dA love for everyone! #65

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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: CalciteMink1610 :iconcalcitemink1610:

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

Perhaps I'm not really akin to modern artists due to my attitude and position in art. I see an artist as a  person who besides talent has a lot of patience, discipline and will power. I'm too carried away with oil painting, forests and impressionism, and to be honest, I'm not able to draw manga or a digital dragon for you :)

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

It had been already used by someone who took part in message boards where I was registered and thus observed where people developed galleries.

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

I showed interest in drawing yet  in preschool age - with  colored pencils, markers and a large set of wax crayons. From 4 to 6 years many  colorful images of the forest appeared. That time, I made friends with the wonderfully painted art of Slava Shraga, russian impressionist and abstract artist. I did realize that we can express our souls. As a teenager, I painted very little, and only at the age of 18 I returned to painting as the main occupation.


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

Weather changes, uncommon places and nature, self-search and sometimes - nostalgia. Also, when I get excited, the painting is not a problem. Rock, metal, ambient and new-age music help me.

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

I'd be a doctor or a biologist. And I would pass much more time with ladies :) .

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

A couple of them: Bear's corner, Waiting, Colorful alluring thickets, Nutcracker's dash, Passions around the bride. They all have story behind. I never knew what is the best. Only sharing and giving people can make special things, I think.


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

I don't have any insecurities at the moment.  I keep my paintings protected from environment and choose secured places for the exhibitions.

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

No, I think that art conversely caused problems in my life. It's not the only way to develop spirituality. Also, there are guys who were in the ranks of the army, they are strong in spirit and communication, successfully work on common jobs  and they are much more enduring in society than artists of the same age. I could be like them getting stable payments, girls and a car, but I had chosen art and only I am responsible for that. My  hope is the plain-air in Amsterdam,  the city of artists, to find out, whether is my art important or not. In Russia the artist's carrier is almost impossible. Painters need support.

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

To visit equator islands and paint there exotic nature. Also, I'd like to change username on Deviant art. Gonna sell some prints to buy the subscription for that.  


:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Always try to draw/paint from nature/life. You will highly increase your skills. And don't forget to try all mediums! :)





Photography Feature


Keep The Streets Empty For Me II by asalisinasa:thumb377058847: bioshock inspired by NatalieCartman
Size variation by cameraflou The Eyrie by lostknightkg



Traditional Feature


Corals by LoveSoup

Mature Content

My inner universe by Rocktuete
Beyond the Zenith by offermoord White peonies by vasoiko
Jai - Jackalope Dreamweaver Sculpture by LuxDani Elide by kellymckernan:thumb376900707:



Digital Feature


Golden Girl by Grubby07 Battle Chronicle by KypcaHT German Town by jjpeabody
Mechanical fairy colors by Sabinerich Royal Blood by anndr The MOTHER, the Son, and the Moon and the DNA... by MANDELWERK Hidden Falls by Ninjatic



Literature Feature

The Weapon that was NotIt was cold. That was all Eve could feel. He mind was in a fog. Was this heaven or hell. He teenage mind pondered. If this was hell it was colder than she thought it was going to be.  She blinked a few times and her mind cleared enough to see she was not on an astral plain but in a cryogenics  tube. Then her memories came back to her. The band of pirates who had created her. Created her to be a weapon.  Genetically altering her genes as an human embryo so she had telepathy and telekinesis. She had escaped them and stowed away on the spaceship Clear Water but the pirates had found her again captured her and put her on ice to keep her in check.They were most likely waking her up to help raid a ship. She didn't want to help them any more.  The bonds on her arms, legs and torso released and the metal door of her tube opened. With her telekinesis she pushed away who ever opened the door.  She tumbled out of the cryogenics tube. Her legs were weak from being frozen f LosingMy life is a myriad of loss
Painting murals of my mistakes in
Reds and accusing yellow
Hello isn’t this great?
I did it again, believed in something that
Could never be
Because of this
Because of me
I destroy everything I see
Sitting here beneath the stars
Feeling alone in my heart
Despite the fact that I’m surrounded by fools
The biggest fool is me
And now
I’m trying to bend the truth
With the devil on my shoulder
Whispering in my ear
That this is all over
Of Traps and CastlesA mind like a trap,
It’s been said that I own,
But trapping who?
I’m afraid I don’t know.
My head is not settled,
Not clear or concise,
It’s turbulent, tangled,
Caught in a vice.
I wish to escape,
To just let my mind go,
“Go and run yourself ragged,
“I’m taking it slow.”
But I can’t, it’s mine own,
My thoughts are engrained,
To them I am bound,
To them I am chained.
It’d be nice to be stupid,
To not care for a while,
To laugh when they tease,
To be content just to smile.
Life would be simpler,
Easier too,
For me to be me,
And you to be you.
So much is within,
Contradictions abound,
I search for an answer,
That goes unfound.
Yet, if I were stupid,
I wouldn’t know you,
Nor myself, nor my parents,
Nor the things that we do.
Well…
The search will continue,
If it must, I suppose,
I shall keep my mind nimble,
In the search for a rose.
A rose? Why that?
Why not power or fame?
Why don’t I live as those,
Who tr

