Make a Difference #149

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Artists join deviantART to share their art and appreciate others. Due to the many artists out there, it’s easy to get towed under and generally obscured from the public.

Make a Difference aims to do exactly that. This series of articles will hopefully make a difference to you as well as the artists featured weekly. Just by giving one minute of your time to write constructive comments, favourites and even watches will make a difference to these artists.


:icontuminka:'s square photography is truly beautiful, with many of her squares made wonderfully abstract through the colours and shapes captured. She has a great feel for composition and space so that the impact is to the maximum effect.

wall scenery.. by tuminka on the sea... by tuminka day by day.. by tuminka family by tuminka catch at a straw.. by tuminka ... by tuminka memories by tuminka behinde the glass II. by tuminka

tuminka's Gallery


:iconrioza: writes both poetry and prose, showing great potential and talent in both as she conveys to us the depth of the concept, easily provoking thought. There is a lovely variety of literature in her gallery, of which many pieces contain poignant messages.  

Lines"How many more?"
"One. Just one more. One more will do."
It was dark, but she knew her surroundings from her eternity imprisoned here. She picked up the stone she used as her pencil, sharpened it, and carved another rough line into the dark wall. Blood spilled from her fingertips with the force she exerted, but she had no idea what it looked like. Color, light—these things did not exist here.
"How many more?" she asked again.
"One. One more," she answered, because no one else did.
Lines. Always lines. They  were all she could make out in the darkness of these walls. Lines formed edges, which formed corners, and in turn formed boxes. Just like the one she was in. Just like the one she would hate if only she knew how to.
So instead she replicated those lines with the rock fragment that had cracked out of the cement probably long before she had arrived, if only she knew when that was. She could not remember anything before the darkness, the lines, the black cubicle in which
~ An extract from Lines
"It was dark, but she knew her surroundings from her eternity imprisoned here. She picked up the stone she used as her pencil, sharpened it, and carved another rough line into the dark wall. Blood spilled from her fingertips with the force she exerted, but she had no idea what it looked like. Color, light—these things did not exist here."

who i amI am:
        Conduction; hot-cold-hot
Swampy summers, white winters
And breezy in-between seasons
I am:
Born of florescent blue
And two greens—too lucky
So they took one away
I am:
Golden memories
Glittering, glistening
Whose are they?
I am:  
A gated playground
Higher, high like in the sky
As I swing among the stars
I am:
Cradling my future in my lap
Clutching my past, only two fingers left
Smiling
I am:
Climbing the tree
Going out on a limb... balance is vital
Look straight, not down
I am:
In love
Happier than I've ever been
Ever will be
~ An extract from who i am
"I am:  
A gated playground
Higher, high like in the sky
As I swing among the stars"  

The RhymeI couldn't find the words to rhyme
Or maybe couldn't find the time
And though it may seem like a crime
I made a poem out of grime
I was sitting in my little chair
Thinking it was so unfair
When a flare so rare came in my lair
And dared to get caught in my snare
I grabbed it's reins and held on tight
I knew it would give quite the fight
Despite the danger and the fright
I didn't loosen in the slight
Finally with the battle won
It's little secrets came undone
Slowly unfolding one by one
Found myself a little fun
Slowly I began to fuse together
The pieces of my little treasure
And wonder whether it would tether
Into something thick as leather
So I find it did just that
It went from flat to being fat
Fatter than a lazy cat
Tougher than rock in combat
Rescued with the sound of rhyme
Words more musical than wind chimes
After all it was no crime
I was just passing time
~ An extract from The Rhyme
"I was sitting in my little chair
Thinking it was so unfair
When a flare so rare came in my lair
And dared to get caught in my snare"  

rioza's Gallery


:iconlilibz: has an adorably cute style with an awesome way of conveying expressions, atmosphere and mood. Colours are applied brilliantly and many pieces in themselves embrace a movement in the jaunty depiction of the subject matter.

framed march - reindeer by lilibz schoolism - assignment 9 by lilibz :thumb285646561: :thumb198496932: :thumb198496271: :thumb111039510: :thumb111745964: :thumb109651478:

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