|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
Smart KidWow. I have been going through a few of my journal entries on here, and I realized something:
I was a smart kid.
Now I'm just stupid. I let the world get to me. Let the world dictate how I am supposed to be.
If I want to bounce off the freaking walls, I am going to do it.
I don't know. I was looking back, and I saw how much encouragement I got from everyone on here.
From: :iconchristianonfire7: who has gone through so much pain, this gal.... wow she's tough!
As is: :icondrybonesreborn: who tries to encourage people whilst under attack herself.
The encouragement I got from :icondystar: and :icondoodlertm: and :icontheunaveragejoe: , :icontaleigh-rae: :iconlizzy212: (or also known as :iconlizz1234
But most of it comes from: :iconachildoftheking:
There are many, many more people who have encouraged me, and I'm sorry if I didn't put your name.
I've been blessed, no doubt. Sometimes it's hard to remember, and other times it can be impossible.
But I refuse
DeviantArtists Questionaire1. How long have you been on deviantART?
I have been on dA for at least 6 years now.
2. What does your username mean?
My username is my middle name, and it means "sweetness."
3. Describe yourself in 3 words.
Meticulous, quiet, steadfast.
4. Are you left or right-handed?
I am right-handed.
5. What was your first deviation?
I'm not certain, but it was most likely a pencil drawing of a dragon head.
6. What is your favorite type of art to create?
I love to draw dragons, be it with pencil or tablet.
7. If you could instantly master a different style, what would it be?
I would want to master a realistic style. It's so beautiful to look at, but it takes a lot of hard work and practice to master.
8. What was your first favorite?
I distinctly remember faving a digital piece that de
Visualize our Dreams
Awareness of the Arts Contest
Anita Amarantheans made a lovely contest where artists would collaborate and express a story,
both by the means of "the pen" and by the means of "the brush":
This journal is dedicated to the participants. But first let us have a look at the winners:
The Dream of Returning Home
HiddenSparks Vol. XI: @IslandstarThere are many artists I come across through the groups I follow and through the time I spend browsing dA that I feel deserve so much more.
This new feature series will be my way of sharing them and some of my favourite works from their gallery with you.
This artist captures reality with a dedication and clarity that is exceptional. In fact, upon viewing their gallery, one is often unable to tell between a photograph and a painting!
Watcher FeatureThis is where I take a little bit of my time to look at the galleries of my active watchers galleries and feature their awesome art.
First of all UszatyArbuz makes all kinds of awesome css stuff (just look at the journal skin I am using) and takes beautiful pictures.
Kira-Huskal is a wonderful artist and writer.
dadaartimka is a beautiful traditional artist who is steadily improving her skill!
shep4life is a talented poet.
DragonsChest is a great photomanipulatior and artist.
NocturneJewel is a fantastic photographer and I love her subject matter.
MOCHA AND CADBURY, PAINTER GECKOS! by NocturneJewelBUTTERFLY CRESCENT by NocturneJewel
BRSpidey is a fabulous artist and paper crafter!
Hanging Around by BRSpideySamus Aran Zero Suit SSB4 Papercraft by BRSpidey
chromeantennae is a
Winners!!!Awareness Of The Arts: Visualize our Dreams Contest
Well the results are in!
Everyone did a great job with their entries into this contest and I am actually looking forward to "hopefully" make this a yearly thing so... wish me luck!
1st Place Winners
1000 each from Nesmaty (OurDreamsWillComedon)
3-Month Premium (or point equivalent) from dAWishingWell
50x50 pixel gif from Amarantheans
Traditional graphite drawing from CallMeFarGone
Pixel Drawing from Candyfied
Poetry Commission from Christianonfire7
Photo Stock from EveLivesey
Complex Animated Icon from Lagomorphas
2nd Place Winners
Journal Skin from Nesmaty
300 each from Amarantheans
Awareness of the Arts: Visualize Our Dreams:Voting Closed:
Ok so we had alot of entries, I am really happy with the outcome and in the end everyone ended up with a partner! So now comes the time for judging and it is going to be very difficult as everyone has done a beautiful job! I am going to make up some polls to be voted on and will post them later. Just know that public opinion will be considered when making the decision and will not depict the final say.
I would like to ask that my judges note me with their choices here are their names:
EveLivesey (photos & manips)
Judges feel free to note me with your choices even if they are not in your description, I just would like to know what you think.
Contestants please know that it will take some time to go through all of the entries and I will give you the results as soon as I have them, it may take up to a month to come
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
Introducing the Timeline of DeviantArt!
Good morning Callisto VIII...
DeviantArt.com will celebrate its 15th birthday in August 2015. While many online communities have come and gone during the last decade and a half, DeviantArt remains because of our passionate and committed community. In that time, we've celebrated many milestones, and it became apparent we were in need of a place to share our victories and our challenges. And since we want to move toward more complete transparency with the community, what better time to also showcas
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.