dA love for everyone! #80

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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: The-Longfall-of-1979 :iconthe-longfall-of-1979:

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

That is a good question. I don’t believe it is any one skill or trait that defines me — however I’ve made the best effort to listen to my life and see the mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it—no less than in the excitement and gladness. I’ve learned that for an artist, it’s important to touch, sing, and write your way to the hidden heart of it all. Life itself is a story in progress, and I’ve come to know that my rights and my wrongs do not define me — but do construct who I am becoming.

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

I had spent a few of my younger years (I do believe I was around 13 or so) browsing the art that came from dA — and I had a lot of curiosity as to how the art community worked. So, a little after I turned 16, I stopped piddling, joined the site for myself; and started posting some art. It’s been a very educational 2 years so far.

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

As far ago as I can remember. I honestly think I was born with a crayon in my hand. I recall sitting next to my fire place in New Jersey, drawing caterpillars at age 2. It’s been a lifelong passion, and I’m thrilled that there’s still so much to learn and see, so many people to meet, and so many stories to hear.


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

I will be honest and say that I’ve not yet hit that maximum height of creativity—I'm not in the right environment to reach that top creative state. I’m very sensitive to what’s around me- and I know I'm missing a lot of the stimulative factor in my creative process. But in the present day—I feel I am inspired by the spectrum of emotions we witness—I am intrigued by sound, stories, and broken people that have gone through a lot. I am also inspired by my own life, and all the pain and worded joy that that entails. But most of all, I think I am deeply inspired by vulnerability and honest stories.

When a particularly good idea hits-- I usually work until its finished, sometimes I don't sleep until way into the morning. I resonate a lot with music and film, and I love trying to capture that curve of emotion that I choose. I have a lot of pictures that I can't draw yet, because I'm not really at the skill level to capture those images in the manner that I genuinely wish for. So, this would be an answer in the making as I have yet to feel that maximum height of creativity!

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

I’d just be into another branch of the arts. Photography, cooking, wood-carving, music. I’ve never seen myself do anything other than art in all its forms. I’d most likely be found with music—I’m very, very passionate about music, although I haven’t been able to learn much.

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

They all have some sort of significance and story behind them, and the most weighted one thus far would be Love in Hard Times. This particular piece has a lot of weight to it—I dedicated it to a dear friend of mine who died 2 months ago.

The title: "Love in Hard Times" -- comes from a song very dear to me; and I had used that phrase to describe my time with her, right before she had died. I decided to also leave a print of this artwork at my school—as I was asked to leave something behind after I graduate. It will be given, signed, and it leaves the message to really keep Loving in all the hard times to come. There’s definitely a lot of significance to this somewhat simple artwork, and I have learned a lot from the experience it was born from. Only something with the weight of loss and love would be satisfying to leave behind.


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

Who doesn’t? But really, they’ve been diminished over time — I think I’m starting to really broaden my perspective on art—and I really just feel that you enjoy yourself more when you are honest in your messages, bold in your concepts, and dabble in everything from photography and digital art to tea paintings and ink. You have less time to think about insecurities, and focus more on telling the story you want to tell, which is its own form of progress. I do still wish I was more patient in certain areas of my process; but I’ve come to really just have a different perspective in the places that I fall short in. I look forward to improving myself; and to really get my hands dirty in doing more with art and everything beyond.

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

Definitely. I do have a strong connection to the concepts used in my artwork — there’s a lot of symbolism and significance in my work, as well as a lot of emotion. That could mean anything though, A lot of the time, its not what I’m directly feeling — but what I desire, the sense of wonder in the things I don’t know, or else, how I strive to be. I try to focus on what I want to know, questions I have, or the wonder of the heart rather than the big picture of problems, or even answers. It sort of paints a picture to what I’m asking and what I’m looking for, and the hope of finding that calling.

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

I’m still young, so I have a lot left to learn and to do. But it is definitely Music. I’ve always, always loved composing, and I’ve wanted to feel the journey of developing a sound, the story behind lyrics, and the heart and soul that goes into writing the songs those inspirations very dear to me have made. I do think that music is one of the things that give me incredible inspiration. I still strive to one day take a chance in the musical — so we’ll see if I may end up creating film score or a record of my own!


:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Be honest with yourself. In everything. Disregard genre and categories and the number of your audience; and create with the goal of having something greater behind it. Along with that, make the best effort to listen to your life. See it for the vast anything and everything that it is. Don’t be afraid of struggle, and don't be afraid to ask yourself tough questions, because in the life of artists of all kinds, all moments are key moments, and life itself is a story. I've come to know that my rights and my wrongs construct who I am. Realize that the same applies to you.





