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This is where my mixed genres museum will live. Traditional and non-Traditional art will be found here.

A busy night of cyberdreaming Chapter 12 by Eternatease

Luke Goss by elysiumgraphix

RAPPER JZ Jay-Z by Bigboithomas84

Leonard Nimoy (1931-2015) by louissollune

2pac by Bigboithomas84


CachorroMariachi by Catetas

Daenerys Targaryen by HarryOsborn-Art


AMAZING ARTWORK Fire and Ruin by DemonicEssence


Sapience - Commission by Ramah-Palmer


BEAUTIFUL POETRY adonisyou're awash in holy light when you stand in your room
bare skin bathed in the eery blue-white glow of your lamp,
shadows falling like scraps of black organza across the crevices of your hipbones and shoulder blades
delicately scratching away at your marble surface, bruises of
lilac-violet smeared like watercolour paint under your wide eyes, you're so
disaffected, i know, but isn't that beautiful?
it is to me; it is everything about the emptiness in your green-gold eyes sometimes
the vacancy that turns them a little cold and grey in the darkness, the death of life behind your gaze
that tells me you have seen the things hidden behind trap doors that no one was really meant to
it is the way your muscles ripple discordantly in your fragmented movements, like your bones sit
uncomfortably when you remember where they have broken, what they have done
you've lived life like a sailor at sea, treacherous waters abound but still you pursue them
and you've roamed further than the boundaries my mi


Second Prize OC Contest Winner Noys by FeatherFactory


Must See Digital Photorealistic Legolas (Orlando Bloom) LOTR by push-pulse

Poetry TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.

Literature Jamie's DeadJamie died today.
I don’t remember much about what had happened. Not much at all except the feel of his feverishly warm body thrusting against my own. The soft of his lips and the rough of his unshaven face, exploring the most sacred of places where only he⎯and he alone⎯was allowed to touch. I remember the rush of euphoria and colors dancing in my head, the sudden urge I had to show him how I loved him.
And before that, screaming and pure hatred. The blow of his palm across my face. The strong smell of alcohol filling up the small dingy space of our one bedroom apartment. I remember the sharp sting of a cigarette butt where it fell on my skin. Flickering fluorescent lights while Jamie pricked a needle into my veins. I remember how it had hurt at first, and how afterward, I didn’t mind at all. And neither did Jamie.
Before that, I remember Jamie growing colder. Jamie coming home late at night. Jamie refusing to talk. Jamie going off to places I didn’t know
Papers and Cake    Roses were a curious flower, rife with symbolic meaning yet rarely understood. Thorns and blossoms forming an artistic counterpoint, Lyra ceased fussing with the arrangement and finally turned up her face to acknowledge her tutor. It was a rare concession, but she’d grown bored with the basic exercises she’d already done and knew he wouldn't let her advance if she didn't listen to him drone on about what was next. Oddly, he made no move to launch into one of his speeches, and after a moment she realized he hadn't paid her any attention as she ignored him.
    Lyra felt no shame or irony at the reprimand in her voice. Her parents paid him good money; it was his duty to sit and allow her to torment him. Vexingly, he didn't so much as look up, and instead continued writing something in the slim notebook he always carried with him. She'd thought it was to take down his reports on her progress but judging fr

Poetry Wind in my HairEven though I can't see you,
I feel you.
When I close my eyes I can feel your
kisses all over my body.
The way you move me is unlike
anyone ever has.
I am engulfed in your presence.
When you whistle
I feel it is me alone you are calling to.
Beckoning me
to join your immortal dance.
in unison I dance with arms stretched
eyes closed tight.

Traditional & Digital Art Robert Kneppler_updated by straycat27

Prince Nuada ExileNot a whisper from down below
but nothing there is still.
A world of sharp, rough,
hard, cold things
erected by a single war cry
not even the loudest river
could ever silence.
From ancient darkness,
older than the stars
and all things eternal,
like a slumbering seed of gold
awaiting the royal blood
to spring back to life,
he will rise.
One solitary Elf Prince –
the bane of Man.

