It's best if I'm dead.
I contribute nothing here.
No one will miss me.
Yo, I'm a deviant artist here from Iowa, studying at the University of Iowa, doing art with a bit of voodoo and drug making here and there.
Celebrate DeviantArt's 15th Birthday!As DeviantArt enters its 15th year on the Internet, we want to take a moment before blowing out our candles to thank the community for allowing us the honor of hosting the site that you call your home for art. After all, it's the community's 15th birthday, too, and in the past few months, we've been making it our top priority to share with you our plans for the future, celebrate the successes of our past, and look to you for guidance on how best we can serve each of you while entering this new phase of DeviantArt's existence.
As DeviantArt enters its 15th year on the Internet, we want to take a moment before blowing out our candles to thank the community for allowing us the honor of hosting the site that you call your h
Color Inspiration - OrangeThis is the second of a 7 part journal about colors. I'll take the opportunity of the 7 Days Color Challenge to share some material I've been gathering recently.
I've been obsessed with colors since I started to work with them and it's really nice to know their meanings and symbolism before applying them on a project. Hope you enjoy it!
Before the orange fruit was introduced in Europe, there wasn't a word to designate this color. The color was inicially referred to as ġeolurēad (yellow-red) for reddish orange;
Specialists believe that orange increases our brain's oxygen supply creating a refreshing and stimulant effect;
According to studies, orange is the color most related to fun. That's why it's popular among children;
Orange is the complementary color of Blue even on its
7 Colors Challenge FeatureThe 7 Days Color Challenge ended last Friday and now it's time for features and winners!
Thank you one last time for joining! If it wasn't for you there would be no challenge at all. I'm amazed by the number of entries and your determination to complete it! Congratulations to all of you, I'm so proud to see the rainbows created by the 7 Colors Challenge :icon7colorsbadge:
As promised, I chose 4 of my favorite projects and gave 120 points to each one of them. Here they are (in no particular order):
My favorite feature of Hikolol35's project is that he was able to to use similar aesthetics even though he chose different themes for his 7 days. In other words, he was able to adapt to different situations using his own style. Congrats man!
DamaiMikaz used her own cha
The Fault In Your Stars: Exploring The Zodiac
THE FAULT IN YOUR STARS: Exploring The Zodiac
Disclaimer: If you base a significant portion of your everyday decisions on information about your zodiac sign, stop reading, now. This investigation might cause severe repercussions in your world. We don’t want to be responsible for your emotional distress.
Okay, those of you who are still with us, let’s do a quick experiment.
Get a star tracking program like
Fan Art Friday: The Simpsons
Fan Art Friday: Don’t Have A Cow, Man!
Bart Vs Homer by MrTuke
Happy 25th Anniversary Simpsons Family!
With over 500 episodes under their belt, countless awards, and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, The Simpsons<
Collection: The Allure of a Red Dress
The Allure of a Red Dress
Maybe it’s being the color of blood that makes red such a strong color, especially when displayed in public. It is exotic–a matador’s cape, or a vampire’s, or a flamenco dancer’s skirts. Most women have their “little black dress” for evening’s out. Black tells no secrets. It’s on the occasion of the “red dress” that we suddenly wonder what’s on the someone’s mind.
The message of “red” in novels, films and music is passion barely controlled, of sexual temptation. It is a flashing warning light. Plastic surgery made John Dillinger
Henri Matisse: The Colorful Birthday Boy
Henri Matisse: The Colorful Birthday Boy
flower collage by amalia51
He was the leader of the “fauve” (wild beast) artists, whose style of painting made a brief but indelible impact on the art world in 1904—08 with only three exhibitions.
The “fauves” sought to elicit emotions from their art by employing bright, often dissonant colors in depicting their subjects, even where no such natural color was to be found. Emotion was desired more than descriptive accura
Collection: From Myth and Legend
From Myth And Legend
“The wind within the trees was a whisper that spoke our tongue, and the stars in the sky shone on the gods of our heavens, alight and alive. What is science against alchemy, we asked them, what is coincidence against prophecy? Kings and beggars stand equal as fates unfold and worlds awake, as heroes rise and deities fall… among nymphs and mermaids, against harpies and sorceries, we must stand as one. Will you brave the lands of myth and legend with us?”