Photography Feature


Jacky say: WAT? by sailsire Pressure by Bolv3rk hyperballad by absentii
:thumb400701566::thumb400692764: MichaelBrauchle by RaMiBru Mermaid by triciavictoria



Traditional Feature


:thumb400778469: Turn off that star by beathaart lemurian woman by andresaviauk Rahu by muttiy
AstroFish by MyklWells 72mother5 by miladelic Ten dinghies by FredaSurgenor



Digital Feature


RolCaracol by Lal0-90:thumb400676771: In Your Eyes (SPECIAL) by artistamroashry
Oops! Too big by kinkajoomotion Midnight dream by lorency ...290... by MozolewskiMichal 12 8 3 by Pti-SPB



Literature Feature

:thumb400693944: come inShe is a rain-soaked
neon sign at eight o’clock
on a Thursday night.
Her light is too cold,
pipes twisted, full of fluid,
I’m open, she says.
The door is always open
Isn’t that what I’m here for?
Isn’t that my job?
Hollow, dim, dull,
there’s not much else she can do.
Come in here, she says.
At 1AM on
a Sunday, she’s still open.
Chemicals buzzing.
appreciating artstepping into a pub
clicked black stiletto girl
coat ruffled up to her ears
said she came in on a reindeer
he wants to take her to the theatre.
he wants to rub her skyscraper legs with 
his poshpocket cane in the noise of a standing ovation--
sir, you are the star; 
she loves you. 
she really loves you.
she wants to decay in the bottom of his glass.
she wants to shut the curtains behind her as he grins.
she wants to lick his yellow teeth till they are marble white.
she wants to be ruins for tourists--
ruins for tourists? 
ruins for remembrance, 
art for the knowing eye
mona lisa, they love you; 
they really love you.

Vertebraewe dressed our
salt burns;
purloined ribbons
& bone crowns
spitting static through
our buzzing t.v. teeth
you're a silent migraine:
blue-blooded, honey-soaked
[& i want to be something
too pristine to
touch]
Dear ____,Dear ____,
You make me think of stardust and eclipses.
You make me want to drown in implied sensation,
And all to real reverie.
You make me,
Me.
I wish you didn't remind me so much of Romeo.
I don't want to be Juliet in a tragedy.
Not a noble or princess,
Just a girl with a love and a dream.
For so long before you,
I'd been making myself into poetry.
Musings carved into me,
Blood red on snow white,
Thinking it was the only way I'd be anything beautiful.
Now,
All i want to do is write.
Write every thought,
Every feeling,
Because I didn't feel before you.
I remember what it is to breath.
To love.
To my Romeo who hopefully isn't,
With you,
I want to walk stars.
I want you to read the thoughts
Carved into my ribs and collarbones.
With you, i want to spend forever,
However long that is.
With all my heart,
Your maybe Juliet.


   
Group Feature

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Featured artists

PeL07 :iconpel07:

ZimtHandmade :iconzimthandmade:
Does it still rain? by ZimtHandmade:thumb395054510::thumb157857259:

LookingGlassInk :iconlookingglassink:
OmaHer hands move in a parody
     of life they once contained
The gaze that used to shine so bright
     is lost and dark and strained
Some flecks of blood adorn her lips
     Where once a smile did lark
A hungry moan climbs from her throat
     And echoes in the dark
Her skin is gray and lusterless
     her mind is long since done
This woman is a zombie now
     most living have to shun
I look upon her empty eyes
     my own tears start to fall
Her laugh, her smile, her perfect style
     dementia took it all
Her jerky grip comes to a halt
     the darning still is true
I hug her close and speak the words
     she knitted
          I Love You
Mad as a Hatter"They called me mad," tittered the mad lady Maddie. She rocked slowly in her chair, chewing the nails on one hand as her eyes darted around the room.
"And are you mad?" the doctor asked.
"Of course not. Of ccourse not. I've never been mad for an instant." she drummed the fingers of her other hand against her knee in a rythymless tattoo. "Couldn't imagine being mad." she reiterated, and then asked out of politeness. "And yourself?"
"I suspect not," said the doctor. "Do you know why they called you mad?"
"Jealousy of course. They wish they were as completely not mad as I am." a half-stifled cackle burst from her lips and she clapped her hands together in front of her as though she were catching it before it could escape into the wild. She drew her hands to her face and cracked a space between them to peer into the empty space with one violet eye. She giggled then and her hands dropped to rest upon her lap again.
"And who is it that you think is jealous of you?"
"All of them!" she snapped
Delirium and Dreams"It's not like it's the end of the world."
Those were the last words that he had said to me.
He had been smiling when he'd said them, like it was all a big joke. Maybe at the time, it had been. It's always been difficult for me to tell when people are joking. I guess I don't have a very good sense of humor. It's all been replaced by irony I suppose.
Gregory had been a good man, and he hadn't deserved what had happened to him. The words he had spoken to me that evening still rang in my head. It wasn't the "I love you" or the "Will you marry me" that stood out though. The only part that really shone in my memory were his final words, burned there by the blast furnace of a hundred nuclear weapons incinerating his body and flashlighting his shadow onto the stone behind him for just a few seconds before that too was obliterated, along with the camera I had witnessed the whole thing through.
It's not like it's the end of the world.
I mused on those words almost daily now, letting them consum



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jane-beata's avatar
Excellent work :heart: