'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.
Islandstar to cmloweartToday, after a DECADE on deviantART, I finally changed my username. I wanted something more professional - and I also wanted to match my other social media usernames.
So now you will find me on dA as cmloweart!
I've been pretty busy lately creating new digital paintings to have for my next comic convention next month, including a mixture of pop culture art and wildlife art. Stay tuned for more updates!
In Memory of...Here in the United States, it's Memorial Day Weekend.
Here's to the memory of our little lost ones.
I searched through my own faves and the Caturdays Photos 2 folder to find these.
Feel free to comment in this journal entry with the thumbnails in memory of your furry friends.
Guarding a Friend by 12jack12
Tired from play by hazeldazel memories by brijome In Memory of Border Cat - RIP by Crystal-Marine
R.I.P. Zeus by Warden-1 Trust, by Christianonfire7 The Last Ice Cream by Lampputar
In memory of Fro by KokoroJunnaya In the memory. by Alessia-Izzo Mistress by Wellgarth
Memory by pensive-painter Beloved memory by Elwing-Isiliel Rip Oopy by lucytherescuedcat Peek From Around The Corner by krazykelli
dA bar by CapnDeek373
dA bar by CapnDeek373
Encourage your cat fan friends to join!
We wish to have even more
fabulous cat art and photos to feature each week!
dA bar by CapnDeek373
dA bar by CapnDeek373
I need HELP! The Second Annual Awarness of the Arts: Into the Stars Contest is set to begin May 1st, with sign ups beginning April 1st!
So, my lovelies, I am asking for volunteers to advertise, and groups to Affiliate with the contest! I am also asking for donations: points, llamas, features, commissions, and more!
Please note all places 1st- 3rd and honorable mention will have 2 prizes. So if you would like to donate memberships it may be better to just donate the points so that they can be divided equally. And commissions will also need be doubled (just so you can keep that in mind for the scope of donations).
All donors will recive a feature (and a llama if you haven't gotten one) from me Amarantheans.
All Advertizers, and Affiliated groups will be mentioned in all journals made about the contest!
Though Judges are not al
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
Man of the Moon/Child of the StarsMy mother told me the tale, of the old man who lives in the moon.
Who lives in his hut somewhere between the light, and the gloom;
That some call him the Sandman, The Bringer of Dreams, be they filled with happiness or doom.
He constructs his dreams from the stars in the sky, each star like a grain of sand in his bag of tricks.
As you drift asleep, he whisks you away to a foreign land, where a Snake is a king, and monkeys are men.
Where Captains sail ships through the sky like birds, where sirens lure you with their songs and their words.
Adventures wait around every corner, but so do terror, bewilderment, and horror.
Be not afraid; show no fear, for dreams cannot harm you, not while you’re here.
The old man in the moon, I thought him a fable, and nothing more, but then one night as I slept I fell through the floor.
My bed fell through the earth, and from the darkness there came the light of the stars and the sound of the rain.
Now I floated on top of the sea, the old man looking
Song for a Traveling ManYou always said you were just a traveling man,
with so many secrets to tell, and even more to hide.
I figured I could write you a song,
about truth and love, chaos and confusion.
Maybe then I could convince you
that your secrets can be shared,
without the fear of being let down.
It's true, I can't sit still my friend.
My wheels are in need of motion,
I'm runnin' from commotion,
my past is piled high with re-gretted notion.
So pardon me if I can't see
beyond the fire you're stokin'
'Cause there's lyin' and cryin' and not enough tryin'
and a few things nobody's buyin'.
How deep does the pain go?
Can the oceans swallow your sorrows,
or my love comfort all that is broken?
If trust could bloom into an ancient tree,
could the branches reach past your walls?
I will sit day and night, waiting and praying,
for you to let me in, oh traveling man.
Your song is ringin' bells and healin' inner hells!
Maybe it's the time spent laughin' and learnin'?
Maybe it's your
I'M STILL HEREAn aching heart you have carried with you since the day
you thought my spirit had gone away,
but dearest beloved, I never could leave you, a place
of love you made for me all of my living years, your face
with tenderness and inner light I basked in its glow,
and the many kisses you lavished on me sweeter than a rainbow.
I haven't left you, please know this infinite Truth,
to you and your love I am stuck like glue,
you just can't see me though I wish you could
but I haven't left you, I never would,
let me ease the pain you carry in your heart
since the day you believed our spirits did part...
During my last mortal hours I knew I wasn't alone,
your love eased the gateway for my spirit to roam,
but I didn't go far...in your aura I am now curled,
never to leave the one who loved me, in your aura I can now be found,
aglow with the love we shared, please feel me around.
Remember the times I hid among the fuscia leaves,
you couldn't see me but you knew nearby I still cleaved,
that's how it is
A Love SonnetFor I have long traveled the seven seas;
Looking and searching for a love so fair;
Wandering, wondering, where you might be;
My heart wonders how much more I can bare.
For I have seen love in many a form;
Yet never have I been lucky to join;
I have seen love die and love be reborn;
And that love was worth more than any coin.
I long to be loved til the end of time;
To trust in one so completely and true;
To feel the touch of true love so sublime;
A love so complete, time cannot undo.
And when true love's kiss finally I find;
I swear to him, myself will forever bind.
The PromiseIn the essence of light
she remembers all of her dreams
the distraction is placed in her life
to make her think it is right
it is broken
a record spinning aimlessly
a sailing soul is awoken
to the deep abyss of lies
where the dark abides
to the place of deception
the time is nothing
across the great divide
she believes what she sees
falling into the pit
the thin threads
which only she can knit
will she succeed
in straying from
the never-ending tragedy
with every little hint
provided of the truth
so many lies,
hard to identify
what could be right
until it's painted on the walls
where she went wrong
where she continually falls
where Lucifer spun a web
to catch all of the misguided
to destroy all of the rebellious
despite of what's been provided
I could tell you this;
repeated signals of errors,
the detrimental failures
she remembers all her dreams
making her think what's wrong is right
a broken record spinning aimlessly
a sailing soul is awoken
to the deep abyss of lies
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA
There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However,
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Meeting the ParentsThe apocalypse is near;
he holds her hand tight, tighter.
The shotgun on the wall gleams.
Her father appears.
Flying With AngelsFlying With Angels
She shelters underneath the wings
Of the mighty one
As golden sparks shower forth from massive maws.
Flying with the angels is her pleasure
In this war of the worlds.
Flying with the angels is her duty
In this world at war.
Sheltered enough she leaps forth
Sword catching glimpses of dragon fire
And reflecting glory for all to see.
Angels await her,
And together they fly forward in battle
With the evil one.
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.