Make a Difference #99

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.


is a greatly under-rated photographer. Her gallery is pretty eclectic and wonderfully experimental as demonstrated by the pieces featured here!

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SongsOfLost's Gallery


is an enthusiastic person with a great passion for most things in life. Not only is this heavily captured and conveyed to us through her literature, but her literature is also pretty profound too.

:thumb202575154: ~ An extract from BREATHE
"My hatred for myself
Cannot be contained in this rotten cage of a heart
I am changing
Into something fierce and ugly and wicked and"  

WHITTLINGI can see the storm in your hands
Thunder rolling from the tips
Urgent, forged from fury
Mechanical in movement
The cracks and raw skin
It's loud, maniac
There's an eye
A mouth, curved upward, hesitant lips
The movements quiver up your arms
Red from years of sun
I can't look at your face
The knife is too bright
The wood is chipped away, away
Revealing a little bearded man
A twinkle in his eye ~ An extract from WHITTLING
"The movements quiver up your arms
Red from years of sun
I can't look at your face
The knife is too bright"  

Mr. PresidentMust remember to remain calm. Placid. I cannot, will not, disappoint him this time. No, this time it will work. My eyes strain at the observing screen, focusing on the figure displayed in the cold, steel room. It is unmoving and stiff with the ignorance of a newborn. We will fix it. One more time, one more shot to its spine, this thing will live. It will feel and see and breathe like a man. Breathe… This excitement makes me forget to do so.
There! The man in white walks in and straps the thing to the table, facedown. He fills the syringe with the yellow liquid, his face blank. I wish I could control my emotions like that. It must be sickening to be so close to that thing. I don’t know the man’s name, but he is wearing white. They all wear white here. Then… Then he gently sticks the needle into the spine. The thing jerks and shudders, tightening against its straps and groans, as the man in white deposits the liquid into its back. I almost turn my head, but it’s ~ An extract from Mr. President
"The thing jerks and shudders, tightening against its straps and groans, as the man in white deposits the liquid into its back. I almost turn my head, but it’s like a train wreck, I have to keep watching… My eyes widening."

Pandazilla's Gallery


is a digital artist with a gallery that will blow your mind with its energetic swirls, fragments and more. His pieces are provoking in thought and emotion, and they effectively capture the atmosphere too.

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grohsARTig's Gallery


  

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