Fantasia Music Evolved Billboard Challenge WinnersMore Like This
In the Fantasia: Music Evolved Billboard Challenge, we asked you to turn lyrics by Lady Gaga, Lorde, and Frozen into an original piece of art! There were hundreds of beautiful entries, and after some deliberation, our judges decided on these three amazing winners. Each winning entry was displayed in a billboard on the deviantART homepage, and the winners will also each receive $1,000 USD! We would like to congratulate our winners, and thank everyone who participated in this contest!
Still unpackingHi, I am still deep into unpacking, I have been in my new apartment for just a week and have made pretty good progress but still have a lot to go. Between my son :iconrjcarroll: my daughter and son-in-law they did all the heavy moving but I have to unpack so I know where everything is (they all offered to help). It is a job since I am downsizing from a 2000 sq. ft. house to a 900 sq.ft. apartment. Since it is just me and my two cats that is really all I need.More Like This
I want to wish a Very Happy Birthday to all those who I have missed and will miss until I am back on full time.
Well back to work.
Pokemon is ForeverMore Like This
Foreword by techgnotic
Kay (aka damphyr) is DeviantArt’s go-to expert on everything “Pokémon.” She also occupies the adventurous position of being one of DeviantArt's main enforcers of standards and practices. We thank her for being a guardian of artistic erotica and especially, for being able to answer every question we get asked about Pokémon and just about anything else for that matter. Supreme Keeper of all pop culture knowledge, Kay must be protected in case of global disaster.
An incongruous collection of people lined the sidewalk outside the local video game retailer just before opening on March 6th, 2011. The first in line we
HelloGreetings my Friends,More Like This
So it has been sometime since I have been here and it seems some things have changed.
I just wanted to touch base with everyone and say thanks for your very kind well wishes they all mean very much for me at this time.
I have been dealing with some challenges that make the use of my hands difficult and a lot has changed in my life as a result.
Seems I have been avoiding this place subconsciously not sure of all the whys etc. but that is my feeling.
I am doing what I can to make the best of things and it has been a struggle , but I persevere.
For me getting back to my Art is always on my mind it is something I know I will never lose the passion for.
This place has brought me much joy over the course of my time here and for that I am very thankful.
I have met some very fine people and also made some very dear Friends, and I am so grateful for each and every
10 Tips to Improve your Digital ArtA while ago I posted some tips on how to improve your art. While that article was rather general, this one is an addition to it, focusing on digital drawing and painting – so make sure to read both.More Like This
It's made for beginners, so it's just really basic stuff. I hope it's helpful!
1. Get a tablet
Of course there are artists who create beautiful pictures with a mouse, but trust me, drawing with a graphics tablet is more natural and a lot easier once you're used to it.
Tablets have one big advantage over mouses: Pen pressure. Depending on how hard you press the line gets thicker and darker or thinner and lighter, similar to a real pen on real paper. I'd recommend getting a small, cheap Wacom tablet to start out.
Also make sure your tablet always has the newest drivers installed! You can download them on the Wacom website.
More information about tablets
One Question, a True StoryI knew a friend who knew the father of this young girl so listen up all ye who have heart.More Like This
A young girl, about the age of seven waited for her father to come home from work. It was already past 11:20. When her father came she asked him,
"Daddy how much do you earn an hour?"
Her father replied wearily, " Dear why would you care?" and went up to his bed and fell asleep. The next day she waited again till her father came back and questioned,"Daddy, how much do you earn an hour?"
Her father replied," Dear it is none of your business." and left to bed. The next day the she waited again and again she asked him, getting the same reply.
This continued for a week, until the father finally replied angrily, "FINE! I EARN 30 DOLLARS AN HOUR!! ARE YOU HAPPY?!?!"
The daughter then asked him,"Will you give me 15 dollars?"
Her father then gave her 15 dollars, confused. Then the girl went to her room and brought out 15 dollars from under her mattress and asked, "Daddy will you spend an hour with me?"
PulseNumb,More Like This
Cold to the core.
Never really feeling
Too stiff to ever bound across a meadow,
Too dead to ever want to.
Only ever wallowing in the cruel reality,
As if frozen in time
Without a hope.
The harsh wind slaps you across the face.
Glassy eyes cry without even feeling sad,
The cold nips the nose red.
It hurts too much
To look up
And try to find the sun
That left so long ago.
The ice encrusting the world in a cold prison melts,
And your cheeks flush and warmth floods you.
A blanket acts as a shield.
The coldness has left.
It's strange to remember now
How it felt to feel.
Enveloped in warmth,
The world comes alive.
The color, once drained from the flowers,
Paints the landscape
Hues of crimson and violet.
Everything has a heartbeat,
Everything has a pulse.
Warmth radiates from a world
Once so dark and desolate.
No one knew
That underneath the coldness
Still worth living.
So look up,
The sun is smiling down upon you.
Self-DestructionWith a sudden jolt,More Like This
I am ripped from my fantasy.
I have come to know happiness
As a fleeting thing.
It slips away once more.
The heavens come crashing down all around me.
I raise up my hands futilely in defense,
I take the blow.
I take no shelter from the storm waging within.
I cry tears of embarrassment
I stare down meekly
Not knowing what I'm apologizing for.
The earth beneath my feet
Begins to shake
Like a dramatic crescendo,
My emotions spike
And daggers pierce me.
A scarred and beaten core
Endures each and every blow,
Not knowing what it did
To deserve such abuse.
And I am filled
With all the hate of hell.
I can't find any trace of warmth
In the human heart,
I am scorched by a conflagration
They engulf me
And destroy every trace of peace that I tried to cling to.
Makes no sound.
The world takes no heed
Of the destruction within me.
I am felt to endure it alone
And I sit here silently
Another MistakeCold and cruel accusations,More Like This
Hateful glares under stone hearts.
Dark red stains of regret upon the slate,
The tears have dried
But the betrayal is fresh.
Nausea and woe
Fills me up to the brim.
Though I was the one
Who was hurt the most,
You are the one
Who cares the least.
You don't bother to face me now
You never saw who I was,
A vulnerable little girl,
Searching for a hand, anyone's,
To guide her from the hell she had created in her head.
Just another mistake
On the record of my life,
A lie I had no recollection of
May haunt me forevermore.
Mauled and scarred,
I broke and gathered myself up.
You will never know, not now,
How deceived I felt.
Someone finally cares, I thought.
But, you falter,
You pull your hand away.
No, it was never really there.
Not where it was supposed to be.
You were too afraid to reach down below the surface.
You never tried
Because you never cared.
Weary From TormentPeering out from within rusty metal bars,More Like This
Clutching them until my knuckles turn white,
As if I could conjure the strength to crush them into the dust I breathe,
I reside in my cage.
Wide eyes search
For a bit of light
To instill hope
Instead of fear,
But none is to be found
Within this godforsaken prison.
I reside in my cage.