Hi, I'm Tanya
DA Community Volunteer
I'm a General Photography Community Volunteer
My partner in crime is Mrs-Durden
I take Daily Deviation suggestions from the following photography categories:
Architecture | Conceptual | Darkroom | Fireworks | Horror & Macabre | Infrared | Other | People & Portraits (Body Art, Classic Portraits, Emotive Portraits, Expressive, Infants & Children, Other, Self-Portraits, Spontaneous Portraits, Weddings) | Photojournalism | Still Life | Transportation | Urban and Rural
I mostly feature dark, experimental, psychedelic, visually challenging, subversive and otherwise unconventional photography with style and substance. I like weird. Give me weird.
For more information about what Daily Deviations are, and a list of which CVs feature from which genres, mediums and subjects, please read How do I suggest Daily Deviations?
Please read my full guidelines
before sending suggestions. Thanks!
My DD Suggestion Guide for General PhotographyI'm one of the Community Volunteers for General Photography, along with my partner in crime, Mrs-Durden.
Looking for some DA related tutorials and resources?
Here you go!
A Guide To Connecting And Sharing On DAWhat's this all about?
How to be a Guiding Light and a Shining ExampleHow can I help?
Promoting Other People's Art On DAOne of the great things about DA is that it's not only a place where you can promote your own work - it's also a place where you can promote art you admire by other people. There's a whole bunch of ways that you can do this, so if you'd like to help draw attention to awesome art created by your friends or brilliant things you've found while browsing, read on and find out how you could make someone's day.
DA Groups: Your ResponsibilitiesGreat power, great responsibility and DA groups
The Artists' ManifestoWhat we owe ourselves
Motivation and CommunicationIntroductory Bit
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Take the first steps on your DeviantArt journey and find out how to share art, browse art, join groups and make friends on DA.
projecteducate (lovingly referred to as PE) was launched in 2008 to promote and support artistic and community growth and knowledge throughout DeviantArt.
PE is a joint venture between DA Community Relations and the community. During each themed week and weekend, we bring you a new set of articles with information, resources and features from one of the many galleries on DeviantArt. We also regularly host a Community Week where anyone in the community has a chance to submit an article to share!
We pride ourselves on being a fun and educational group, and we'd love for you to join us on this adventure.
Find out about up-coming weeks and weekends
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Points gathered here will go towards prizes and subs for groups I'm in, thanky donatey miscellaneous goodness and other lovely things for lovely people.
Donations are gratefully received and kindly appreciated but never expected. I tend to buy Points for giving rather than rely on others for them but your support means a lot to me and all the Points I gather here are given back to the DA community. Thank you!
The amount of 1500 points is an arbitrary number pulled out of thin air/the ground/the back of my brain cause there was a box that asked for a number and I never say no to a box asking for something.
Horror ART Contest Winners Hello my spooky friends!
Halloween is now officially over so we can relax...till next year.
For that occasion a fun Horror ART Contest was held in the forum. Which was of course scary as hell, but fun too.
What was the contest all about?
Creating a new piece of art (any art media) based on your favorite horror novel/story/movie.
We got some nice entries there, but only 1 winner and 1 runner-up can be chosen.
Let's take a look at the
Remembering Stan Lee
Today, the world is certainly a lot less super as we mourn the loss of Stan Lee. A humble genius who at one time commented that he wasn't sure that what he did meant anything, Stan Lee was a legend and he will surely be missed by many. He brought us fantastical worlds and infinite possibilities and provided not only escape but an opportunity for many. Rest in Peace, Stan Lee, thank you for being our superhero
With great power there must also come ... great responsibility!
I never thought that Spider-Man would become the world wide icon that he is. I just hoped the books would sell and I'd keep my job.
Photomanip DD Round-Up for October 2018
Over The Ages by 3mmI
Divine Mother by InfiniteCreations OnKa by midodellouche
Succubus in Rapture by MskyCarmen Voodoo. Let's play dolls? by veravik
this whole universe just mud and bone by xxcloudscollide Black And White by vlacruz
Photography Critiques - Feature #1Hey guys!
