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Frequently Asked QuestionsI get asked many questions and it can be hard for me to answer them all, so I have compiled a list of questions which I'm often asked in the hope it is of interest to some of you
Where did you learn?
I've taught myself. My Secondary (High) School art teacher told me 'cartoon are not art' and so I had no interest in perusing 'art' classes any further. At about 13 I began to draw every day, less studying, more drawing what came to mind, creating characters and worlds and getting my thoughts and feeling onto paper.
I joined deviantART at 15, and the feedback and critique I've gained through sharing my art online has helped a lot in my improvement. I wasn't born with a 'gift', unless you count functioning hands, I learned through practice. I am nowhere near finished my learning (and never will be) though now I
Managing Your Inbox: Some Tips on StreamliningI'm not really an organized person. Yeah, sure, I like to TRY to be one, but most of my attempts to clean house don't stick. The one exception, however, is in my online life. I keep everything to do with the computer tabbed and organized and that includes my dA life.
I posted a poll asking visitors what their inbox looked like on a typical day. As of this writing, of the 52 responses, 35 have full inboxes – that is, somewhere between 200 and up to (or over) 1000 messages to sort through. So about 70% of the voters have quite a lot to page over.
I hear horror stories quite frequently from deviants who are overwhelmed by the sheer volume of things passing through their inbox. My personal inbox rarely reaches three digit numbers, and the few times it has, it's always been because something of mine has made the footer. While I can't promise that my personal methods will work for everyone, it n
Thoughts about communityCommunity is a word that is used on dA a lot. It's a huge part of the site and the main reason why I love this place so much and have stuck around for so many years, even when I haven't had time to indulge in my art or felt like sharing it for whatever reason. I've made true friends here who I care for deeply and can't imagine not using dA in some capacity to keep in touch with all of you wonderful people.
The thing with a community, in my opinion, is that it's kind of a by-product. I don't mean that in a bad or belittling way. What I mean is that you can't actually force a community to thrive, or even to exist. You can provide a context (like a website or a message board or a physical-world organisation) and tools (like comments or chat features online or a room to meet in for offline events). You can invite people to join in, encourage them to interact and even moderate destructive or negative behaviour but you can't make a community - it's something that happens by itself, th
The Gay Fashion Industry and Its' Impact On GirlsFirst off, I'm fifteen and this entry is simply my growing awareness of the world around me. It is not an indictment nor is it the end-all to any argument. It's just one part reality, one part perception and one part emotional, the musings of one teen girl. My sister wrote a paper on this very subject, filled with facts, interviews and the media proof of how it affects a young woman's perception of her own body. My entry was fueled when an on-line friend of mine spoke out about her eating disorder. It reminded me of what my sister wrote and so this wee bit of prose is about that very thing.
When I was in Middle School last year, things were pretty normal in that I didn't notice anything peculiar about the media and how we respond to it. I was fourteen. Who cared? I watched Spongebob Squarepants, OK? I know the theme song, dude. I still sing it. Loud. Proud. And then I morphed into high school this year and I still have more important things to focus on like am I going to
La leyenda del hada y el magoCuenta la historia de un mago
que un día en su bosque encantado lloró.
porque a pesar de su magia
no había podido encontrar el amor.
La luna, su única amiga
le daba fuerzas para soportar
todo el dolor que sentía
por culpa de su tan larga soledad.
Es que él sabía muy bien que en su existir
nunca debía salir de su destino.
si alguien te tiene que amar, ya lo sabrás
sólo tendrás que saber reconocerlo.
Fue en una tarde que el mago
paseando en el bosque la vista cruzó
con la más dulce mirada
que en toda su vida jamás conoció.
Desde ese mismo momento
el hada y el mago quisieron estar
solos los dos en el bosque
amándose siempre y en todo lugar.
Y el mal que siempre existió, no soportó
ver tanta felicidad entre dos seres.
y con su odio atacó, hasta que el hada cayó
en ese sueño fatal de no sentir.
En su castillo pasaba
las noches el mago buscando el poder
que devolviera a su hada,
su amor, su mirada tan dulce de ayer.
Y no paró desde entonces
buscando la forma de recuperar
a la mujer que aquel
Art Theft 101: A Lesson in What Not to DoWell hell ... I actually discovered an art thief.
