dA love for everyone! #32

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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!

Interviewed artist: markstewart :iconmarkstewart:

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

I would have to say one is defined by their actions, beliefs, hopes and fears. I believe in equality and fairness and the rights of all to express themselves any way they wish. I don't like elitism, greed or those who like to control or take advantage of others.

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

I started google searching graphite artists on the web a couple of years ago and what i found nearly knocked me off my seat. Most paths led straight to dA.
I joined for support i guess, it can be a lonely existence being the only artist in my social group of friends where most are musicians. I felt joining DA was necessary to help me develop and grow and get some good honest feedback from those who's opinions i respected.

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

It had to be at school .. i used to do other kids art homework and i made a little money doing it, then i would be chosen for certain creative projects and started winning a few local art comps. It made me feel a bit special and i liked it. It sort of made me feel like an individual and that was quite liberating for a kid.

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

First it has to be my family, Sharon my partner for nearly 25 years and my 14yr old son Daniel. Also the passion and excitement shown by others when they talk about the things they truly care about, and those who achieve their goals against all adversity. I would have to say music also, i cant imagine a world without music and i cant work without it .. i would give up my eyesight tomorrow to save my hearing if i had to choose. As for creative .. i don't consider myself creative at all so i cant answer that one.

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

Who knows, it's impossible to know for sure ... Probably a slave worker working for the man with a ball and chain around my neck getting paid peanuts and being totally miserable and wasting my life being part of a fake society which just puts it's boot in your face every day.

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

My work doesn't have meaning or any of that sort of thing, my journey is all about the studying and application and learning. My Retired Serviceman drawing is my choice because i learned more from that one piece than the rest put together. In my opinion i haven't come close to that one since. I think it's the closest i have come to a true portrait.

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

I have so many, how many do you want, i am incredibly insecure about my drawings, i was so glad to know that it's quite normal too. As soon as i finish a piece i get all negative .. it's not good enough, that sucks, i know i can do better, why aren't i improving, why cant i get creative, all i do is copy .. I could talk all day about what i think is wrong with all of my drawings and paintings but it's those insecurities that drive us to better ourselves in our drawing and painting isn't it? .. without that what's the point of it all.

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

Yes very much so, it has given my my biggest high's and brought me to the brink of despair. I also returned to it after a long absence and it has helped me get to a good place where i feel positive again. Now i go into my room in the morning and i'm in my world and i'm happy there. My second chance started last year and i'm not looking back.

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

Not going to live aid, i was too busy working and i turned down the chance to go. It always comes back to the music every time. That and to swim in a coral reef or visit Machu picchu.


:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Don't take life so seriously, enjoy it and let it enrich you through good positive experience. Just be true to yourself and have no regrets. Remember that family is everything and don't try to push your beliefs onto others and to respect the choices that others have chosen for themselves.

Photography Feature

Mature Content

.... by vvola
_candles. by PurpureaPhotography Takin on the Jellies by mree
the show girl by gestiefeltekatze Private Moment. by andy-j-s:thumb333612834: Last Name by LaurenCalaway

Traditional Feature

Batman Bustos by ddgcom:thumb333573301::thumb333759592:
Tragedy by XRlS We Are Legion by jasinski Hathor as Totem by Ravenari

Digital Feature

Papillon Portrait by Nestly 7 of Pentacles by thefreshdoodle chaplain dude by Inkary Steamwitch by Pirate-Cashoo
Express yourself by darekzabrocki sundown by Fel-X L'aura des Astres by Oli-H

Literature Feature

:thumb333890184: Alone AgainI spent years in the dark, all alone with nothing to do. The stone floor ran so cold that my body turned to ice, no matter how much I would bury myself in the comforts of those tattered rags I called blankets. I was almost blinded by the darkness of that chamber, and almost broken by that dead silence. All I would hear is the sound of my body shivering and the sound of water dripping in the corner. My meals would be scraps of the day's leftovers, barely enough to sustain me during my stay. How boring it was to stay alone with nothing to do, but respond to the cold by violent shaking. I could only hear my faded, dry coughs as my throat ran like dry ice for water.
"Hey, who are you?"
A voice? Who is that?
I looked up to the little window over my cot, barely able to make out the face that was there. Slowly, I stood on my feet and approached the owner of the voice cautiously. Under the faint light that peeked into the chamber, I can see he was a young boy. Fair skin with bright blue eyes a
segregationhunting the wrong words
we crossed the rubicon with a freshly skinned mantle
through the ethos of an obfuscation
on a night when the moon
peeled through the sky a bright scab
her leverage methodically demonstrated
by our succinct capitulation to the righteous
whims of gravity
rough bandages torn from raw
wounds meant to breath deep our
salinated breath
and our kill is a creature
we are taught to sustain
to nurture,
fatten and nurse,
so that when freed for the hunt they are too
slow to escape
too large to avoid
the man-made lack of free spaces

WelcomeAn infant's cry
Oh gods show mercy
In your merciless way
In your dark temples
Of death and decay
An infant cries
Gods taunt him
Tease him tirelessly
With tiresome life
Offer him nothing
But sickness and strife
The infant wails
His time has come
To dance and entertain
These ruthless gods
With his stumbling
Sprawling naked
On the canvas of existence
Through space and time
And inked onto their pages
He will be the joke of the ages
Welcome dear infant
Enter alone
Exit alone
But between here and there
Share your despair
With the rest of us fools
Jokers, jesters and tools
Of the gods
ExplodeLets hold in the explosives
A single grenade of hate
5 pounds of the C4 self loathing
5 sticks of dynamite fueled by sadness for the terror of fate
1 bottle of nitroglycerin
Made by tears and fear
Lets hold in these explosives, till they blow right out my ear
Sure i could share them around
Cause some more scars that will never heal
But keeping it inside me is great
I can contain the explosion
And control the hate
Boom. I'm in bits
But everyones safe
Thats what really matters in the end
That your alive and sitting up straight
Sure i could let the pain be shared
Maybe those wounds are easier to repair
But i can't bear the thought of leaving my weapons to hurt another
So light the fuse
I don't really care
As long as you're all safe
That's all that really matters
So let me go off in peace
TragedyI'm sucked in the tragedy of the figures in the screen
How sad is that? I think. The world can be so mean.
The phone rings, I answer after wiping my tear-soaked face
From the caller's tone, you'd think it's casual, but this is not the case.
I put down the phone, I can't believe my ears.
I sit heavily in the couch, grabbing the tissues, but no tears.
My eyes are dry; no sadness takes over, no sorrow or despair.
No emotion what-so-ever. I turn the TV back on, and stare.
אני שקועה בטרגדיה שמתחוללת על המסך,
כמה עצוב, אני חושבת. העולם רע כל-כך.
צלצול טלפון. אני מנגב&

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