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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.


:iconrosaarvensis:'s photographs are refreshing in their naturalness. Though containing a feeling of simplicity, there is great profundity too as we are shown beauties that we may not have fully appreciated before.

Tangled by rosaarvensis Toxic by rosaarvensis Grapes I by rosaarvensis Softly fading away by rosaarvensis Papilio machaon by rosaarvensis Nest of gold by rosaarvensis Feed me by rosaarvensis Mist by rosaarvensis

rosaarvensis's Gallery


:icontreo-legigeo: gets to the main point of the written piece in a concise manner, creating an awesome impact that is only furthered on through the brilliant diction and phrasing. It is easy to become engaged in Treo-LeGigeo's literature when we can also relate to them so well.

The FieldsCarl,
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.

The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
~ An extract from The Fields
""Hello?"

The figure doesn't move. Then he takes another step and it's turning away, disappearing into the building. He rushes forward, inside, and stumbles over the mess on the floor."

UsEvery face has an eye, every eye has a sight,
To seek and know, what is wrong and right.
Every sight has a vision, every vision has a dream.
And every dream has a future, to find, to fight.
Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail.
Every face has a heart, every heart has a soul,
To lead the world to that one last goal.
Every soul has a voice, to speak and to trust,
And every voice, is one of us.
~ An extract from Us
"Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail."  

Still Bravely Singing, FlyThere's no need for storm on the battlefield,
For thunder's in every round,
With rain of shells and mortar falls,
The fog of pain's resound,
And the fierceness of each storm of fear,
Of living dead against the ground.
Some no more than ten and six,
Not one over nine,
Men from behind a poster come,
To the front, line by line,
A fight for a cause that is not their own,
Where self and country entwine.
An uncle, a brother, a father, a son,
Away while every loved one cries,
To fall on lonely and distant plains,
Each buried where he lies,
A comrade, a soldier, standing together,
Until the last man dies.
The first day passes in anxious await,
The second in determined gall,
The fifth is spent in faux-quiet brace,
Like a calm before a fall,
For you'll call yourself a lucky man,
If your tenth day passes at all.
I never saw one who had no fear,
Yet still no cowards have I known,
Never there is a step travelled safe,
But also none stepped alone,
For friends and family and land and country,
With ti
~ An extract from Still Bravely Singing, Fly
"Men from behind a poster come,
To the front, line by line,
A fight for a cause that is not their own,
Where self and country entwine."  

Treo-LeGigeo's Gallery


:icongoldfishkang:'s style is truly vibrant, the painted creations one step from literally coming to life. With the brightness of the art here, it's difficult to keep a glum face for long as we become immersed in a lighter world full of life though nothing is actually moving!

Indraprastha by goldfishkang Flying Makes Me Harpy by goldfishkang The Forest Cafe by goldfishkang Jormundgar and Thorn by goldfishkang Feverish Delusions by goldfishkang The Little Match Girl by goldfishkang Poffin Picnic by goldfishkang Holiday Pokeswap by goldfishkang

goldfishkang's Gallery


Make a Difference 1 by 3wyl Make a Difference 2 by 3wyl Make a Difference 3 by 3wyl Make a Difference 4 by 3wyl  Make a Difference 5 by 3wyl

Previous three articles: #179, #178, #177

For more information about getting featured, previous articles etc. please click here.

Thank you for reading. Please Make a Difference today. :D
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:iconastrikos:
Astrikos Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012   General Artist
Wonderful features. :heart:
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:iconrosaarvensis:
rosaarvensis Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you very much for featuring me! :heart: I'm honoured :aww:
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:icontshuki:
tshuki Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012  Student General Artist
Oooh, those photos! *o* <3
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:iconcookiefur:
cookiefur Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012  Student General Artist
Some great art here
*faves*
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