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Queen-Kitty

Curiosity killed the cat
Deviant for 19 years
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Heroine

Featured

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Pink Princess

Seren

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Dark Dreamer LR Presets

Actions

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Oh My Darling Valentine Pola 2

Instant Film

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Doe Eyes

35mm and 120 Film

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Motions Like Poetry

Soft + Ethereal

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Heroine

Vintage Romance

487 deviations
Join Us for a Mad Tea Party

Cute + Quirky

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Forest Kingdom

Dark Romanticism

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Summer Memories

Colorful Dreamers

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Lookout

Everyday Magic

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Floral Princess

Fairytales

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A Twinkle in Her Eye

Studio

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Hiding in the Shadows

Cats, Cats, Cats

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Cozy

Self-portraits and Collaborations

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Reflection

Nature

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Lovely Lavender

Traditional Art

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Water Lily

My Favorites

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Literature

Uncanny

Is this real? I used think that this was only a question one would ask when they were mentally unwell. But how can I not distinguish reality from the things created by a machine, I am suspicious of all of it. I look at photographs and ask whether they are real people whether there was a camera involved whether it is merely a chain of commands. I count fingers, examine grain patterns, search profiles for an illusive creator, and try to determine the lies from a web of deceitful hashtags. I am tired of trying to decide tired of my brain snagging on small details that throw everything into doubt. This false authorship becomes more convincing by the day Elegant anatomy rings true Style becomes more cohesive. I ask simply that you tell the truth.

Writing

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Literature

Splatter

I lost my loneliness today.  I scraped and brushed it into the paint with blunt force.It's over there on the canvas covered with brushstrokes, and my body aches with the pain of letting it go, of throwing it away.It cried as I spread it thick with paint, so I turned up my music louder until its cries were drowned out.The sorrow crept in, so I painted more fiercely, tiptoed and slipping in the wet paint, drowned the canvas in water until the harshness faded away.The loneliness was still there, but it wasn't mine anymore. 

My Daily Deviations

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Scraps

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