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Find a common theme and select three Prints from the Fine Art section of the Prints Shop that you feel would look great together on a wall. Our judges will then select 5 Finalists to win their selections presented in the NEW Gallery Framed Print style. Artists will be paid their full royalty on the winning prizes.
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Decide on an original and compelling theme.
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The BeginningThe echoing sounds of cries ripped through the night within the heavens, like a sword shattering the surface of a mirror. Lightning cracked the clouds above and thunder roared to life in deafening waves of sound. Wildlife fled in terror, panic rising in the hearts of the creatures while the very ground rumbled its fury, the oceans crashing and the stars themselves beginning to glow brighter as many took flight and arched across the sky through glimpses of un-clouded darkening mist. The world of the heavens was in chaos, but why?The Beginning5 years ago in Drama More Like This
The impending doom of the ethereal world had stirred much more. Robed figures raced amongst the animals towards the main palace, the clouds circling above while the birds loomed ominously around it, crying their sorrows. Quickly, they unfettered the door and burst inside, separating into two groups while the largest raced ever quickly now towards the main gazing room. The doors needed no opening as they approached the scene, eyes filling with sick fear as the
An Analysis of Deviant Art's AsshatteryAn Analysis of Deviant Art's Asshattery4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As many of us are well aware, there are many fundamental issues with the way Deviant Art functions as a website. The site is often slow or all-out unresponsive, people have no privacy and protection, and other problems exist that the staff simply doesn't care to resolve. Despite these problems and many others, the most we see in the way of site updates is aesthetic tweaks and piddly, unnecessary destination re-routes.
As far as I can gather, there are four basic issues with Deviant Art that desperately need to be changed. There are probably more, but they will be saved for a later article if they are brought to my attention. Each issue I see will be discussed and solutions will be proposed. It is not necessarily my hope to receive a Daily Deviation on this, and I certainly don't expect the staff to actually take it into consideration, but I do hope to at least share my thoughts on the issues I've experienced in my 2.5 years as a De
5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
A Field Guide to Trolls on dAAh yes, the uncomfortable truth. You see, there is a drawback to become well known and popular on deviantart and that is the Devious Bullus Trollius otherwise known as the DeviantArt trolls. Every well known artist and no few authors have had their share of these pests; they are widespread, they are numerous, they are a pain.A Field Guide to Trolls on dA5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Trolls come in a few flavors, but they all share a few things in common:
They enjoy kicking people down just for the 'lulz'.
They enjoy annoying people just for the 'lulz'
They are bulllies.
However, beyond that baseline, we have a few different flavors of troll and here they are:
The Troll who does it 'just for the lulz'. These trolls go after well known pieces, DDs and popular pieces and drop a mean, rude, or crude comment just to piss people off. The Lulz Troll feeds off of anger, hostility, and payback comments on their page. They like to watch their pageviews go up, even if it is
New OC: Noah FieldsGeneral InformationNew OC: Noah Fields2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First name: Noah
Middle name(s): Cameron
Date of birth: 3rd Jan 1975
Sexuality: closet homosexual
Current residence: Station XJ0461
Relationship status: Single
Social status: Working class.
Traits of Voice
Accent (if any): Southern American twang
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: German
Style of speaking: Baritone, Casual, nothing too complex.
Volume of voice: On the quieter side.
Height: 5”9 (1.73m?)
Weight: 80.3 kg, (177lbs
Eye colour: Green
What is a brony? For many people the term brony has become part of everyday life. but what is a brony? This is just a brief description of what exactly a brony is and what impact the community has on those who accept it and become part of it.What is a brony?4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Before we get into what a brony is you must first know about the show my little pony: friendship is magic. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is a show produced by the HUB and made by Lauren Faust. for those of you who don't know who Lauren Faust is, she was the story writer for the Power Puff Girls, and Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
The goal for My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic was to create a show that parents and older siblings could watch with their children or younger sisters and enjoy it. However, many of the bronies watch the show with or without little siblings. Therefore the target demographic was never just 4-10 yr old girls like most people thin
The Mary Sue and YouAs some of you are probably aware, a "Sue War" is stirring in the DP fandom. Since I've got some free timeThe Mary Sue and You6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
and have a horrible case of writer's block, I figured I would write a little something up concerning Mary Sues.
The Mary Sue
Many people in fandom have heard the term Mary Sue, but few know the actual definition of a Sue. In short, a Mary Sue is a character that is unbelievably perfect. They have skills or traits that are either unexplained or impossible. The Mary Sue often dominates the entire story, and overshadows other main characters, the only exception being the love interest. Essentially, a Mary Sue is the author's idea of a perfect character, and is often a self insert. Note:This does not mean that all self inserts are Mary Sues, although instances of this are extremely rare.
Most Mary Sues have extraordinary powers that are either uncommon or unheard of in the story universe. In the DP fandom, a telltale sign of a Mary Sue is when he/she is
ConfessionI confessConfession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
That I hated because they told me to
I killed because I wanted to
And lied because I could
But worse, I let others do the same
That I'd do anything they'd allow
And everything they'd want
That I prefer to hate myself
Then for them to hate me
All this I confess
Young LoveI was so youngYoung Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage;
my toothpick bones
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage;
my metal bar bones
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel,
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to get damaged in the process of being loved).
Review of Avatar: The Last Airbender - The SearchReview of Avatar: The Last Airbender - The Search2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Avatar: The Last Airbender
By Gene Luen Yang & Gurihiru
in collaboration with Bryan Konietzko & Michael Dante DiMartino
Amazon ~ Powell's ~ Jan's Paperbacks *
For years, fans of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra have burned with one question - what happened to Fire Lord Zuko's mother? Finding a clue at last, Zuko enlists the aid of Team
Even fallen angels miss the clouds, she says.When it rains, she keeps quiet. I’ve learned to look away fromEven fallen angels miss the clouds, she says.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the whole of her on those days, keep my eyes up towards the
skylight, watch the rain come for me but never reach, never
touch. I don’t want to be cleansed. But when I search for her
from beneath my lashes, she is outside on the grass, arms
Big storms are her favorite: thick droplets catch the hairs on
her forearms, pour down like velveteen drapes. With the light
like this, I see wings. I see remorse. Here she is, an offering.
With the light like this, I know she spits apologies to the
heavens. I know she remembers her mother’s slamming door.
The stench of burnt trees, lightening. Running, running,
running. I know she will curl up on the couch tonight to the
lull of the TV.
I know, I know. She wants to go home. When it rains, she keeps
quiet, gathers the drops like a scientist, keeps them in jars on
her nightstand. A reminder. Sin and mercy. Resentment and
forgiveness. When it rains, wh
you still got mehe wasn’t the only one to fall in love in third grade;you still got me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you fall in love for the first time when he kicks
that older boy for making fun of your inhaler,
says ’ my mama’s got lots of medicine,
i think it’s cool that you can breathe yours—
hey, maybe it can help you breathe under water! ‘
you fall in love for the first time while choking.
it isn’t the worst pain he gives you.
you fall in love without realizing it’s love,
it’s just him, you fall in love with your best friend
but don’t think about his mouth until you’re both
thirteen and panicking about first kisses.
he’s whining and you want to help so you just do it,
just press your mouth to his and wish he could still talk
because you don’t know what to do, now—
but he presses back and his face his hot against your hands
and he pulls away and you don’t do it again.
he tells all the boys his first kiss was with a redheaded queen,
and you tell them yo
A New Start There are too many words and too many feelings and not enough ways to get them into text.A New Start7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But I guess that’s my job, right?
Language is weird like that. Somewhere out there, in the deep trenches of unused English grammar or hidden in thousands of syllables and consonants and vowels lost to history that I could never hope to utter, there is a word for everything one could imagine, and there’s probably a better word to describe everything than “everything.” You have entire cultures that pioneered the written word lost to the dust of time. You have words that describe the heavy, serene scent of rain on a crisp morning, and simple little phrases that describe emotions too complex to describe otherwise.
And then you have some etymology-deficient assholes who decided to give the Eurasian Brown Bear a scientific name that translates to “Bear Bear Bear.” I can’t tell if that’s lazy or ingeni
Grow a GardenHer father gave her a pack of seeds, and told her to grow a garden,Grow a Garden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for flowers could teach her about life
Sitting cross-legged, the dewy, viridian grass itching at her ankles,
she took her freshly-sharpened trowel,
and dug deep into the sodden dirt
Her lungs inhaled the musky scent,
as butterflies beat softly around her décolletage
And she promised herself,
she'd give a flower to her favorite boy
For months and months, she waited for the flowers to grow
And as she waited, to no avail,
the blue-eyed boy that made her lungs fill with salty water,
and made the butterflies cage inside her stomach,
only gave flowers to other girls
So she promised herself,
she'd get a flower from her favorite boy
So she grew a different garden:
She allowed crimson roses to grow from her skinny wrists; thorns digging, creating vertical lines
And she permitted black velvet petunias to flourish cavities under her sullen eyes
And finally, she let pale, yellow marigolds consume the skin of her hollow chee
The simplest, easiest way to not make a Mary SueMay Sue tests and descriptions try their best to help you refine your character, especially in keeping it from being something that's worse that 'poorly written--a Sue.The simplest, easiest way to not make a Mary Sue4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
An easy way to test these tests is to plug canon characters into them. There are enjoyable characters that are already written who are beautiful, smart, savvy, have tons of skills, live forever, are resurrected, find true love, and are enjoyable. You wonder other people got away with such things and why you can't or you start hating most authors because they mention--just once--'beautiful' or someone easily winning a battle.
But your smart enough to get that bad feeling down your spine from some characters. They didn't just get a bad author or a crappy director, they just shouldn't be and the feeling just gets stronger the more you read and watch things and grasp deeper aspects of story-telling mediums. You know that Sues exist and that they are out to get your story. They must be stopped, but now you wonder how.