Last month we started a new type of monthly thread in the Photography Forum. This time around, we offered everyone a chance to get their art featured if they went ahead and wrote at least one critique on someone else who posted in the monthly critique thread! I'm happy to see many of you offered critiques! Here is a feature for you guys
(that's not a word but I don't care)
Digital Art Student from Australia
Photographer from the Netherlands
Artist from Canada
Photographer from South Africa
Photographer from the United States
The Next Big Interview: ApollinArt
I think the best piece of advice I could give is to not be too enamoured with your art. It might sound a bit weird but sometimes it helps to detach yourself from a particular piece, so that you can really hear criticism and implement it when working for a client, or simply to allow yourself to have a fresh pair of eyes on your work after you take a break.- ApollinArt
Combining great drawing skills with a keen eye for colour, ApollinArt is able to produce art that teems with magic and mystery, drawing us inside vivid fantasy worlds. What follows are scenes that sparkle with delightful moods and engaging characters, reflecting the artist's strengths in illustrative storytelling. Read on to learn more about the creative passions and processes that have fueled Apolline's success.
Thanks for chatting with me, Apolline! Let's explore your artistic background and development: When did yo
People and Portraits Spotlight Vol. 199Spotlight Vol. 199
** by Erasky Model tests 1\3 by QuartzHDRSunny girl by L1993The Red Riding Hood by LidiaVivesPure love by Econitaautumn daydreaming. by ilmari-nen
Photography Roulette: Issue 1Hey guys!
I recently decided to move away from my Photography ABCs and try something a bit more fun. Photography Roulette is going to be a new challenge for myself wherein for each issue I will use a random word generator, and whichever word I end up generating will need to be the theme of a feature of photographs here on DA. I don't get to change the word, I have to deal with whatever the generator throws my way! This issue's word is....
So I tried to think of the many ways in which we can interpret the word team. I thought about teamwork, about people coming together to do things whether it be sports, or art, or just hanging out. I thought of how groups of people could be seen as a team, I thought of teams from shows or movies...and well these are the photographs I found on DA that were somehow linked to the word team in my mind!
Best of October 2018
The norns by sollenafotografie Megara by la-esmeralda
soul tides by waveystar
Make your wishes happen by thefirebomb Don't let your dreams fly away.. by thefirebomb
Balloon paradise by thefirebomb
Little Angel by Onistocke Oliver by shadddow
Panda roux by Arkus83
Bed time story by Zaiav Strawberries heaven by FiorOf
Happy Halloween by FeliDae84
Remember The Time by Yuukon
Halloween Pumpkin Carving Challenge Winner!Today I'm announcing the winner of the forum pumpkin carving contest!
I asked participants to carve me their best pumpkin design! This could be done the old-fashioned way with a real pumpkin (or heck, any fruit or vegetable they had available) -OR- they could draw their design digitally or traditionally. You can check out the post here: https://forum.deviantart.com/devart/general/2452008/
Congratulations to JCoolArts who I've chosen as the winner of the 3-month core (or the points equivalent) with his very creative pumpkin carving!
Thank you so much to our participants!
Photography: Abstract + Surreal
Filipp13 - Art2mys
pisequenxc - TanyaSimpson
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Fickle Friday: Love Runs OutLISTEN TO THE SONG
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
I'll be the bright in black that's making you run
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out
I'll be doing this, if you had a doubt
'Til the love runs out - 'til the love runs out
I'll be your ghost, your game, your stadium
I'll be your fifty-thousand clappin
I went a little crazy trying to feature some faves from my folder, even though I'm so behind. I'm doing my best, just so you all know, but I don't see myself being able to be more active anytime soon. I'm sorry for this and hope no one blames me; family and health comes first, and this has been one hell of a year. Enough said. Just know I care about you all, and I'm sure I forgot some of you very special friends , but I went from youngest faves to oldest...and I've many to go through still. Many hugs to you all! Enjoy the works here
Little Kip by InnocentiumWILD by MomokshaMy Baby by HydraCarinaMs. Tortie by TheEmpatheticCatI'm the hunter | + speedpaint by MartithBlack Kitten by BagirushkaCuriosity by MomokshaFeles Cinereo by JaviRGRAPHICSMy kitty by AutumnIuliaCurious by cindywebbphotographyIt Is Raining by CanankkTasty Dreams by TanyaSimpsonA black kitten by Ksenos-ksHiding from the rain by Anastasia-berry
Catcatalogue Vol.#56"You are loved by so many and so much more and by no one more than me."
Love is the greatest gift.
Peaceful Nap by DolphyDolphiana
Bask by Aurru
Over the Moon: Poetry + Prose (Volume #20)Welcome to another volume of Over the Moon, a growing collection of literature and talented deviants! I encourage you to and these pieces and authors and take a look through their galleries!
Over the Moon: Poetry + Prose (Volume #20)
A cradle song by austin316hellyeah the l word by Potahtochildannie
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Over the Moon: Poetry + Prose (Volume #18)Welcome to another volume of Over the Moon, a growing collection of literature and talented deviants! I encourage you to and these pieces and authors and take a look through their galleries!
Over the Moon: Poetry + Prose (Volume #18)
The Angel in Disguise by RubyAngelEyes 08/06/2017 by SheDares
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Jesus at Seceda by vw1956
Storm Day 03 by TanyaSimpson
Eyes by MoonFairy82
Isonomia by HalfFormedThoughts
I will wait for you until the end of time by Mrs-White
Hurricane Florence......be safe. by jennystokes
Caged by Ragnar949
cold as a winter wave by Inextremiss
Haunted by Mrs-White
Wake up! by Mrs-White
m i n d e s m a r k e t by JonhyBlaze
M by xbastex
Happy Place by silvia-giuli
Point of Light by Ragnar949
Share a little love... by a-kid-at-heart
Thursday Tributes: Volume 28AnimalsPlantsNature's Thursday Tributes to our new members!
Hello, and welcome to AnimalsPlantsNature!
We are one of the newest up and comming APN groups here on DA!
We would like to take this time to welcome all of our wonderful new members, with a special feature!
Beach Sunset Near Coastline by ROGUE-RATTLESNAKEMorning Glow by lowland4321PicsArt 1444227889424 by AvaR123
It's a Colorful LifeHold,
look there in the mist of the moors
standing still in the black of night
as deathly still as the breathy chills and sweaty pores
as sure you will know terror as black from white
as likely to get the frozen fill from fading into sight
as you are to live to tell the tale at a pub for barmates' delight.
a one way track, liquid gold down the gullet
it never quite gets old, it was dead on arrival
they said, "Live your life, lad." You've got nothing but time firing past like a bullet
and no point in living but a finger blame, and your own survival
it would be such a shame, and every trick you try to pull it,
feels so temporary, the future only gets more scary
and escape is now, in liquid gold, bronze and oak
it's warm indoors, cold outside and you've got to go out for a smoke.
yourself now is it all what it appears?
Some have no purpose here
they want a precious gem of direction
what they often get is crystal clear
if you leave jaded sharpen your wits for your own protecti
Mental IliadHelen of Troy you; let desire destroy you
insomniac, manic thinker let panic tinker with your gears
paranoia, you're just a boy, a
maniac, dullard drinker, energetic sinker, down with your tears
Paris pull your strings, make a point out of the world on fire
Achilles' tendencies, false invincibility, the man, the myth, the liar
Hector's eyes fall on you, seeing not a worthy foe
your mental Iliad is not worth the dramatic show
sickness that exists with flair and drive, Agamemnon you are not
pull yourself together man, the Menelaus all to rest
all gold and no shine, tax Ajax for greater or lesser thought
meaning less to you now than ever, more hollow than Apollo beat and mark your chest
pass the torch with a desperate cry, oil burns your hands to carry the light
at last you touch reclamation in the night sky, your lands embers of a memory in your sight.
Time to put off the word and go somewhere
To help with the come down
from a drug of polarity
I take the supplement
5-htp a natural mood enhancer
side effect: deep dreaming.
In self pity I mix natural sleep
aids to force the dreams— simulated
realities are induced from 5htp,
melatonin, valerian root, and a cup
of chamomile tea
an addiction to chimera
has granted me the ability
to construct a reality through false
I have become a coward
escaping into the illusion
of a realm I can not fail
Digital VisceraDrive missing: sim path E
nonessential files detected, remove to create space?
Run program, process detachment tendencies
recreate human error, improve to eradicate grace
nothing to fall from, only new heights
the pinnacle of hubris, grandeur to gain
hotwire the heartstrings, turn on the lights
hack and slash, spilling guts from the brain
pixels show and tell-all, this is a
lot of dying for lively thoughts, such active viscera
a spirited machine, a ghost in the
glow of a screen, the afterimage of the afterlife of a writer shown in one scene
played out, projected and seen, protect it for what? What does one lost life really mean?
AlexandrosStood back from the crowd slightly, a light
face amidst the many in the acropolis, his gaze
captures mine. Fine features alight, he is a flame bright
in the summer sun, my greater half. The myriad ways
the mind plays over the less than gentle grasp
of his fingers entwined with mine consumes me. Days
are lost to the pleasure of his presence, his body mapped
and charted by my hands—not for conquest's sake,
but to know the certainty of companionship at its core.
The world is to be conquered, but the heart, a maze
to rediscover again and again, a mutable space to explore
the very breadth of closeness that inclines him to stay.
Although I've conquered much within my reach,
without him at my side, the world is incomplete.
IV. You wanna know what Mona Lisa's smiling about?Mona’s sitting there on the bus, right
+ it’s like
what are you smiling at,
like, why’s your Monday morning lookin so much better than mine, girl?
+ she’s all like:
I’ve been walking through this river for a month
and all I can see is the milky way
above me, through the trees’
leaves and their trunks, even
the river has slow warm
galaxies and black
holes and pulsars swirling
around my calves like
When I dip my fingers in
I get dawn all over them
like the light already spidering
and my calves are glowing,
and my femurs
have started now too.
I can feel it
in my carpals,
My body’s not the point
or the sun
or anything like that.
But isn’t it prett
Moonlight MurdererHood's off to you sir,
your sadism shines in the blood you leave behind
do they know who you were?
Another one of your widely hated kind,
a Zodiac, a Ripper, a Moonlight Murderer aptly dubbed
a Phantom Killer, never caught despite the lives you've snubbed
what brought you to the knees of madness?
To Bone Collector, whispered status?
What breaks the pillars of rationale?
That takes life to an altar of avarice
how does one touch the spackled face of their bashed in will?
And face their altered self without sacrifice?
Tell me killer, tell me this
uncoil your grips from my mind, release your vice.
I do not condone you, nor would you need me to
you escaped with lives that were not yours,
your tale has been told more times than you deserve, the victims make it true
it takes nothing to say you are a coward, retracting humanity through your pores
to give in to the killer, permitting you to do as you may
there is a capacity for violence in all, it is far braver kept at bay
much like the town th
to termsi’m going to need
you, to come to terms
with death, in all your
complexities, with a history
of histories shoved in
briefcases and stored in
mildewed boxes, but not
in your yellowed, tattered
i am not
sent to save you
it doesn’t mean i won’t try
promises aren't much more
than words tied in knots,
hangman's rope for those who wish to fly;
allow me to clip the wings
you love so dear, leave all you've forgotten here,
ashes on barren soil
i will not accept regrets, tears
like oceans, despite all tidal
forces, the ebb mocking the
flow, stealing every scrap
of humanity, of dignity
i will not accept your refusal
to believe, to convince, to
do nothing but stand by the side
as day and night pass you by;
stones picked and placed
on your final ambition, satin and lace
to follow into eternity, to forget
forget, forget, forgive
you hear through honey, harmonies
blurring in waves, until
i realize it’s pebbles through
1538I'm glue, wrap around my arm rubber tube stick it to me
how's it feel to be famous?
No, no you know, now, you just don't see
breaking my teeth just to say this
just curl that last finger and make the fist
bloody my lip, I'm at the end of my rope
and there's a loose thread in my noose
just rip it out, mind the stitches so no sound can interlope
it's not peace and quiet, tension and waiting without a truce
something's got to finally give
you've become the ocean with all your pressure
and it drains my will to live
drowning in your future, can you promise something lesser?
A sudden death, perfection in the execution?
A life sentence on memory row, torn down by prosecution
is there a greater woe? To know how it was before,
but to be imprisoned to be forgotten, by buzzards of your own imagination
carrying on a hollow corpse for madness' sake and nothing more?
To be picked apart by thoughts that persist in a cynical dungeon of your own creation
to think you are no more a number than a name,
Time is synced to the internet
Time is synced to the internet
measured on the atomic level
which is a method to keep me
accountable, I still use a wrist watch
my dad gave me without sentimentality
I have always had a mind
that is is trans time and works
in quantum reality, whatever
excuse that makes
once while waiting to be picked up
from school I was hit in the face with
a bat, and my brain produced
DMT in a near death experience:
All time has become the same
instance so that I hear my voice
from every moment of my lifespan
I stood as a child talking to the man
I have still not become
stuck in the median between the two forms
hearing my not yet self call himself precocious
in tinnitus the voice of a babe
louder than the rational adult.
Go within - prompt for November 8The saints and sages have said it differently, the manner of speaking has changed over time, the core message has stayed remarkably consistent. Go within. Go to the secret place where your true self is, and where God is there with you.
Go within and seek God who is in you, that is, the God who is in your sisters and brothers also. In drawing near to him draw near to them, your sisters and brothers. Seek not to escape but to embrace them and yourself in the love of God who gave himself for them and for you.
Thoughts after Merton. I'm a day behind on the writing prompts. The lower back is getting better, I think, but with fits and starts and backtracking.
Soli deo gloria.
Keeper of the Clock TowerI am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.
Through the fleeting moments of consciousness, she weeps over her eternal ivories and becomes the harmonious spells of her encumbrance. Many tears fall for the ticking hands of eternity as she sits alone, cursed for evermore. She rests on her immovable throne, singing woeful ballads of her immortal fate. Time is her puppet; her burden. She is charged with its protection. Sightless eyes see all: the past, the present, and the future. Living in the Tower of Visions, she is as she is, and always will be.
I am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.
Bruja 7: Panic RoomData broke in waves against the caged arena like high tide. Nuri’s green eye collected the feed, harvested it from the nanotech swimming in the crowd’s guts.
The women in the cage each bent, tensed, muscles corded, instructions from the chittering cortex rigs on their backs cracking through them like whips. They stalked each other like lionesses. Nuri and Marquez could see changes in the vitals, brainwaves, could see the enhancements spinning up and bodies overworking to compensate.
They’d been given ring names. Mojave, or at least his voice, called out each as she’d entered the ring. One with a red rig on her back grew claws. She was Bastet. Curved, braced titanium between each knuckle, enhanced speed. Bastet launched herself at Fury, a tattooed girl, green rig, with spiking adrenaline and strength bursts. Fury was sweating bullets and looking everywhere at once. She caught Bastet in mid-air and slammed her to the ground in a fluid motion. For a split second Fu
Scratching in the Walls“I can hear them in the walls,” she said, pulling on the hem of her short white dress. Her dark hair had fallen in front of her face, but I could still feel her fear. I crossed my legs, readjusting my notepad and gripping my fountain pen tighter in my hand.
“They are always whispering my name,” she looked at me through her hair, not bothering to remove it from her face. “Then they start scratching, they want to come in and they are coming closer, I can feel it.” She dropped her gaze onto her feet, which were bare. I’d never seen her wear shoes, or even socks, not even in the dead of winter. I scribbled her words onto my notepad, waiting for the flood of words that I knew was going to come. She rubbed her knees before continuing.
“They know my thoughts. They know everything about me. And I know they’re coming closer. Their scratching is getting closer and closer and closer to my head every night. They are eager to get out and o
The End of the World“The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time.” Her icy blue eyes were staring at a point in the distance, she didn’t seem to notice I was there as she let herself slip into her thoughts. “I still remember when that happened.”
I sat on the edge of my seat, looking at her, waiting for what else was to come. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke…
“It was a regular Tuesday afternoon when the sky suddenly seemed to turn black and the sun disappeared behind all that darkness. I was playing on the see-saw with my little sister. We could hear mother’s calls in the distance, telling us to come home, and we did. We ran for our lives. We were out of breath when we arrived at home, where mother was standing on the porch, calling out for us. She seemed so relieved to see us, yet she had no idea what was about to come. She quickly ushered us into the house where father was waiting for us, sitting in his
ArmedBrendan sat in the back of the class, hunched over his textbook, and when Ilia - Miss Zarga to her students - called on him his voice was so quiet she usually had to ask him to repeat himself.
She didn't need to ask him today: he'd brought a prop.
The prop was very, very effective. All eyes were on Brendan, who like most of the class usually stuck out of clothing handed down from an older sibling. Today, he had made an effort to find things that fit, or rather hung loose, possibly from his father's closet.
She suspected he had also found the 9 millimeter there, although he'd probably learned to use it from movies, TV, the Internet: any child of average intelligence could figure out how to release the safety, and Brendan did better than average in her class more often than not.
"Don't move," he said. "Don't even fucking think about calling anyone." His voice cracked on the curse, Ilia couldn't tell whether from puberty or adrenaline.
A couple of the other kids were crying, trying
New and Old - W1, D4 When I think about our nation and what I try to do to 'shape' it, I am struck by the different activities I chose between when I was quite young and what I do now. Now, I puzzle over ballots, and have a mail-in ballot to vote on. I sometimes take it to my polling place, to get the little sticker that says, "I Have Voted" and wear it on my lapel. But I usually mail it.
This year, the ballot was long for a primary ballot. There were many people running for governor, many to choose between to put on the November ballot. I did my best. I also voted for school superintendents, treasurers and more. There were propositions to study. This year, voting took a long time. I looked at campaign material I'd saved from the mail. I don't have TV and don't do social media, so, besides reading straight-up news, I wasn't really informed about some of it. I informed myself with what I had; the official voters guide, ads, knowledge gleaned from the news. I felt good about it.
Bruja 6: God ComplexIt used to be an aircraft hangar, big enough for three C-130s to touch wingtips, occupying what used to be a GOSAZ emergency response airfield. Shot through with buckling tarmac and overgrown with brush, the airfield was now a fuselage graveyard, home only to coyotes and squatters.
Witch’s Night, the moon was pink and clouds scudded ugly across her. Nuri sat inside an empty air scrubber casing, itself inside the hangar, bolted just under the ceiling. She looked through the vent grille at the preparations below. Divebomb was setting up shop.
Divebomb was a guerilla venue. Not a place, a mobile concept. Sometimes it was a pitch-dark nightclub issuing patrons low-light goggles in the guts of a Venezuelan freighter in port. Sometimes it was a ten-minute obscene art gallery erupting in animated nanotattoos on the backs of a flash mob in the middle of the Cascade during the Christmas rush.
The collective had a Robin Hood reputation among the glitterati and the avant garde. Anti-corpora
The Road Less Travelled“Bloody hell, I think you know what moment that would be for me,” she said, looking at him. “I think the most life-changing moment for me was the day I decided to leave that place.”
He nodded, grabbing his cup of coffee from the table. “Tell me about it, though. I’m curious. How do you think your life would have turned out?”
“Probably a living hell,” she murmured, sipping her coffee. “I probably would have ended up like my sister, in his claws, and then abandoned after some time because he’d found a new toy. She’s still kicking herself over that, you now.” She sighed, dropping a few sugar cubes into her coffee, one by one, to see them create the splash. “I honestly don’t even feel comfortable talking about all this, but I know for sure that I wouldn’t be where I am today had I not left. I would have been his for some years, until he got bored of me, moved on to someone else and left me to ro