Poetry horizonthere was a season
when I was stronger.
when days lasted longer and wind filled my sails.
there was a reason
for love's trial and error.
ghosts in the mirror were yesterdays' tales.
the winds now are memory.
hope and illusion.
pain and confusion inherit my gold.
but I, I shall live on
the crusts stained with jelly,
filling my belly with morsels and mould.
there is yet a season,
with dragons returning,
the fires yet burning shall lift to the skies.
there must be a reason
to seek the horizons.
to sail for the islands with unclouded eyes.
my sails are of iron. the sun is my shepherd.
and I am the leopard.
the lion. the beast.
alone at the tiller. I seek no more portage.
the winds of an old rage
shall yet drive me east.
William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

FanArt Want you by goldenrod1034

Poetry, Prose Musing over the MoonI don't think that the moon
wanted to be
the moon
imagine a hot rock
released to its own path
by a collision
or monumental
fission fusion of creation
taking pace
among the stars
only soon
a sun with planets
slowly pulls 
this liberated
piece of travel-rounded
into a steady orbit
of obligations
light the night
guide the ships
pull the tides
make us wonder
let the wolves howl
night after night
about its freedom

Gourd Lamps Gourd lamp bracket V night 7 by Calabarte

Literature John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about John—John who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have

Photography The way Home by Oer-Wout

Traditional Portraits (some animated) George by justinsdrawings

Traditional Art

Mature Content

Gelatin buttocks -Color- by javiermtz

Traditional Art Shocked by wildjellybeans

Poet's soul, warrior's hands, lover's eyes, killer's heart

Mature Content

Traditional Do You Believe in Jesus? by JW-Jeong

Literature/Poetry Dirt Beneath the Cobbles
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks

Poetry, et al If I Were a PoetIf I were a poet I'd spin you a line
An embroidery of words etched in silvery twine
A tapestry woven of rhythm and rhyme
And stitch it all up with each tittle and jot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd cook you a stew
A lyrical soup, a most nourishing brew
With couplets for gravy and iamb for my rue
And boil it in a pentameter pot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet we'd take to the seas
With paragraph sails and a literate breeze
And sail on our starship to far galaxies
We'd keep captain's logs of the treasures we sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd write you a page
Full of musical wisdom so rhyming and sage
A verse to let open the door to your cage
And give you the taste of the freedoms you've sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.

Photography & Traditional Aurora Brutality by Trichardsen

Digital Beauty Warning by patriciabrennan




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That's a picture of my drum group, MUSIC OVER MATTER, running a drum circle in Philly. I am basically a crafts person. I make instruments known as sekeres. Sekeres are percussion instruments made with gourds (of various sizes and shapes) and strung with a net of colorful beads and/or shells. The instrument originated in Nigeria, Africa. They are played by musicians from many genres all over the world. I have a story about sekere published on DeviantArt.

I also dabble in authoring. I have written widely different subjects here on dA - semi autobiographical, porno/erotica (published and removed by Stan and dA) - but my new favorite is fan fiction.

I do draw, but it is not my specialty. It takes me forever to get drawings right and they still don't quite measure up. I'll stick to crafts.


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This is my collection of traditional art. These pieces will remain while other pieces will be added over time.

Michael Jackson. Smile. by zimnika7 tall tim by SittingBuddha
Gilfalas by halrod Custom double switch plate by dogzillalives Model VI by DChernov Modular Origami Big Swan #1 by origamimodulowe Matt Who? - pencil portrait by Cataclysm-X

Mature Content

Still living in the Past by JairoxD
SMILEY D by Estebelle AD by lei-la-la Derbyshire Autumn by AnnMarieBone 1 by LaurinhaOliveira The sweetest thing by SabinasArts

Mature Content

Dimples by Life-takers-crayons
conversations by Slawekgruca

Mature Content

Ray by mjranum
Still Life 92 by Mosz reis 6 by dushky Believe by Laurasshadesofgrey Ziellos by scheinbar Burn by Rhyn-Art

Mature Content

Keith by DeviantMind22
Speed Drawing Smallest Cat by 8DFineArt Jackson by Ev-sta The Chimera by RICARDO-GIRALDEZ Hor by plazas :thumb142674803: Egg Natural version II by URM



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Coolest art page I've been on today. Nice art
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Yeah, we've got some awesome artists on dA.
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