Can't you hear the music? The light fell like raindrops, hitting my bare skin as I danced to the fiery music that surrounded me. Despite their glowing appearance, they were cool and liquid, running down my body like tiny rivers of sunlight. My companions and I saw the woman at the same time, and there was no hesitation. I caught her attention, swaying to the music.Can't you hear the music?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What are you doing?” the woman asked, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall of silver moonlight. She was beautiful, but tamed. The wild light inside her battled to be free, to dance with us.
“Dancing,” I replied. “Can’t you hear the music?”
The woman looked confused. “Are you alright?” she asked, edging backwards. The shadows danced around her, trying to draw her into the dance.
“I’m wonderful. Won’t you dance with us?”
She shook her head, afraid, and the shadows pounced. I danced close
Dear DeathI sink my kneesDear Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
ShipI missed you todayShip2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regretfully say,
My feelings are tides
moving every which way
The image of you
shall be washed apart,
As the shore and the ocean
do gently depart
And the way that my feet
left prints on the sand,
Is the way that I felt
when you held my hand
But it's time to move on,
this ship's found new land,
The anchor is sunk,
and I will withstand
daughter on the stepstool I count the cracks in between the blocks of cement as I walk, eyes downcast. Sets of two, sets of two. I can never quite shake the way my bones don’t sit right under my skin, too big for my body. It’s a constant itch that I can’t scratch, only mollified when I listen, when I listen to what it tells me. My disease tells me to count in sets of two—blink four times, two sets of two. I don’t understand, but those numbers are safety in a storm. They ruin me, though. They ruin me. I hide behind mathematical equations that account for sets of two, and I leave her to drown.daughter on the stepstool1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
These are my hands, but they’re really just earthquakes. I am not afraid to crumble anything that gets in my way, and it’s always her. She always tries to stop me, tells me she loves me after calling me fucked up. Fucked up. I lose sleep because sometimes I dream in shades that I do not like. Blue, like her eyes. One syllable, half of a set. A ghost
Just Have a Good DayBy Marshall Norman McCarthyJust Have a Good Day2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Just have a good day. He dragged the razor across his cheek, wincing as it tore instead of cut. Just have a good day. Were his eyes always this sunken; were the bags beneath them always so dark? Just have a good day. How was his wife still able to look at him with that old spark, the one that hadn't guttered out over the years?
'Just have a good day,' he repeated his mantra to his reflection, putting down the razor and checking his work. Free of stubble, yet his face seemed haggard, worn; another day's journey towards the end.
All his life he'd been told that men age gracefully, that they get better, more handsome with age. Thinking on that as he scrutinized the ever unfamiliar man in the mirror, he believed he understood now the word conceit.
'Just have a good day.' Now he was speaking to the cat, who sat on the little table near the front door watching him pull on his coat. How many times had he wished, in childish fashio
Carambola [HI 7.31.13]The star people came from somewhere beyond Alpha Centauri, in their delicate and pointed starships. They were an old race, and a bold race, and starflight was nothing new to them. Yet again they had been uprooted from their home, and they traveled across the galaxy looking for a new place where they could settle.Carambola [HI 7.31.13]2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the youngest pilot, whose name translates as Galaxy, who first sighted the new home planet. She pointed to its gorgeous blue-and-green patterns, and chittered excitedly about the white swirling across it. This was a sign of atmosphere, she enthused, and where there was atmosphere, the star people could live. So the fragile and graceful ships of her kind set their courses for this new planet, full of promise, and resumed their journey across the vastness of space.
The star people landed in new, rich soil, and as they emerged from their starships into the daylight, they marveled. Here was a place that had been left untouched; here was a glorious, gorgeous, wild place wher
Lunacy: Becoming a WerewolfBy the time we managed to pull out of the little cabin that Krissie’s parents lived in, the sun was pretty much gone. I couldn’t really tell if it had set yet- spring was always the middle ground of sunset, not too early but not late- due to both the woods of northern Minnesota, and the overcast sky. By the time I turned our little Impala sedan on the highway south towards Minneapolis, it was starting to rain.Lunacy: Becoming a Werewolf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept down a sigh as I turned on the windshield wipers, only to see an empty road.
“We could have just spent the night, you know,” Krissie said from the passenger seat. “Mom and Dad always love having guests.”
I huffed. “Don’t worry, it’s just some rain. Besides, there’s some stuff I had planned when we get back… Not to mention, your dad was getting a little hard to deal with.”
“Oh, Martin,” she sighed. “I know you guys don’t see eye to eye, but you don’
You are all a work of artTake me toYou are all a work of art10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
an art museum,
and tell me
I am the most beautiful thing
in the room
grab my shoulders, and
shout to the gallery-goers,
"do not touch
this work of art."
GoldThe streets are coolGold4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this time of year,
thick with rain and dahlias
and the scent of missing summer.
Leaves bloom on the cusp of gold,
meandering as they scatter
and let the wind
find them new homes.
The skies turn honey,
redolent of smoke and shadows -
the soft burr of crimson
muddled in the autumn sky.