:thumb377090015: Out of ManyWhere does hope come from?
Where does it go?
Answers to questions,
That we’ll never know.
Am I the person,
I believe myself to be,
Or the product of environment,
A child of misery?
Is my courage mine own,
Or is it testosterone?
Would I still be as brave,
If I were alone?
And is it I who loves,
Or my instincts, my baser drives?
The very same which seek,
To keep me alive.
My life is like a honeycomb,
Not sweet, but segregated,
Not whole, compartmentalized,
The edges are serrated.
I feel like so many,
Yet I know myself as none,
God only knows what I would give,
To feel like only one.
To feel like myself,
To be confident, secure,
Courageous, independent, unwavering, uncompromising,
Intelligent and sure.
The older I grow,
The more men I become,
So am I one of many?
Or out of many, none?

Mature Content



   
Group Feature

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Inkscapers is a group for Inkscape users to share and discover art created with Inkscape. Give it a try and submit your art here.



Featured artists

Noitusan :iconnoitusan:
:thumb292714847: We Win by Noitusan I'm Thinking by Noitusan

saintartaud :iconsaintartaud:
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RK-Striker-JK-5 :iconrk-striker-jk-5:
Elements of Harmony and the Savior of Worlds: 1Chapter One
It had been a rather long day for Princess Celestia. She plodded along the halls of Canterlot, wings folded close to her alabaster-white body and her colorful mane and tail, normally flowing as in a stiff breeze, merely wafted about.
Two Pegasus ponies in golden armor stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to her bedchambers. They both stiffened to attention and threw out their wings in salute as Celestia approached. She dipped her head at them, half from courtesy and half from exhaustion. She placed a hoof on the first step...
A sudden spike in magical energy from one of the study halls at the School for Gifted Unicorns startled Celestia. It was a tiny spike, almost unnoticeable save for how familiar it felt. A sigh threatened to escape Celestia's lips, but she swallowed it and raised her head, pasting a smile onto her muzzle. "I'll be right back," she said to the guards before turning on a hoof and cantering off.
The princess quickly exited the tower a
Spanner in the Works IIt was the worst kind of hell for Discord, the living embodiment of chaos. Here he was, frozen in place and unable to move even the tiniest fraction of a millimeter. He banged metaphorical fists against his prison, shouted at the top of theoretical lungs and railed against the injustice, his true body not moving even an angstrom.
For an eternity of days, he probed every piece of what the cursed Elements of Harmony sealed him in, looking for something-anything!-to exploit, to pierce and blow through. And finally, after so long... he found a chink in the armor.
And it was useless.
He saw Equestria through it, saw the ponies and griffins and dragons out there. But only the tiniest, merest fraction of his being could leak through. And not all the time, no! Once or twice, and then it would close up forevermore. So the spirit of chaos did the one thing most anathema to his psyche. He watched, waited and planned. And he looked for something rather alien to his thinking, allies.
He saw
Spanner in the Works IIThe Diamond Dogs hefted the statue, tilting it upright as it settled onto its base in front of the dais that once held the Elements of Harmony, in the shattered remnants of the former castle of the Sisters. Rover looked around, his dull eyes focusing on one of the only other occupants of the room. "Statue set, we go take out Element Bearers now?"
Blueblood stifled a yawn, clamping his jaw shut, but forcing his cheeks to puff out. He shook his head. "As much as I would love to force Twilight Sparkle to her knees and show Rarity the error of her ways, even a prince like myself needs sleep." He looked around, focusing on the other pony in the room. "Trixie, show me to my bedchambers."
Trixie, standing near the door, whipped her head around to face him. "What? Bedchambers?" She snorted and waved a foreleg around at the missing ceiling, the stone walls with large chunks blasted out of them and the cracks along the floor. "The castle has seen... better days, Prince."
Blueblood gasped,



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Thank you so much for the feature, Cristina. It's been an honor. :hug: