Community Week
What is the first thing you think of when you think of DA staff and community volunteers? Maybe your first thought is that they're authority figures, or you think of the Daily Deviations that the CVs set, or maybe if you're prone to misbehavior, you think of being banned
However, this article today is here to also make you remember that many of them are ARTISTS. "Artists?" you say, "Are you sure they aren't just part of some secret society that is keeping tabs on all of us?!"
For a list of current DeviantArt staff: about.deviantart.com/
For a list of current CVs: www.deviantartsupport.com/en/a…
There are LOTS of current staff members and CVs who are artists, but today I wanted to highlight a few as well as let you know what they do! Just because I didn't feature somebody doesn't mean that they're not an artist or that they're not a good artist, it just means that I didn't want to leave you with a hundred name list 
You can check out the rest in the links above!
BeccaJS Literature CV
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squanpie Literature CV
akrasiel Literature CV
EveryNextDream Horror/ Macabre Photography CV
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I hope this feature has give you a preview of the amazing art that you'll find in the galleries of DeviantArt's staff and community volunteers. We're a diverse and dedicated group that have a great passion and love for art in all of its varied and beautiful forms!
You can check out the rest in the links above!
BeccaJS Literature CVCristian Rosas
Mediterranean breeze warmed my dreams;
cappuccino mornings blended
into Bacardi sunsets.
Tobacco smoulders and I remember-
his name was Cristian Rosas.
Sunset passed. Spirits poured
European measures- unlike tight English twenty-five mil,
relieving the throbs of snow white turned red queen.
The glow led our intoxicated journey. Sambuca fused.
We invaded the dance floor.
yellow lanterns,
blue, red, green
blue,
yellow, red,
green merged with smiles.
Freedom spun me to his arms.
Giggles blushed sunburn. Cristian Rosas
whispered his name.
Fingers caressed my shoulder;
pulses shot down my back.
Lights,
music people blurred
into echoes. His words
a treat richer than coffee. Citrus
perfume infused the heat; hunger took control.
Honey seeped into locked lips.
His wink broke the spell.
Notes flew off key. Samba swayed
a desperate grind of genitals, disgust
erupted in my throat. Honey
tinged saccharin;
backhand met cheek.
On patio furniture I sucked cigarettes.
Cappuccino froth sank with my lust
OverworkedWe set aside a time, one hour for a meeting;
our search for a room hindered by our search
for the solution.
Can we set aside a day
for creation and have a canvas we can all paint on
at the same time in the same room
and order ice cream or chip-shop chips
whilst we make our master design?
Then do you think we can turn our idea
into a real life innovation?
Or do we continue to scavenge old buildings
for neglected conference rooms once
booked by occupants no longer present. Do
we panic about the problem and confirm
we are in shit before we've truly understood
the colour, depth, and complexity of the shit?
Do you think we could stick to our plans and
do what we say we will do when we do it? We
go home on time and drink gin-and-tonic in
a local beer garden, enjoying the warm sun instead
of an overheated, over-exhausted office.
The Cat BossI know he lurks;
alert eyes behind the sofa
waiting, waiting.
Suddenly a paw torturing
these feet, yanking at
my socks
Crawling the pond edge
musing perhaps how cold
it might be, the creature
Pats delicate yet
Springs back in terror;
He won't be soaked today.
Stolen comfort, he
Places himself in prime
Spot- my chair
No longer
my chair. Only
the shake shake of biscuits
allow his ginger tail to bob
into the kitchen
expecting.
Begrudgingly, he plants
his purr-box up against
my side. The gentle scratch
behind his ear reminds
us both, he's always
in charge.
squanpie Literature CVSt Anne's ReelWe danced together, you and I, when the night was young. Jigs followed reels, and the whole hall moved to our music.
Strangers and old friends, it made no difference, then. We watched children and old men alike as they paused on the threshold, uncertain. We watched them take those first stumbling steps, faces creasing into smiles, and then they were whirled away into the dance.
Feet stamped in time, hands clapped, and skirts spun open as bright and fleeting as flowers carried on the wind. Together, we urged them on, faster and faster, until you were a blur across my strings.
The years have moved on though, and that floor is empty now. You are gone I know not where, and I lie alone in the dark, the sheen of my varnish turned dull with age. Yet some things can never fade.
When the winter wind blows in from the sea, it still carries the memory of songs and laughter. From some other friendly shore, or from the ghosts of ships long gone, the music lives on; and footsteps passing by m
Milking It “Well now, this is inconvenient for both of us.” The brownie sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor across from Nicki. “We both know what will happen to you if I return empty handed; but I know what will happen to me – and believe me when I say you’re the lucky one.”
Nicki blinked slowly. The world was blinding, fuzzy, and somehow upside down.
“Look; my own self-interest aside for the moment, you’ve always been such a good provider. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume for the moment that there’s some exceptional reason for tonight’s lapse?”
Ah, that was it. Events of the past few hours returned wrapped in a bundle of nausea. She shut her eyes and replied, slurring her words across the stone tiles of the kitchen floor. “Graduation… After-party…”
Moonlight Meeting We stumbled from the dockside pub, laughter and the final bell ringing in our ears. She held my hand as if the world was ending, and tugged me across the road to the promenade. One night only, she’d told me much much earlier, when the line of empty glasses stood at one and a half. And boy was I going to make the most of that night.
A light fog had rolled in off the sea, just enough to blur the lights of the pier and cast a halo round the moon as it sank towards the waves. In the damp air, her hair moulded to the curves of her face, a trail leading from cheek to full lips that tasted of sea spray and worlds unexplored.
A taxi slowed as it passed us, the driver hopeful, but I never looked up. Her deep dark eyes held me ensnared, drowning in the sorrow held back below the surface.
“Shh,” she said, holding a finger to my lips, though I’d said nothing. “The moon is bright; the ni
FFM29 2017 - Swans in the Evening Sunlight sparkled on the river as two sisters walked together along the bank. Rings shone bright on all their fingers, and jewels gleamed in their hair; fairest of all though, was little Betty’s golden necklace. A gift from her sweet William.
It glittered still, as she slipped and stumbled, her sister’s hand upon her back. Her dress, billowing around her in the river, formed the image of a swan.
The feast had already begun when a strange bard entered. He brought with him a harpist; a lady, cloaked and hooded, bearing a bone white harp strung with golden strings. Tears streamed down William’s face as the harp began to sing alone, a song of death and drowning.
Eyes turned from little Betty’s empty place, to ashen Margaret sat beside. Her chair fell back, and the elder sister fainted.
The song ended in silence; bard an
akrasiel Literature CVBrittlesparrow: wings half-extended<da:thumb id="649073430"/>
head back, beak open
encased in clay, a snapshot
sudden as a nuclear shadow
sparrow trembles inside
Lunar EclipseObserve the birds that soar so high
Their wings that stir in endless flight
Like vibrant sails become aflame
And lit below by beacons bright
The moon rusts red in darkened skies
Absorbs the glow of midnight light
A blood moon is too cruel a name
Let rest the stars and sleep tonight
Oh love, stay here and rest with me
Oh love, sleep calm and rest tonight
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I hope this feature has give you a preview of the amazing art that you'll find in the galleries of DeviantArt's staff and community volunteers. We're a diverse and dedicated group that have a great passion and love for art in all of its varied and beautiful forms!
