As the title suggests, this news article series aim to promote wonderful aspects of the deviantART community, from showcasing beautiful works of art, to informing you of great groups, and to interviewing inspirational deviants. I feel so happy being part of such a wonderful community and I hope to make it better, even if it's only a little bit, by making these articles. My goal is to bring to light everything that impassions me and, hopefully, inspire you!
Showcasing Gorgeous Artwork
A showcase of art that has simply left me speechless from all genres, from digital/traditional, artisan, emoticons, fractals, etc.
Showcasing Wonderful Photography
A showcase of photographs that have left me in awe from all genres, from nature, macro, fashion, conceptual, abstract, etc.
Showcasing Lovely Literature
A showcase of literature that has motivated & moved me from all genres, from prose, poetry, flash fiction, short stores, etc.
Fairies: A VillanelleFind if you can the land where fairies dwell
What a sight to see the ethereal
To plop on lily pads, dream on bluebells
Magic and mischief are what they impel
Periwinkle eyes and lips of coral
Find if you can the land where fairies dwell
Cold iron they fear, their charms it expels
Pay'em in cream and butter, their ideal
To plop on lily pads, dream on bluebells
Through changeling babies our homes they indwell
For they are creat
Our murderous thoughtsAre you coming to the tree?
Leaves whispered as cicadas
threaded through its boughs;
a spidery lace
entangling the passionate.
Where they strung up a man
heartstrings exposed and cutting
a bleeding grief within his love
to flower for centuries to come
as old wives' tales.
Strange things have happened here,
its smoothed skin deceptive
where death pulses as a heartbeat,
a macabre dance of shadows
where his beloved never came.
If they met up at midnight
arms dangling as a willow's
as ivory streamers,
would her song join his
raised upon the air currents?
oiseaux oedipaemiadon't open your eyes, okay?
this is the difference between sick and saved.
the walls are pearled, and i am one shade of white,
wearing scarves made of washcloth and paper.
my eyelids are tiny butterflies,
quick, pale, and new. i see things
that evaporate as soon as i recognise them:
jaguars prowling from the depths of the water,
climbing from the drain with dripping pelts.
their spines ripple,
shoulderblades sinking and rising
like gentle breath, like sad sunsets.
when they look to me, i become one of them,
i breathe in as they do, taking in a breath
The sun shines so beautifully this time of year.
To feel the warmth, to see the brightness reflecting
Off everything; the serene water, still icy even in this heat;
The leaves, green as they always are.
The beauty alone is enough to make anyone smile
But there's always more to it, more to the beauty of it all.
This is the time of year when people gather together,
All singing the same tune, dancing to the same song.
They can feel it. It reverberates throughout the crowds,
All the happiness, the joy, the fulfillment.
The one time of year when everyone comes together,
Brought out by the sun. Beaming in its image.
Two sisters sat on the edge of a cliff
and one was old, and one was young
and their mother was not yet born.
They watched the sea below their feet.
The waves chewed at the rocks
as they had built the cliff through ages,
and green weeds flowed with the tide
like the sisters' hair on the wind.
The sisters sat for many hours,
their fingers twined with strands of yellow grass,
their eyes like chips of ocean glass,
fixed on the far horizon.
Without a word, they sang to each other
and rivalled and warred in silence
as siblings do
without a real reason to fight.
And the grass became a violin
beneath the elder's hands.
There Are Always AlternativesI looked up the synonyms -
pang, throb, anguish, misery
none quite adequate
affliction is closer, better defined
providing shape to the problem
psychologists don't want to solve
because, as popular opinion holds,
grief is precious, makes us human
and we can't dull it away
can't forget to mark the movement of planets
in a universe lacking pertinence,
can't smash all the clocks to avoid
that truculent ticking
no, the psychologists say,
we must suffer through it
must bear the herculean weight
with neither pills nor promise of relief
so we seek comfort in Johnny
or Jack or José, sometimes
a Captain named Morgan
we substitute addiction for attachment
and defy any to rectify the error
and when it comes again
there's the thesaurus to offer
alternative avenues of address
for the deep and abiding ache.
The Weary Traveler and the Girl Who Fell.A study in grief and unity.
Opening the door I found the monster I had drawn pictures of in my mind, but he had quite a bigger jaw than I had imagined.
They call this a processa journeyand say that there will be missteps and stumbles along the way, but I feel I might have to claw my way across the ground before I can even hope to have missteps. They don't tell you that there's a good chance you'll fall right out of the starting gate, and the soil in your mouth tastes gritty and bitter. Bruised knees. Bloodied elbows. Breathe the scent of earth and lie there, hoping to God that someone comes back and realizes you're not moving al
The New Justice James forgot the milk again.
This was nothing new. In fact, he regularly forgot things: his wallet, the milk, he'd even forgotten their marriage license on that magical day some twelve years prior. On any other day, Angela might have laughed it off before slipping on her shoes and heading to the stores. Today it made her furious. She watched, her lips pressed into a hard, thin line as he trudged for there was no other word that could describe the slow, stoop-shouldered stride up the wal
Alexander the GreatThis sea's arms are not enough alone,
spread wide and wider, spanning out
beyond my reach, to that western
edge where men go to their ends. I,
left the familiar world in my left hand,
not old nor bold enough to challenge
the killing sea I know, am quiet, pensive.
Met by red earth, led by bright star, the child
Apollo rising bright and red, alive, each day
I wake, pensive, quiet. To find that place,
the spring of life from which Apollo leaps,
that is my goal. Guided by the free
right hand, I will charge east, ever on
until I find that eternal ocean, the counter
to this infinite sea of end belonging
to my father, his forefathers, and the dying
world in my left hand. I shall become
the red sun child, always bright, alive.
My Journey To HimClocks tick away, resounding chimes
Tick, tock, as I cross the bridge over a
Pitch black river, the moonlight reflecting
In my face, and at the end, is a monster
It stares at me with its deep blood red eyes
Its nostrils flaring as it anxiously awaits
My arrival, but on the other side of the bridge,
There is a ledge off a frothy waterfall , I can dive into
But I walk towards the monster, I feel its fur
Baby soft, but strong
I jump on it, as I ride it in the dark forest
Riding it as it carries me where it wants to take me
The clock tick-tocks away, as I ride fast , in the dark oblivion
Behind me the world crumbles, disappearing
ash wounds like air i have done it yet again.
these dark eye pits -
why won't they speak and be free?
once in every fifteen empty dawns
do my hands cease to claw at each other:
a glimmering hiatus;
a half breath.
i have fire hair and
i have eaten a beautiful man's jasper love.
silence never settles;
round and round goes the chained-up mind
as i grow into fear forever.
the nights smell of dying poppies. think
of such a poppy field - the beauty of
lying and effortlessly
the only living one.
eyes are no windows. they are your reflection.
do not walk, do not walk;
see your own flesh in there? yes, stay still.
remove my clothes.
Black MarauderHe is your every
thing, is he not? Crystal
ball eyes, undertow hands,
heartbeat louder than
a bomb. Sinbad smile. He is
your sin; bad, is it
not? He is across
the seven seas. Beetle-bright,
bottle-shined, the waves
ready to swallow
you. Black marauder, ink and
scars, let him plunder
treasure, not trinkets
in your chest. No shipwrecks now;
not tonight, drunk off
the moonshine. No skull
and crossbones on a platter.
They are not served here.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds are resting on the power lines,
Their silhouettes form the notation to
A dawn song set on the sheet music of
Telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
On the lawn where imprints of twigs
And a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
Porch step railings and mailboxes;
The numbers read even on the
East side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
The siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
So let the sparrows in.
With its branching hallways
Furniture rooted to the floor
Staff Appreciation Week!
What is Staff Appreciation Week?
Staff Appreciation Week was started in August 2011 and will take place once again this year from August 8th-14th! It is a week long event packed with loads of fun and exciting things. Our goal is to promote positive community relations, and we do so by creating relationships between the staff and the community. We aim to show just how much we appreciate the staff for everything they do! The group #StaffAppreciation is made up of the planning committee behind the event and everyone is welcome to the group to get updates and news. You can also further support us by donating to ~dASAW-Points!
The #StaffAppreciation Idea Contest!
is happy to announce the first deviantART Staff Appreciation Week-related contest of 2012! Our contest differs a bit from the norm since dASAW has yet to begin. The theme is: submit your ideas for a great dASAW event! Your idea can be anything from a chat contest to a week-long event that involves a variety of media
. The winner's idea will then be implemented during the official deviantART Staff Appreciation Week! Anyone is free to enter, just send a note
by July 15
with your idea!
Check out the news article for more info:
A selection of DDs I have suggested this month and any that have been accepted.
Awarded DD on: 2012-06-07
Here I will interview an inspirational deviant I have picked or one suggested to me.
• The story behind your username?
The story behind my username is probably a bit boring, it's simply the name of my website. But coming up with the name for my website which then became my username was a bit of a pain, I'd been wanting to get back to my spiritual roots again and wanted the name to reflect that. After much debate and a few days of back and forth I settled with Astralseed which couldn't have been more fitting.
• Tell us about yourself:
I've always been pretty bad at answering this question so just bear with me here.. I'm a mother of two. I live in Wisconsin even though my page says Antarctica (never believe everything you read on the internet). On dA I am a chat and forum community volunteer and I have recently also started helping out in the traditional art gallery as well.
• How did you discover deviantART?
Quite some years ago I joined Elfwood and while that was all great and good the submission process there was very slow as it sometimes took up to 2 months to have your art approved. There were a handful of people whos art I followed over there who were members of deviantART so one day I decided to come check it out in hopes that submissions wouldn't take forever here too. Once I joined I fell in love!
• Specializes In:
I tend to dabble in a lot of areas artistically. Essentially, if I can get my hands on something, I want to try it and if it's art related I usually enjoy it so I end up spending more time in that medium/media at one point or another. I'd consider myself quite diverse but with no specific specialty.
• Your Personal Favorite(s) From Your Gallery:
• Favorite Inspirational Deviant:
• What are your favorite aspects of deviantART?
The community hands down! Time and time again I've watched the community pull together to help each other out and it's simply a beautiful sight to see.
• Where do you draw your inspiration from?
It varies from situation to situation, sometimes it hits me just from hearing something someone says in passing, other times nature can be very inspiring to me.
• How do you strive to further improve your work?
By trying new things or things which are out of my comfort zone.
• Do you have any advice to fellow aspiring artists?