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Outstanding scifi and space art is showcased here. Congrats if you made it into this collection!
Our folder for exceptional space art from before 2010.
Enjoy the collection!
It's great to see you here at Space-Revived!
About this group:
Deviantart used to have a thriving space-art community a long time ago. Let's all work together to return the space art genre to its former glory! Space-Revived shall be our new hub of the space artist community!
This group is for everything around the beauty and mysteries of our universe. Planets, nebulae, celestial bodies, space stations and space ships, starfields, galaxies... you name it! Come and join us whether you are a scifi- and space-artist or just admiring it.
We are predominantly interested in space art, but we also accept general scifi submissions of all digital media if they have some connection to space or alien environments. If you are unsure, check our gallery folders to see what space art really means.
Everyone is welcome to join as member of the group. Simply click join and your request will be automatically accepted.
If you want to help out more, you can also apply to become a contributor. A short comment as to why and how you want to help would be nice!
Feel free to submit your art to the appropriate folders "space art", "scifi" or "astrophotography". Everything other than space art or scifi related to it will be declined. Truly excellent submissions will be copied by our admins to the featured folder and showcased on our profile.
Submission limits for members are currently one deviation per day per folder.
Our detailed submission rules and guidelines:
Submission rulesWelcome to Space-Revived!
Enjoy your stay!
Rainlight Rain crackled as it hit the ground, scattering sparks in every direction. It was a nostalgic kind of rain, with a warm electric glow and steam that curled upwards as the falling water smashed into the pavement.
It was a beautiful sight, but a dangerous one.
A familiar voice startled him from behind. “You actually came.”
Cathias turned from the window to see the soft glow of Matiah’s eyes blinking from the doorway. Blue eyes, the color of a sparkmoth in flight. “Of course.”
“Come then. We need you to see this.”
“The worms.” Cathias said, keeping pace with her. “You said it was urgent.”
She sighed as the door slid open.
Cathias winced as he stepped into a room. Research lights were painfully bright, reflecting off the angular metal walls, and revealin
anfractuous.and I have so many things yet to show you.
none of this is beautiful
when compared to hair whipping out a car window
in a night so deep and far-flung from city lights
that you can see by starlight for miles.
desert grass desert dust sighing in the wind
chasing at the tires and the sky–
oh my god the sky oh my god that sky,
she calls for only her wildest children tonight.
she calls for us to gallop against each other
against each other our shoulders brushing with canyons with coyotes
she calls for us
calls after us
as we pelt free and far-flung beneath her blue-black belly
pregnant with planets, pregnant with music,
pregnant with wilder dreams than these.
The Dragon and the Dying StarsOnce upon a time, in a world far distant, the night sky grew dark. Slowly, at first, the stars grew dim. The king’s philosophers at first thought that this was nothing more than the action of passing aeons, and that more would burn anew. But ere long their numbers dwindled, and the naked eye saw plainly what no telescope could: the stars were consumed.
Troubled, the king sent out his greatest knight upon a steed of chrome. Agravane was that knight’s name, and in his hand he bore a sword born of a dying star. Never would that blade break, and never would its edge grow dull. For many weeks Agravane rode through the void, and for as many weeks the king watched through the seeing-stone that stood before his throne.
At last, Agravane found his foe, and the king at last saw who it was who plucked the stars from the aether like grapes from the vine.
It was a dragon, vast as his kingdom and black as the void.
infinity plus oneregression to etceteras,
the humming of the dead
the clutched hands
of our only other heart exploded
like I like,
the room or house where we are
(that's where I thought that).
incapable of love
or saying hello to who said hello
to who, to the ends of the earth.
at the end of all things.
to fuck a ghost.
a tangled messy ghost of hands
alive to touch what I said, I said,
too numb to touch nothing else.
it was the end of times,
it was the only times.
it laid down on the floor/
was nailed to a cross
through felt contact with its objects
with its unkillable otherworldly friend
who chose with no choice
and the end.
it began and ended.
and there were no such things.
or there were some such things.
and the words escaped
an ultramax unimaginable prison
at the heart of the universe
and we held onto each other.
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