— TheMaidenInBlack, of theWrittenRevolution
Collection: Nature's Show Fish
Nature’s “Show Fish”
Koi are those “giant goldfish” you see in fancy little ponds outside stylish people’s homes. Only, though both are varieties of carp, koi and goldfish are only distant relatives. Koi are bred for beauty, exhibiting a wide variety of colorations in distinct patterns and “scalations.” They are “ornamental” rather than edible fish. They are living abstract artworks in motion, endlessly gliding in and out of new compositions for their watery “canvas.”
a conversation with Uncle SamWould you rather it be us or them?
I say next question please
as if to loosen the noose my tongue has become
and You say speaking of, all good things come with a price
and I try my hardest not to disagree.
Faith is the ultimate form of patriotism
so I stand up a little taller
as military jets fly overhead and baptize
the sky with their presence.
You say the best defense is a good offense.
But what about the bombs?
The fat boys and little men we scatter
with soft voices and big sticks
and You just smile that smile,
and by now I feel that the silence is somewhat appropriate.
We drop bombs because we all want to feel
a little more like god sometimes,
and what can be more American than that?
The Sum of InfinityI don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in love,
we were an item
before you knew my name.
She reclaimed you,
you still belong to me
by virtue of the ampersand connecting our names
in the mind of every person
who watched us walk,
tall & short,
monochrome & kaleidoscope,
yin & yang,
through the winding, leaf-littered pathways
that are our life.
CrepuscularTo the girl teaching herself to fly,
a hospital bird with soot in her lungs
and patchwork wings,
you only fly for a little while.
If you want to stop hurting,
learn to drift in the silence of the dark
between night and day.
We're all made from broken parts:
bird seed, letters addressed to no one,
things found in old coats,
brittle things like love.
Glass bottomed birds,
we used to make butterfly hands,
until moths swarmed into our throats,
like dancing butterflies; still
we choked on dusty wings.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
the same smoke that you'll inhale.
Let go, little bird --
You were made for moonlight,
never for hummingbird lullabies --
Hummingbirds only fly in the sun,
and the sun was never a child.
We were not meant to be angels.
The nestlings, children of the stars,
we glide together on clipped wings
through the dark.
your smile is
so rare as to be
a tsunami - it
devastation in its
but it is a
cold kind of
beautiful. the kind
that only resurrects
in a lifetime; your
soul is stone,
you have become
a grave to your
Time is a human construct ably abetted by the sky, the stars. We looked at the sky and decided to delineate day and night, to make them into two halves, when in fact they were just fine whole.
Prehistory – our prehistory – we were overwhelmed by the sky. Cave paintings and inscriptions are a myriad of hypothetical disasters, stars falling, bursting, chelating. For we saw the Milky Way in all its wonder, all white dust, blue light and rosy curls, a solid mass hanging heavy in the sky.
A girl has prehistory as well. Before she is born, before she is even the star twinkling in her mother’s eye, her parents meet. They fall in love because the stars deem them compatible. The mother, an Aquarius, full of intellect and dreams. The father, a Taurus, rooted so firmly in the ground that he has enough foundation to lift the world. Both are fixed signs, revolving around one another, becoming the binary.
The Kalahari have a myth: deep in the desert, a
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
presages de printempsin the sparkle-sound of rain
I hear your voice
as the day-crows return
to tangled nests
Eira, now that I live in a country without SummerAnd you are gone.
And the people here
would not recognise you.
You, who simply stood up from the winter ground
You, who lived too long
in the countryside
of your body.
One night, you loved me
and your mouth burst like a fruit,
too soon, too soon.
You are gone, but still
deliver the same madness to me
that Spring brings for flowers.
I think about where
you put away your sadness:
a country of snow.
I want to lie down
there, like an animal.
