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December 9, 2012


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Spotlight of the Week

mystichuntress Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello there!
I'm looking for deviants to feature in my Spotlight of the Week section of my Weekly Feature journal: [link]

Although the other features require points, the Spotlight of the Week is completely free!!!!!
All I ask is for quality work, and what better place to find it than to have you deviants suggest some great pieces you find around this site???

So link me to the best pieces of artwork you see.
The Spotlight of the Week section also includes a mini-critique for the chosen pieces, so make sure you read it!

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Aerilien Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012
Iron-Eye Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Professional Artisan Crafter
pwassonne Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Porto881 Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Here's some of my stuff:

And here's some other people's stuff:
AliWithAnEye Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Professional Photographer

KatherineReedKS Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter

mystichuntress Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
oooh that's exquisite how did you make these?
KatherineReedKS Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
All of them were hand thrown on a potters wheel :) Pretty much my only tools are my fingers, water, clay, a sponge, and a flat curved wooden stick :)
saevuswinds Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012  Student Writer
Color of BlueWe come, skin tinted the color of frost,
Color of cold, color of blue.
They shout, carrying words with the wind, preaching,
"People are equal," but people are lost.

Little lies, the size of snowflakes drift,
Landing on hopes, landing on dreams.
Our hearts, with winter's tears touching it, freeze,
Numbing it until the blood turns blue.

For some, the cold beats them down,
Chilling their warmth, chilling their light.
Their blood, turning into blue ice shatters,
Finally cracking under the pressure.

We're told, with wide expecting eyes,
Reach for better, reach for perfection.
Blue blood, polluting our minds with every expec
The Textures of our SkinCanyons on your young skin
feel like bark against my fingers
sharper spears couldn't hurt
the way those scars severed us so
Your frozen face searches
For some sort of warmth—a small smile
But bullets break more trust
Than skin

People persist to claim
The tantrums will not go away  
Shattered glass and dishes
Results of a too loud tv

You said I had soft skin
When you screamed swears all at the air
About made-up monsters
And pain

You are rough sandpaper
Filing away my love and hope
That you will be the man
That used to calm my temper down

What that gun did to you
Did more than ma
AdolescenseI think there's a thousand songs the wind tells me.

The wind still whistles in my ear whenever I push up against it, as if reminding me how childish I really am. When I yell questions to no one in particular, except maybe God and anyone far away from my heart to truly listen, the wind sends back a copy of myself so I understand what they hear. They hear a child, wailing, lost, still pondering life as if she had just been alive for seconds. At the same time, I'm older than most children, and my voice grows more like my parents each day. "Adolescence," everyone tells me, but what I'm feeling now is more than just one mere word long.

There's a

Thought I'd share some literature, and post a photograph just in case!
DecayingGravity Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012  Student Digital Artist
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