles on poetic technique. You might just plow through any and every collection you can get your hands on, track all of the most well-know journals, follow all of the contemporaries. All of these things add up to a knowledgeable poet. However, does this necessarily make you a better poet?
No. The reason is that most of us equivocate poetic skill with divinely gifted talent. We often think of poetry as a latent ability that we merely possess or do not. This leads to certain diseases within the mind, whether it be the idea that our words are beyond reproach because they are "self expression," or we decide that words come out and that's all there is to it. Other times we are stricken by the undeniable flaws of our work, even t
DreamscapeI dreamed of vivid colours once,Dreamscape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of bloody red and inky blue,
while life was ruled by lonely gray,
washed-out black and too-bright white
that left its canvas' edges frayed.
A brush that painted only dreams unreached
and expectations unfullfilled,
left a drowning world and city ruins,
and endless roads untravelled.
Colour had long bled out and faded,
living on in distant memories
of a shining sun that dawns in red
and chases away the black of the night,
and a bright, wide sky drenched in blue
fighting the desert of white.
100 Themes - CLICHESThis 100 Theme Challenge is about taking old cliches and twisting them to write something unique and intriguing. These can be inspiration for any type of literature: poetry, fiction, nonfiction, scripts, etc.100 Themes - CLICHES4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The list of cliches below was compiled mostly by scrolling through our own deviantART poetry gallery. It's appaling to see how many cliches are still being used in their original form with no effort given to making them new or interesting! The struggle for a lot of writers, I think, is that they make the cliche too much a focal point of their writing, rather than using it simply for inspiration or relatability.
I want to say this to all the writers out there who desire to be better: You can make a piece accessible without making it cliche.
If you choose to use this list, the cliches themselves are only your jumping off point. If you're writing a poem, you may decide to focus on the image evoked by the cliche and write something that surprises the reader. For a
Fucking MonsterFucking Monster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I'm ugly
I know I'm damned
This monster can't hide
Under this mask for much longer
I've got matted, shaggy fur
And long, silver, dagger claws
Scary teeth and glowing eyes
And a soul of pure gold
Fuck this world
And everyone in it
Except for you folks
Who made it easy
I'm just scared
Of this dark cruel world
I can't stand it
This fear is fuel
For my unlucky soul
A Guide to OCTsOriginal Character Tournaments are all over deviantart and keep growing in popularity, but not everyone knows what they are or how to participate in them. Since they're hosted by individuals and not actually affiliated with the website itself, there are no guides available to help explain how they work. Hopefully, this FAQ will be helpful to anyone looking to get involved in OCTs.A Guide to OCTs6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is an OCT?
OCTs, or "Original Character Tournaments" are contests held here on deviantart in which you can pit your original characters against other people's characters in a comic-style battle-royale. To put it simply, it's a cross between an art competition and a storytelling contest.
OCTs can be hosted on someone's account, or they can have a tournament account of their own. OCTs are usually open to anyone with a deviantart account, although some are invite only. Information about who is eligible to audition will usually be clearly stated s
on what this really means, sweetheartwith little time to takeon what this really means, sweetheart3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what is mine, there is a small
mouse with strong ears and tired eyes
in its burrow. he tunnels deeper and finds
with each layer removed he is closer to the
center of the earth, it is not something so
just as the milky way does not see new york city
but sees the way that it shines. the galaxy is a gentle garden
made of gelatin, dust, and gulps of god, and gusts, small balls of
cream that roll easy down the intestine and through the bowels revealing:
this is why i am here!- which is no closer to the real
answer to the real question anyway.
just as the great American city does not see the heavens,
but sees the way that they shine.
all answers are questions, too.
all questions are answers, anyway.
the teapot and its steam both containers
the woman is infinite in her expanding power.
the mouse burrows closer to the center
of the earth, his universe is triumphantly
the woman and her man create this similar effect.
what i am talking
on leaving it behindi stillon leaving it behind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this might appall you
or agonize you but i do.
i remember still evenings
with little to exchange besides
heartbeats and breathing patterns.
i remember soft afternoons
with my back raking against the carpet
leaving sporadic scars and stitches of memory.
i remember dark roads, and darker rains.
i remember a longer faith and a shorter pain.
the wounds are not as fresh, they do not sting,
but they ache and the few times i hear your voice
wedges your fingers in my brain and i can feel the cake
of neglected cum stains and i can hear the desperation in
the small whimper of my name and the way it was hard for your
breath to escape and my mind is running on thin rails, paper train,
and all i ever wanted from you was a home, not a place.
you would finger fuck me in the movie theater
and i would squirm and you would laugh because
i am not so good at keeping quiet. and all it would take
was a look from me or my hand up your knee or my lip under my
teeth and your eyes would
on finding EdenOh, we have betrayed your brother-on finding Eden3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bare-assed, raw on grass-
words are said and not said,
flourishes are understood.
four arms, one body two heads,
the moon is silent. she is
watching but unseen. but i see you!
i see you, baby, i see you.
was i perfect before you
said so? before you saw me
and took me, before you
held my anguish in front
of me and found that it
was not worthy of
and was i ever so alive?
every breath, every cry,
moan and groan, every
whimper of your name,
of mine, every plea
for the world to end
with your head between my legs,
every dirty word, your body
aching for my own pleasure,
(come for me baby, come),
blood in sync, the rise
and the meeting of breast
to chest, of glory to glory,
of cunt to cock, the arch, and then the
rise and the fall of babylon and then
the arch and rise again, again- again.
oh, we have betrayed your brother-
my blood belonging to the both of you.
his soul, small and selfish,
had already betrayed me.
there is no
on self-defensei am red or yellow, or orangeon self-defense4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i never inspired
you and you never
i did and i
this, it was
my secret that you hated me
and you know it now too.
i am too hot for you to
hold in your hands
that is why you dropped me.
because you are blue or green, or purple
and i am red or orange, or yellow.
Bullying: Another Life is StolenMaking others feel worthless is what you do bestBullying: Another Life is Stolen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then you go and claim it was all a joke, a mere jest
But your words mean more than you comprehend
Your words can lose somebody their dearest friend
Your jokes have taken another young life away
Now the day is bleak and a cruel shade of grey
Know that to obtain your one little power trip
Your victim will feel as if they are being whipped
So the next time you feel the urge to tease or play
Be sure to always remember what happened this day
Your torment stole a family member and friend
And for the family, there will seem to be no end
Stop the bullying before another young life is stolen from us
The White ThingsNothing is as far away as a minute ago.The White Things3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.
It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.
It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
from two months earliertake me, swing me, breathefrom two months earlier3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and buck beneath me,
words purging nerves, and
nerves slurring slurs, each
attempt at magic
is the spell, is the curse-
i am entranced. your
voice your ticks your hands.
cool me calm, call me
quiet. paint my shadows
white in private, watch
them slowly become silent.
what is time? i said
to you long ago, 'time aches,
and time is slow, there was
never a better time to go.'
you were drunk and it was
only a whisper, 'all i think about
is you when i am with her.'
love is fast when the summer blisters,
all i think about is you when i am with her.
Why Spirit Day Is Not EnoughPrefaceWhy Spirit Day Is Not Enough4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This essay was written in October of 2010 after DeviantART released this article supporting the Spirit Day movement to bring awareness to LGBT bullying.
I wrote it because there were so many comments on the official article that were defaming to one group or another that I felt the true issue had been lost in the rhetoric. The point of Spirit Day is to show solidarity and compassion for your fellow human beings. Not gay or straight or ill or handicapped - those categories don't matter. We're just humans, each flawed and each perfect. Spirit Day was an attempt to remind us of that.
I was confronted with two major arguments to this editorial in the original posting. One was that singling out LGBT suicides meant that I was putting more importance on that group than any other. For the purpose of the article, I suppose that's true. Spirit Day focused on LGBT issues, so the article (