ASKtheARTIST Interview TranscriptASKtheARTIST Interview Transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with JohnSu
12/16/12: 7:00pm PST
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `JohnSu, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JohnSu.
~Chrono-King asks "JohnSu how did you come up with your name?"
While I was still in the womb, I would suggest names into my mother's mind. At the time, I didn't know any better, so I just coughed "CHON! CHON!" So when I was born, I was given the name "John Su."
~terricon4 asks "What recent things have you been working on at R5, if you can tell us that is."
My First FanficMy First Fanfic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My First Fanfic
by John Su
Sonic the Hedgehog ran very quickly down the hall to where the fire was coming from. While running he ducked into a rolling spin and made a sound like "@@@@@@@!" so he could dodge the fireball lasers.
At the top of the staircase he stood up and shouted at the top of the staircase "Sephiroth!" The man with long hair turned slowly and with a flash of his sword removed Sonic's nipples from his body.
"OUCH that hurts!1" cried Sonic, hurting. "Looks like I will need the power of the CHAOS CRYSTAL for this opponent!" and he raised up a handful of glowing gems.
The light from the jewels summoned all the legendary pokemon in the world together and they fused together into a Pyschic Ghost Dragon Pokemon. "LEAVE THIS TO ME, SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!" it said in the voice a thousand monsters, and shot a giant Hadouken at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth bounced it back with a spin of his blade, and it hit the Psy-Gho-Dra-Mon in the face, crashing him to the floor and half-crushing
Life of a GlaceonLife of a Glaceon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life of a Glaceon
"Fria is still gone?" Rudolph asked.
The men and women at the table nodded. "It's the same as every time. She disappears all of the sudden in the middle of the night and remains gone for almost three weeks. Then she returns in the same fashion." Samuel sighed. "I just don't understand what that woman is doing..."
"Nobody does that, Sam." Martha replied. "No matter how often we asked her, she ignores us completely and denies any comment."
"Damn woman." Gerard grumbled. "If we wouldn't be dependent on her, then-"
"Oh stop it Gerard." Lisbeth snarled. "You know just as well as I do that there will never be a replacement for Fria's convenience store. It's simply impossible! Remember the times before her arrival? Barely any traders took it upon themselves to visit our small village. And-"
"Yes, yes I know! I just can't stand that woman and her freezing nature. It's unsettling!"
Suddenly a cold windblast, carrying a myriad of snowflakes, surged through the room. As one the
CountedI am a number.Counted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twenty times I broke, fourteen times I lied, six pieces of my heart lent
goodbye, two times I didn't want to make it, one failure
and countless broken things;
infinite words abandoned trembling and lonely and cold.
I'm so cold and it's spring and the ground is alive to make up
for the mistakes I bury; the cherry blossoms are wilting
black, drooping so low to the ground that it is a blanket
as far as the eye can see:
fallen flowers die like starsick soldiers, begging please, oh,
please take me home so
I can leave on my own threshold and kiss the walls of
my own making and see my wife for a final time, please,
take me home where there are lullabies and nightlights
and bedside wishes; where the air isn't thick with the
scent of sinning men, oh god I'm sorry
that life is inevitability and the failure before me is as set
This is a Love PoemI must admit to less than innocent thoughtsThis is a Love Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the lithe lengths of your frame
and the mysteries crowding in your eyes,
clouded over with ecstasy (or affection,
that word in the English language
forgotten in place of more life-threatening
controversies, taking value over the
fire-warmed embers of necessity and want).
We cannot be ephemeral, not when life
is the longest prison sentence I’ve been
inflicted with, and I still remember the scent
of your surreptitious skin when we
renamed conspiracies as derivations from
our [single] definitive state of unliving,
an ineffable defiance of
misery’s inevitable subjugation.
Languid Epiphanymy blue-hearted lady,Languid Epiphany2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why let Spring
slip through your body;
to ricochet towards the end
of gravitation for dreams
to enter your lungs?
why let yourself
be battered by autumn rain;
so that the stars could
feast on what was left of you
and your dispassionate body?
why let your bones scatter
the earth; to give birth to
fireweeds and wildflowers
while the moss perforates
your marrows like river stones?
why let gods rattle
the moons at your ankles;
for the sun to scoop your spine
and drown your skin in fire?
why let your heart break loose
from your ribcage?
why run away from a house
sewn together by ancestral teeth
a house built with cupped veins
and hands open for your weeping?
for a man that leaves promises
hanging by the edge of his nails?
a man that never realized
how a sacrifice was meant
for the prayers of
those who learned how to give
why, blue-hearted lady,
why tear your wounds
and build your grave?
yet only time could tell
when I could
ellipsisshe goes to sleepellipsis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clawing at her chest with pinpoint accuracy
for an emptiness she can’t describe,
but hates all the same. tomorrow
she will write a letter: “dear boy,
i always wanted to be somebody’s
flowery poem, but the verses carved in my arms
are riddled with ugly clichés. & you are why
i don’t sleep through the night. if
we were a language, i was the
subordinating conjunction, you were
i remember you in staccato
conclusions, solemn absences
RuminationShe’s not made of bonesRumination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(or sinew, or keratin,
and her back doesn’t elope a spine
to lean on, her weight
heavier than earth-bones.
The gushes of oil spills flowing like rain
is the only rivulet in her tears,
the fuel in her blood.
Conjoined with the nuts and bolts found
in the pits of Father’s attic
jaundice skin's impenetrable,
even to the flickering of the candle’s flame
hair rough as ash and long as veins--
she was a battlefield.
But there’s a heart that beats
somewhere in her chest,
rattling like broken teeth;
trying to shake its enigma loose
trying to thump,
trying to pump,
trying to bump
Like the dust in her lashes,
the forty years of silence in her lungs.
The cold of iron and tin and copper
turning to rust
the unexplainable famine
in her throat.
The yearning to read trembling lips.
The passion to remember.
The urge to touch
The will to listen.
All she ever wanted
in a body of loneliness.
The wind beneath her p
HomophobiaAs I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes."Homophobia5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls.
As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained.
When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen.
When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads.
When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear.
They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life.
They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many times over.
They ask us how we can do this to our families, our lives, our children, and I can only reply,
"You told us you loved us, yet now you act as if we have a disease. You ask how we can bring ourselves into a world of bullying and ask our partners to be as out as we are if they aren't. How we can let our children be teased because of
monsters do die.you buried me inside a glass boxmonsters do die.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you kept me up in your attic
with only the rats and the bats to keep my company
you broke me open from that box
when the salt water poured out of my mouth
and onto the floor of the story below mine
you had forgotten about me up in your attic
until that night when you carried me into
your bedroom and held me until the morning light
you didn't want to believe that you had been
thinking about me for the rest of that day
because if you did it would mean you had fallen back in love
you crawled home a week later your collar bloody
and then you held me once again that night
only to push me away once you felt my touch
you took my hair and cut it into a million pieces
the strands fell through the cracks in the wood floor
and landed in the room of your daughter who was only five
you had to explain why you had a dead women up there
to your five year old daughter on that dark stormy night
and you told her i was a monster and that all monster eventually die
Necessary MadnessThis is necessary madness,Necessary Madness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deception meant for good
For without our delusions
Then I do not think we could
Function in our day-to-day lives
These are lies with good intentions
Because if we knew the truth
We'd lose our collective calmness
Our safe haven,walls,our roof
This is necessary madness,
For if we do not pretend
We'd see the real reality
And true madness would descend
Dead and goneIf you were dead and gone, my love,Dead and gone4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd love you all the same.
And, if your heart no longer beat,
mine still would hold your flame.
If you lay 'neath this cold grey earth
and rotten in the ground,
I'd still be drawn to hold you close:
this love, Death can't confound.
If you no longer lived, my love,
my love would not grow cold.
A heart that's split in two can hold
as much love as a whole.
DanceThe perfume chokes me as I walk in,Dance5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hearing no sound through the din,
And people are dancing, pressed together,
Their movements a promise that lasts forever.
The bright lights- dazzling-
The mass of bodies- frazzling-
I sit down in my confusion,
Awed by this strange illusion.
The one thing I long for, so very much,
Is just a single simple touch.
I want to join the dancing forms,
Who, for all, each one performs,
But I'm too afraid to make a move,
Let alone get in the groove.
Suddenly, someone stands,
And grabbing hold of both my hands,
Pulls me out onto the floor-
The midst of the deafening roar.
I fear that they've made a mistake
When, again, my hands they take,
And as they lead me in a dance
At them I finally chance a glance.
Looking utterly at ease
The woman danced at if to tease.
She treated me with secret smiles,
Moving graceful all the while.
Her smile provoked something in me,
A strange mixture of fright and glee.
I fought through my fear to smile back,
OhFingers in front ofOh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.