I could live for days
beneath your frozen body
Polaris is Dead.windbound,
we were caught and cornered,
underneath the weight
of rocks and hard places
that tore us all but
in this and every maelstrom
we were just waiting
holding hands like they were
and locking palms in prayer ;
we knew an introduction
to the edge of our little world was
and said our goodbyes
every time the ocean's belly
swelled with Neptune's angry squall,
our mouths filled with salt and
all the breathlessness that came
with keeping a weather eye
on that horizon.
you were the light of my life -
every smile a star
and every star a sentinel,
keeping us from keeling over
or charting courses
hellward bound ;
that angel stern,
on every map and
on every midnight journey,
and making sure
we always knew
which way was north,
or a new world,
the storms got the best of us,
our little ship stricken
from bow to stern,
from mizzenmast to bowline,
LessonsIn forty-seven minutes I will be twenty-one years old and my throat is tight with this notion
that every passing moment is a boat taking me further from the boy on the side of the road.
I am terrified of the swelling tide of time, the ripples I will create,
the creases that will be etched into my face
without the laughter lines I know he would have left and
one day someone will ask me how many siblings I have and I will hesitate
because he will be so distant and I can feel it coming.
I never intended to swim without him, but
I am drowning under the weight of pocket-stone-people,
the ones I love who he has never met and won't ever meet
and its forty-four minutes until I turn twenty-one when I realize the relentlessness of this;
how I will age away from him and I am disgusted with myself, with his ashes on the bookshelf,
with this world that keeps making mistakes that can't be fixed.
Twenty one years old and I am a semi-colon, a shuddering pause on the floor,
remembering the time I broke
Canvas sizes - inches and dpi and pixelsThis is a sort of guide on canvas sizes, inches, dpi and pixel x pixels.
when it came to canvas sizes, I always kind of assumed that inches belonged with dpi and pixels were just pixels and that everyone knew that; but i read a whole bunch of comments on a tumblr blog where someone asked about canvas sizes, and SO MANY people were replying with things such as, "4000x4000 px at 300 dpi" or "2000x2000 px at 200dpi".
and I guess not everyone quite understands what dpi's really used for xD.
DPI = Dots per Inch. It means how many dots will be printed per inch.
DPI is actually used for printing purposes. It shows the printer how much pixels to print per inch, literally. A common printer (at home or even at a lot of printing stores) at best prints at 150dpi most of the time actually; there are some super duper great printers that can print REALLY fine that can go up to ...apparently a lot more xD; #dpi, so that's why everyone usually suggests saving your project at 300dpi; most printers are f
6 Tips for Writing Your Story's Rising Action
6 Tips for Writing Your Story's Rising Action
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 6 “Plot Points” – Section 4 “Rising Action”
“K'Nuckles: Disappointment is the best adventure!
Flapjack: It is?
K'Nuckles: Do you feel all hollow inside?
K'Nuckles: Wished you'd stayed in bed this morning?
Flapjack: A little...
K'Nuckles: Ever felt that way before?
How to draw during 365 days
By the beginning of 2014 I started this account and uploaded a doodle a day during a year. It was the most challenging thing I ever did and it helped me loads on improving my art.
I've seen a lot of mentions on my inbox about artists that are starting their own 365 Days challenge and I want to write this journal to share what I've learned through my experience and maybe encourage some of you to join this long term journey.
It's okay to start simple!
My first doodles were waaay more simple than the other ones. If I had to start the project again I would still do them simple. Of course, starting this challenge is very exciting but it's a dead end if you put a heavy load on yourself at the beginning!
Focus on knowing your pace first. How much time does it take you to finish your drawings?
A Tribute to Robin Williams
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
The World According to Garp 1982
Moscow on the Hudson 1984
Haiku Without CountingThe idea that haiku should be written in 17 syllables, arranged in three line pattern of 5-7-5 is perhaps the best known 'rule' governing the writing of haiku. It is also the least understood, and the least important, particularly when composing haiku in English. This rule is at best actually a convention, one that emerged from conditions relative to Japanese culture and language. It is a convention ill-suited to the English language.
Japanese poets count on, a sound represented by one kana; the closest English equivalent to this is a syllable. Thus, the 'syllable' count is a function of the Japanese language, in that Japanese is written in kanji (Chinese characters-which can contain one or more on) and kana (Japanese phonetic script). There are also on, called 'particles' in English, that serve a precise function in Japanese, but that have no English equivalent; these are used in haiku create a pause, provide emphasis, or sometimes simply to
5 Reasons Why I Love Suggesting DDs
As some of you already noticed, I love suggesting DDs!
And I am actually quite new to suggesting DDs. Why?
I did not really know I can do that...
Once I found out anybody can do that, I was shy to approach artists I admire, who are usually very busy...
And I did not want to put myself out there, risking to feel rejected and not knowing how to react when we meet again somewhere in dA, maybe related to other projects...I thought I do not have the time for it...Well, in between I started to understand how it works, some CVs helped me get over my shyness, I got over feeling rejected and I made some time for sending suggestions.
And here is why:
1) I love featuring!
I love tracing the artworks I feature, to see if they really get a
How I learn to draw.First off, let me say this: I'm a very raw, struggling artist.
Believe it or not, whenever I draw a new piece, my brain hurts from the amount of thinking and worrying that I go through. What's happening in the picture? What's a nice composition? What colors can I use? Why don't my colors look pretty? Is this quality enough to satisfy myself? How do I even know if it's good enough?
Everyday I restart this cycle of suffering and learning. What I go through a lot of the time is unpleasant surprises (like when halfway through I suddenly realize I screwed up something), and then the disappointment sinks in. Sometimes when I try to draw a complex pose and fail, I break out in sweat from some mix of panic and doubt. Rarely does any painting or drawing go without some form of frustration of disappointment.
There are artists out there who've been in the trade long enough to approach works with full confidence in themselves. I'm not one of them, I'm just a newbie who's just started drawin
7 Days Color Challenge (closed)Firstly, thank you all for the joining this second drawing challenge, I can't wait to see what you guys will come up with ^_^
I know time zones are always confusing. As I write this journal it's Friday 5th, June, 13:00 o'clock where I live. The challenge starts counting from now on. That means all of the challenge days ends by 13:00 o'clock ( based on Brasilia Timezone, where I live) .
For those who already submitted the 1st drawing, it's okay as long as it's the red one!
If you can't join for any reason, don't worry! I'll be doing more Drawing Challenges in the future.
What's a 7 Days Color Challenge?
The challenge is drawing 7 different things based on 7 different colors. A color a day. By the end of the challenge you'll have a rainbow set of drawings to show ^_^
What about the Rules?
• It can be either traditional, digital or mi
You May Say I'm An Artist...
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th
Brian Kesinger: Character Driven
Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and
Do you like messing with the divine designs of the heavens that guide the fates of those of us here on Earth… just for giggles?
Zodiac Sign Leo by Yuhon
Do We have a challenge for you!
What if the symbols of the Zodiac were born of Dante’s Inferno, forged in the fires of hell, crafted by the most evil of the eldritch gods or conjured by damnable Demonic agency?
Just how scary could these transformed symbols be?
We need demented deviants to draw:The 2014 deviant Horrorscope
You have until October 20 to create your own most twisted astrological abomination of the Zodiac.
POST YOUR SUBMISSIONS IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!
Choose just one symbol or take on all 12. On October 25th
we will sh
Why I still draw mangaYou know what's the funny thing about getting older and (apparently) more serious with art? People ask you why you don't 'move on' with it.
Over the last few years, as my interest in art in general grew and I attended more traditional art workshops, the question that was most asked to me was:
"Why don't you move on from that manga style of yours?"
Implying that manga was a childish thing to draw, and that when I wanted to go anywhere more serious with my art, I would better move on to a more mature and realistic style.
Now, as some as you know I have close to no intention to go professional. It would take the fun out of drawing, in my opinion. But it honestly bothers me people see manga in such a negative light nowadays, especially considering we live in an era in which manga artists like yuumei, sakimichan or GENZOMAN (and many others) have build solid careers on their manga drawing skills,