dA love for everyone! #17

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As the title suggests, this news article's goal is to spread the dA love into everyone's heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining!

I dedicate this to vladimirnichita: Sometimes when i'm lonely i think of what is making me happy, and i realize it's you. Happy birthday!

Interviewed artist: pullingcandy :iconpullingcandy:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

My family, certainly.

:bulletyellow: How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

A friend of mine showed me the site way back when it had just opened up, and I used it to check out anime backgrounds and such - there was mainly anime and customization back then. I've stuck around since then and gone through a lot of handles till I finally settled on this account!

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

I've always been artistic, from when I used to sketch Marvel characters to when I picked up my camera for the first time. I don't think I discovered a passion for art, I figure it discovered me.

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

Life inspires me, there's nothing quite like it - and I think my creativity is at its maximum late at night, when everyone else is in bed... when I'm exhausted myself.

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

Waitressing probably. :) It might sound weird but that was always my filler. It's busywork. I hated it, but I got to meet a lot of people, good and bad, so it wasn't all horrible. Sometimes I miss working with the service industry - not a lot of people would admit to that!

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

Probably this piece, Graceful is an Adjective. It was the first serious piece of literature I put on the internet. Of course it has a story behind it, but it IS a story and I think it tells it by itself just fine. :)

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

Not really, no.

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Yes, all the time. It's a very nice outlet. :)

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

Say goodbye to my grandmother.


:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Never ever give up. Do whatever makes you feel like you're producing art that makes you happy. Any reaction is a good reaction - art is made to evoke emotion, positive or negative. :)

Photography Feature

Mature Content

limitless by melannc
Peacock hair by Ryo-Says-Meow:thumb313671178: curvaemS by gutyerrez
Secret place by Snowfall-lullaby:thumb313566214: Golden Ratio by lostknightkg

Traditional Feature

:thumb313566285: Crazy Cyclist V by FrodoK ''Poison Ivy'' by MarkNewman
Timebomb, watercolor portrait speed painting by jane-beata Hunter by Kwazar Harry Styles by Simaylien:thumb313586362:

Digital Feature

:thumb313710074: Pearlescent Flower by VickyM72 Crocodile Warrior by faxtar
Twist it all around by fdasuarez endless2 by sandara:thumb313606836: Infinite Horizon by senyphine

Literature Feature

He Calls Me BeautifulHe Calls Me Beautiful
He calls me beautiful
And I don't believe him
Because my eyes are too full
Of the tears I almost drowned in
He wraps his arms around me
And kisses my damp, salty hair
But I still can't see
Even if I know he cares
The competition has taken its toll
And I'm too tired to stand
He doesn't let me fall
So he guides me by the hand
It is like learning to walk all over again
Because I learn that rushing forward
Blind big steps lead to a tragic end
And he stays with me for the hard part
He calls me beautiful
And I don't understand
Why he's being a tool
Loving me when I can't
He has soothed me with a lullabye
In my darkest nights
In his arms I cry
I don't resist or fight
He doesn't judge my faults
As they come pouring out
He gently takes my flaws
Tying to keep the pain out
It is  like falling asleep
You're unprepared for the dreams
If they're memories you keep
Or visions that tear you from the seams
You call me beautiful
And you kiss my lips
My silence is inexcusab
Last thing through my headI remember carving our names into that tree
But the tree broke, just like you did to me
The day you left me there alone
So i carved your name into myself
Because you could never take that away
But not soon after the scars faded
And i was left alone once more
So now i carve your name
Into this bullet
And you will be the last thing
To go through my head
MisspokenHow such innocuous words
can render my soul,
just a casual careless statement
spoken in benign simplicity
embeds in the depths of my heart,
like a thorn, which ever burrows itself
deeper within the more I try to extract it.
How little you consider your remark,
by now already long forgotten
as insignificant, why then must
I still relive the moment
and feel it linger on?
It seeps through my pores
as a poison that was so blindly bestowed,
at times I wonder if it is your utter lack  
of malevolence only makes it fester more,
it robs me of the right to anger
and reminds me of how little
you may understand after all.

These HandsThese hands once steady, now are shaken
These hands once strong, now are weak
These hands once warm, now are cold
These hands once young, now are old.
I once had a grip on life, but these hands had let go
I once had the strength to fight, but these hands are damaged so..
I once was so gentle, but these hands are so rough.
I'v fallen so far, dug my own hole, these hands helped.
Their no longer mine, I have no control, these hands are the mind, the body and soul.
Bruised and damaged, bloody and sore, these hands continue to dig deeper, more and more.
These hands were once mine, so small and so young.
Now these hands are tainted, so different and so wrong.
What would it take to fix this mistake? To cleanse these hands from the wrongs I've made?
What would it take to climb out of my hole and embrace the warm light?
To reach out my hand to someone and they'll say, "take my hand, you'll be alright."
What will it take to for these hands to be my own, so we are whole; body mind and soul?
:thumb313742247: Love Now, Before, and Now Again...Sarah sprinted out far beyond her team.  The devastating, crimson beams lanced out from Harbinger searching for her, for the Shepard.  Greedy and evil, wanting to end this duel.  Thirsting to end this resistance here…on earth…now.
Mako tanks, gunships and Marines buckled, crashed and disintegrated in this maniacal rush to the Citadel beam.  Though she dodged and danced around death, Sarah's only thoughts were with that pure soul behind her somewhere in this maelstrom of death.  
Her heart wept with self-hatred and love.  "How could I bring her here?  HOW COULD I?"  She screamed at herself feeling the self-hate auger into her heart.  "She should be safe back on the Normandy!"  Sarah knew Liara was still with her, running, dodging, being there for her as her true heart always had.  
A gunship spun out of control, zipping by Shepard with only meters to spare. It crashed

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kozispoon's avatar
some lovely and striking work indeed!