Art theft was always something I saw after-the-fact and as a bystander. I knew about it, I heard about it and I've seen the dArama that occurs before, during and after the takedown. But I never thought I would actually be the one to discover it and be the instigator in getting an alleged art thief caught. And like many other instances of thieves getting caught, the guilty party was stupid enough to 1) steal an artwork from a famous artist in her circle and 2) draw attention to herself.
The tiny little dArama all began with an innocuous enough comment at the group where I admin: :iconWe-Want-Your-Art:. The alleged thief was pissed and dropping f-bombs because apparently we had been declining her works. It caught my attention. I got curious, wondering what works of hers that we had declined and went to her gallery.
And lo behold. I saw an artwork that is famous among Supernatural fans. If you've ever been active in the SPN fandom, y
in The SideWalks Uncertain of it's own actions
a society busy of it's own.
Products now produced,
all empty hands of bigger ones.
Minds made to consume,
lights, movements, vibrations.
all said actions untold.
What in the question,
click, a pulse from same machines.
Not the same to know,
questions the marks.
Tight in feeling,
shapes these perceptions.
Plugs and channels,
in remote sit, electricity.
Drive-thru by walk,
wheel of businesses.
BloodArt(literature) pinterest, facebook, skydrive
Podria importar del todoSi yo no estuviese aquí mañana, a alguien podría importarle?
Y si mi tiempo hubiera terminado, me gustaría saber si estabas feliz de que estará aquí.
Si yo no estuviese aquí mañana, podría alguien perder el sueño?
Si yo no fuera tan duro u hueco, entonces tal vez tu me extrañaras.
Yo se que soy un desastre, pero quiero ser alguien, alguien que me guste mas.
Nunca lo podre olvidar, así que no me lo recuerdes por siempre.
Y que si trato de olvida lo que soy, podría importar del todo?
Y que si yo solo trato de no recordar.
Todas las oportunidades que me han pasado, importaría si me dieran una oportunidad mas?
Podría importar del todo?
Si yo no estuviese aquí mañana, a alguien podría importarle?
Aun atascado dentro de este dolor, no tengo nada y voy a ningún lado.
Se que soy un desastre, pero quiero ser alguien, alguien que me guste mas.
Podrías ayúdame a olvidar, no quiero sentirme así por siempre.
Si me voy mañana, podría a alguien importarle?
Atascado en este dolor yendo a ningún la
#25. And the results of 24/24The results of 24 deviations in 24 hours, via the scheduled publishing, approximately are as follows: 1550 views, 240 faves, 20 comments. Is that good? I dunno, that's an average of 65 views, 10 faves and one comment each.
Here are the three most viewed:
And the three most faved:
So people like looking at the models most, but it's the landscapes that captivate them
Anyway, I like the scheduled publishing thing, and I'll use it to make sure something goes up every day, but I think I'll scale it back to two images per day. Enthrall people with quality, rather than a big slew of quantity.
What do you think?
Deguemer mat !welcome in Breton in dA !
I'm going to read regularly news about Brittany , or post some address of site about Brittany
bienvenus sur breton on dA!
seront régulièrement mise en ligne des infos sur la Bretagne et des adresse de site breton !
ReflectionI think one of the thing's we often forget to do is reflect on what has happened, in the past or present.
I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing but i can tell you know that over the past month or so i have been reflecting on my life, my home and what i do.
I think when it comes to reflecting back on thing's it can become an unhealthy obsession we look at what we did, and we obsess over every single little detail to the point where we can not better our selfs and to the point where reflection is a bad thing.
My Dad, told me a few thing's about how dad and mum got together and i was pissed off at myself for the way i treated my dad, and i was just angry, granted i was a highly strung emotional wreck that week, but still i was pissed off to the max.
Emma, who is my best friend, has the most amazing grandparents in the world, and affter the funral and after every thing that just happened last week, we got to sit down and reflect on the funeral and my thought process, wi
Release of Heraldic DocumentTO ALL AND SINGULAR:
To whom these Patents shall come ,Earl Christopher Cambell,Earl Marshall,sends greeting!
As instructed by the Court of Chivalry, we grant the following arms to SIR LARTENTER,KRC
PER CROSS AZUR AND VERT A CHEVRON OR THREE LIONS RAMPANT GULES
I, the said Earl Marshall,in witness by the President,grant these LETTERS PATENT on the Twenty-second day of May,MMIX.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More