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Spreading the dA Love: Volume 18

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 31, 2012, 11:25 AM
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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!



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:squee: Showcasing Gorgeous Artwork :squee:



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A showcase of art that has simply left me speechless from all genres, from digital/traditional, artisan, emoticons, fractals, etc.



Koeda Halloween ~ by KyouKaraa Autumn Totoro by rontufox sonata of corruption by erebun


Surfer's Dawn by DusanMalobabic Mi Rubi L'Anima by Gwendolyn12 black Cloudcat and Moona by Melonkitten


Galaxy Nest by ldiehl Lost Treasures by C-91 Crucial Matter by heavenriver


Skyward Sword :: Furnix Cake by cakecrumbs sailor cosmos by AngeniaC 1:12 Scale Pumpkin Pie by fairchildart


Monsters Inc by Synfull Take a stand against bullying by AtskaHeart Pile o' Pumpkin Tribute Project Entry by a-kid-at-heart



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:squee: Showcasing Wonderful Photography :squee:



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A showcase of photographs that have left me in awe from all genres, from nature, macro, fashion, conceptual, abstract, etc.



Maybe there's hope for us after all by fiathriel queen by oprisco Cloudy 3 by silverwing-sparrow


Dream Leaf by piximi The end of autumn. III by dragonfly-oli Happy Halloween by Kara-a


between the pages by hayzy The silence comes suddenly by NataliaDrepina Orange Flavor by xOronar


spider4 by evirgen2008 Pickle Square by Matt-ikus :thumb334081329:


When Magma Meets Ocean 2 by AquarianPhotography 8717 by TomWasilewski A September Remembrance by kkart



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:squee:  Showcasing Lovely Literature :squee:



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A showcase of literature that has motivated & moved me from all genres, from prose, poetry, flash fiction, short stores, etc.



women in scornwe bought a fire pit and put your bones in it
(end to the days in which we wore
your limbs on our eyes,
on our hearts,
heavy with contempt)
and we burned you;
wrapped the wreaths around our heads
and undressed bare to dance
in exaltation of
our freedom
(a king is dead tonight
and a queen 
reborn)
La Petite MortI’ve tried to find that place
in the coastal-plains forest
where he took it,
that first time
when I shivered
in the Southern summer
and couldn’t meet his eyes,
but it was always secret
and now it’s lost
down the twists and turns
of narrow roads.
I only remember scratching bites
for weeks, little red reminders
of what I’d lost in the pine straw.
Later, it was never
rolling waves of hot pleasure
or toe-curling, mind-melting anything,
so I started to think I was broken,
that he’d broken me.
I stopped caring –
Men were built like mountains
and trees and draft horses
and I liked the smell of them.
They would curse and bless and pray
into my shoulder,
intoning my name like a prayer
to some primeval goddess.
Later, we would laugh at steeples
poking the dark sky
with their stern white mimicry.
I always felt tall sitting naked
in their dark-haired arms
with a glass of red in my hand
and the words fluid in my mouth.
Nothing much ever came of it,
but I always l
sunshine streamingwaking up begins with
i. counting the freckles
   along your shoulders
   like an astronomer maps
   constellations; then get
   distracted and
ii. make love between the
   sheets and perhaps
   roll off the bed and land
   on the cold floor laughing
   with sparkling teeth,
iii. brush them in the
    bathroom sink and
    exchange small smirks in
    the mirror because your
    tousled bedhead is just so
    goddamn
iv. gorgeous, you whisper as you
    close the clasp of my
    diamond necklace and touch
    my bare, unfreckled shoulders.
    the heat of your eyes may
    just undo the zipper of my
    new red
v. dress pooling on the floor, we
    just can't contain ourselves.
    don't make me late for work.


Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores.ááHis hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there.ááI ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
Will-o'-the-wispShe wears a necklace made
of bones,
ossified phalanges gripping
her throat
like a rasping phantom.
Her heart is hard
and heavy,
full of dust and debts
unpaid.
Her corset is laced
too tight;
her ribs are being crushed
by lace
and internal pressures crawling
up her throat,
where the necklace chokes them all
back down.
They never found her
lover's head,
guillotined under train wheels when
he tripped
over rails hidden from the pool
of light
cast by the cast-iron lantern.
The railroad
men said it was a tragedy.
She said
he was pushed.
They carried
her by the arm, back to her porch swing
and left.

The hushed glow of distant
lanterns
beckons; her petticoats rustle
as she rises
from the patio chair
and trails
her fingers along the windchimes
dangling
like strung femurs.
They saw the floating light
near the
incline where he fell and one
nearly
made the same mistake twice, but
the light
shone just so when he stumbled
and he
righted himself and nearly waved
his hat
but the light was alr
Acid WashEven if it were true
That to savor each and every second of our time on earth
Would be as foolish an attempt as counting all the
Specks of sand spread across the shores
Of the east coast waters,
If by doing so would mean that I could
Undo time and distance's doing and
Have you by my side once more
Then trust me, babe, I will start counting
From this moment on, diligently so-
With burning eyes and drowning senses,
Till my fingernails turn to specks themselves
And my hair reminiscent of sea foam
There will never be an obsession like mine- over your soul
The lack and longing from my core leaves me salivating,
Leaves me a special kind of sick and a raving kind of mad
You're a combustible burning ball of gas- a star, babe
Each and every time I recall
My fingernails clutching
The back of your leather jacket as we shared our final
Embrace and French kiss,
I fail to realize that all my longing is fruitless-
You've died long ago, without my consent, and
That death is cause and reason for
The bl


Origami Stars--C.I've kept every one of the origami stars you made in an empty glass Coke bottle, filling it to the brim over seven months of brief letters elegantly scribbled on delicate strips. My tiny paper galaxy sits between the empty velvet-lined box and the shattered picture frame, on top of my heavily-used thesaurus (you know how difficult it was to find words at times).
The weatherman called for rain the day we met. You were static and sour limes and I almost couldn't swallow the lies you were spewing, but when you called me beautiful, I smelled cherries. And no, no, no, I'm not looking for love or even romance from you. I just want to feel human.
Yet you taunt me, pheromone tendrils yanking
on my conscience; those slips of paper were
love letters, but were they meant for me?
There's a star overhead
and it looks
like the twinkle in your eye
when you're nervous,
so be honest,
darling--
the letters I found
stuffed in a sock
at the back of your drawer
weren't written for me.

"I bet
Disillusioned
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
ChromesthesiaI
I've for long known that beauty is not a sum, where units of measurements could consist of physical attributes, or of anything that could be perceived by bodily senses. The vivid, lush green of a finally quenched apprehension is just as graceful and lovely as the wrinkled and sunburnt blues of a distant memory's wall flowers. Beauty is a spectrum of vigour, the fluctuations of ideas, concepts, actions and thoughts, which become their own purposeless musical colours and flavours. No consensus creates allure, only a great, breathless leap into the disarray of affective venture may lead the consecrated energy to emerge.
II
I have seen the light about you, silken sheets on your glowing skin, glistering pools of gold in your eyes, and beams of radiant bliss, flowing ethereal from your core. No particular shade of mind made you unpleasant in my eye;  I am so accustomed to your fašade, I tend to let the trivial slip. I waited long nights in blindness, clouds of desire still dorman


The DoppelgangerThe first time I saw the other girl, I was standing on one side of the high street. Because it was the end of September, and we were in Britain, it was raining, but the main bulk of water had passed before lunch, so all that was left was the kind of rain that's annoying in its intermittency.
I watched her look in both directions and then cross the road, stepping carefully through the pool of mingled rainwater and rainbow engine oil in the bus bay. She was unusual, not just because she wasn't carrying a handbag, or wearing a coat, but because she was dressed in a chain mail and leather dress, and leggings. The second strange thing was that no one else, and this was a busy street, even in the rain, gave her a second glance. Their gazes slid benevolently over her, like she was an endearing, but not unfamiliar, child. Her booted feet crunched over some shattered glass as she approached, and then the third strange thing happened.
As she got to within a few feet of me, she winked out of exis
:thumb287195436: The Eyes of the Painted HeiressOnce upon a time, in a country that was prosperous, and settled many miles away from the sea, an heiress to the throne was born. She was blessed in having soft hair of a deep brown colouring; tiny beauty marks that rarified her skin at intervals; and eyes the exact blue of the night sky, which had been bequeathed to her from her dear father, the King. She was both impressive and endearing, in the ways she moved and spoke as she grew older, so that the Queen esteemed her the prettiest rose of all the ages, no matter that she was still a long while away from blooming.
Years passed since her birth and the rejoicing that it caused, each following the one before it in rapid succession, until the Heiress had grown into a beautiful young lady of seventeen, and time seemed to slow down once more. The King and Queen were both unspeakably in love with their daughter, so that they wanted her life to be filled with only gifts and things to be grateful for, and the latter, one day noticing that she


the reasons we should not divorcei.
we have a breakfast of egg whites and turkey sausage (mine); coffee and tomato soup (yours); and discomfort (shared). you are unthinkingly deferential and a touch antipathetic, speaking over your bottom lip to the cherrywood table. i bought this table last week,  after you asked me why we didn't have a table. i said it was because we ate at the granite island. you said you would prefer a table, and we are sitting at the table now because it's the small things that make our lives normal, but the table does not make a difference when you will not look at me. you say, "we need to talk."
i say, "about what?"
you say, "about retirement. you're bored. and you miss him."
"viggo, why would i be bored? this is what we wanted."
"this is what i wanted." you are looking at your nails instead, and when you finally look at me, you look at the wall behind me. you ask, "what was he like?"
and i answer, "not you."
ii.
i owned this house before i met you; i owned this house before i knew
silverthe silver face of the moon has cracked a smile
and rained down shadows onto your eyelids.
 
your black lace dress swirls around your hips
as you spin, fingers outstretched, reaching for notes
that hum just out of reach like butterflies,
as if you could swallow them from the air.
 
I almost think you could;
 
I taste them on my tongue,
lingering like burnt toast at 3am
when we stumble home, a web of guilt
spun in the gap between our bodies.
I can feel it, rough against my skin, wrapping around
        my bones like a chinese burn.
 
your shoulder is soft against my lips
as we fall into a sultry haze
of heat,
        and breath,
                        and-
ReincarnationFrom this third-story window,
all that is visible is the sky,
vast and beryl beyond
giant oaks that s t r e t c h
for stars just out of reach.
Browned leaves float on
as though suspended by wires;
free-flying, they know
no boundaries
as weak as gravity.
Shortly I will return
to the discarded tissues and
still open textbooks on the floor,
and when at last I sleep,
I should like to be reborn
as a scarlet autumn leaf.



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:squee: Showcasing Fun Groups  :squee:



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Here I will inform you of cool groups I have come across or have been recommended to that I feel need some more exposure.


:happybounce: :iconnewsportal: :happybounce:



NewsPortal is a very new group with the goal of collecting news articles submitted on deviantART :dalove: It's also branched out on Facebook and Twitter!

Group submissions have recently been opened, so please come join or watch :+devwatch: the group!




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:squee: Suggested DDs :squee:



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A selection of DDs I have suggested this month and any that have been accepted.



:favbomb: by Cmotes Tutti Frutti - 1:6 assorted fruits by thinkpastel Marcus by Gerry-And-Me


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:squee: Interview: happy-gurl :squee:



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Here I will interview an inspirational deviant I have picked or one suggested to me.



:hooray: :iconhappy-gurl: :hooray:



Name/Nickname?

People call me Roze :happybounce:



The story behind your username?

I just randomly came up with it when I was around 11 :XD: I wanted to change it to the name I use everywhere else, but it was already taken :grump:



Tell us about yourself:

I'm just a girl that loves chicken :icon8buckplz:



How did you discover deviantART?

I don't really remember how I first found it, that's too long ago :nuu:

I actually forgot about my account until I randomly came back just before dA's 11th birthday. Then I won myself about two years worth of subscription so I stuck around :lol:



Specializes In:

I specialize in emoticons :la: But I plan on trying out other art forms. I really want to start making miniatures (I wish. I'm way too impatient for it :XD:) and pixel dolls



Your Personal Favorite(s) From Your Gallery:

Emote Arnolfini Portrait by happy-gurl I can't believe it turned out the way it did :la:



Favorite Inspirational Deviant:

LeoLeonardo because his works were what got me interested in emotes

SparklyDest because her contests were the ones that got me into making emotes :zombie:

Quolia (that's you :stinkeye:) Because she's the one that helped me join the community once more :love:

Mirz123 Because she's a great artists in several mediums. She often has hardships, but she just keeps bouncing back up to make even more amazing art :heart:

...and many more :happybounce: If I kept going, the news article would have to be split into 5 parts :lol:



What are your favorite aspects of deviantART?

I like the chats and the community the best :nod: The friends I've made over the chats have supported me and kept me going with my art :love: When I first started my account, I had not one friend, and I think that's why I didn't really stick around ^^;



Where do you draw your inspiration from?

From everything :dummy: Food, TV, friends, random thoughts, food....



How do you strive to further improve your work?

I'm not very good at striving :shifty: But I frequently go around and revisit my favourite artists' deviations and drool over them :B I find that that gives me the motivation to make art that someday they can drool over too :XD:



Do you have any advice to fellow aspiring artists?

Practice, then practice some more :lol:

But also, don't forget to have fun with your work :D



MORE FROM THE ARTIST

EMTC Support by happy-gurl FREE Space Pirate CAEK by happy-gurl Baby April by happy-gurl Request kayleero Fanceh Dragon by happy-gurl Request - Spiderman by happy-gurl



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Thank you for taking the time to read this article! :D


Please make sure to :+fav: the article to help spread the DA love :heart:


If you have any art/groups you would like me to showcase or a deviant you would like to be interviewed, please :note: note me. Or, leave a comment with your suggestions in this journal, Suggestions for Interviews & Spotlight Artist. Thank you!



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A lovely article series showcasing wonderful artwork, photographs, literature, and more! Also spotlighting fun & active groups and an interview with fellow inspirational deviant, =happy-gurl :love:

Come have a look & help spread the dA love

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DusanMalobabic Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012   Traditional Artist
:bow: thanks :dance:
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Quolia Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! :la:
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kkart Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2012  Professional Photographer
just wanted to say thanks!
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You're welcome! :hug:
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rontufox Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2012
Nice. Faved a lot and found many great artists through this! Thanks!
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Awesome! :woohoo:
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Thank you so much dear!!! :love: :hug:
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You're welcome! :tighthug:
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Wow,.... O.O
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