Lit-Visual Alliance Allied Artwork Feature #3

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 :wave: Hello my lovely Allies! It's time again to showcase more of the amazing Allied Artwork pieces that have been making their way into our Featured Folder over at Lit-Visual-Alliance. 


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What is the Alliance, you ask?

The Alliance is a project group intended to encourage visual and literary artists to work together. I've felt for some time that the dA Literature Community can at times be somewhat insular - to its detriment. We in the Lit Community are also sometimes prone to griping about the lack of exposure our work receives when compared to that of visual artists. So in the spirit of ^thorns brilliant Complaint Challenge I thought I would try to do something about that. And so the Alliance was born!

This article features pieces that have been submitted to our Featured Folder, which is reserved for literature that is based on visual artwork on dA, and visual artwork based on dA literature.

Since the always amazing ATrue gifted our humble group with Supergroup status, we are now able to do polls! As such, I felt it was time to give our members the chance to select which artwork submitted to the Featured Folder would be spotlighted in the article as the best. So I put ten choices into the poll (that's how it's going to work - when we get to ten submissions, I put out a new poll), and here are your results! :w00t:


 First up, is this wonderfully atmospheric Poe homage by our very own QuiEstInLiteris



Next up was this whimsical rumination by loyal Ally Synnic



Tied with Synnic's poem is this eerily lovely story by Alliance newcomer MiugiKayo

:thumb274635427: based on  The messenger by alexa-asta


Next was this gorgeous photomanipulation by Alliance enthusiast somenightowl

Golden by somenightowl based on  Fields of GoldHave you ever dreamed within fields of gold?
Where gentle wheat can wrap around
Your  gentle feet and love me not
Is a forget me knot that needn’t be
And needn’t seen, nor heard or felt
Just gentle wheat that makes you melt,
With it’s touch ,
And as of such,
I don’t have to be told;
My gentle, my beautiful,
My  fields of gold.
Have you ever seen such fields of gold?
Where when the sun comes blearing down
There needn’t be a single frown
For in your field and in your mind
I hope you  yield which you can find,
You can move right through the gold
And fight that which was never told,
With it’s embrace,
You must face
What you’ve been told;
Those gentle, those beautiful,
Those fields of gold.
Have you ever walked through these fields of gold?
Where every tickle and every sting
Works to make that bigger thing
That straps the heart
Within a deadly art,
But lets it free, to be with me
And the gentle gold that works two fold.
Where


Next up is this emotional Fan Art piece by Nightenscythe, based on work by Fan Art CV JZLobo
Last Moment by Nightenscythe based on  Legends
"Professor Sewell! Come quickly! You're not bloody going to believe this!"
Professor Elizabeth Sewell gave the intern a cross glare through her glasses. She was a middle-aged woman, with red hair just beginning to silver. She was not finicky about her appearance, yet she tried very hard to avoid the "stern librarian" appearance displayed by many of her colleagues. "Language, Mister Porter. If you wish to be a professional, you'll need to control that hasty tongue of yours."
"Right sorry," young Porter gasped obligatorily as he shoved aside both flaps that served as the door to her tent and beckoned her outside. He was a consummate portrayal of young adulthood: longish hair that constantly dangled over his brows, sloppily-shaven stubble, and lose, dirty clothes. Dark brown hair and eyes were the only color contrasting an otherwise pasty complexion. "But you must come see this! We've found something in the cave!"
Elizabeth sighed as she closed her archeology book, obviously in no hurry.


Finally we have a sweet little Fan Art piece by DanikaMilles made for me! Based on a story about one of my characters. :aww:

Evlyn by DanikaMilles based on 

Followed by:

:thumb309547507: based on  so far by ra-gro

St'Nan couple by garocamarillo based on  AlienatedOn an average morning, Joseph O'Donnell was the first thing his wife was aware of when she awoke: his large frame a source of comfort, even during this unsure point in their marriage. His right arm reliably wrapped around her, his left under the pillows to hide the stump where once a hand had been. How she missed him when he had served in Iraq. On those nights, the empty half of their bed might as well have been a vacuum.
This, however, was not an average morning – if it even was morning. Sarah O'Donnell sensed something amiss during her first glimpses of wakefulness – they were not on their bed, but a hard, flat surface. She aborted a slow drift out of sleep in favor of a straight-up leap into consciousness.
Panic threatened to grab hold as her eyes darted around to survey the dark room. There were no windows, no way of gauging the time of day. Only a few dim orange squares in the ceiling above them glowed with enough luminosity to keep the room from being pitch black. A fen


A Touch of Conflict by IndiWolfOnline based on  Legends
"Professor Sewell! Come quickly! You're not bloody going to believe this!"
Professor Elizabeth Sewell gave the intern a cross glare through her glasses. She was a middle-aged woman, with red hair just beginning to silver. She was not finicky about her appearance, yet she tried very hard to avoid the "stern librarian" appearance displayed by many of her colleagues. "Language, Mister Porter. If you wish to be a professional, you'll need to control that hasty tongue of yours."
"Right sorry," young Porter gasped obligatorily as he shoved aside both flaps that served as the door to her tent and beckoned her outside. He was a consummate portrayal of young adulthood: longish hair that constantly dangled over his brows, sloppily-shaven stubble, and lose, dirty clothes. Dark brown hair and eyes were the only color contrasting an otherwise pasty complexion. "But you must come see this! We've found something in the cave!"
Elizabeth sighed as she closed her archeology book, obviously in no hurry.

Our next poll will be out soon, with another feature to follow! The more you guys submit, the more features there will be! :eager:

And to get your creative juices flowing, a sampling from our Exceptionally Inspiring Literature & Exceptionally Inspiring Visual Art folders:

Birth of the Moonlight Goddess by Antony-Hell Bring your candle to glitter again by Itti :thumb315418852: :thumb300160828: :thumb169937461:  To Us- Synesthesiai.
every sound
excites a burst
of color; an
exploding
firework,
dancing and
twirling.
ii.
your voice
tastes of mangoes;
sticky
and sweet,
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
personal.
iii.
the letters
all become a
different personality.
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
and mighty.
iv.
closer and
farther away;
each number becomes
its own plane
and point
in space;
perfect details.
v.
all the numbers
form lines
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
swirling round
and round.
a perfect pattern.
vi.
letters take
on colors,
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
forming rainbows
of words.  Catch a Falling Star by xBassxHarmingx  Of solace        sleeping in today was the essence,
waking up the process of becoming singular
                               .
        I want to end it
but I can't stop associating you with these images—
:       a season being flung onto the ocean, making a mess of color
                               .
        there's an insect caught in my poetry,
trying to mend its broken wing
                           Watchers by NickChao  Crows"Crows," I whisper and she flies,
brown arrow shot
from the bowstring of a word.  Raven Heart by ann-emerald  EntrenchmentsSomeday, we will come back
When you walk among your fields
That lay peaceful in the pink sunset
You will remember the blood
And we will be here once more
When the noonday sun
Specks the silent plow with diamonds
You shall think of bayonets
And screams that tore as they fell
When your children run among the grasses
Shining ethereal in the twilight
You shall think of ghosts
And of ghost children that never were
The world has forgotten us
The earth will not forget
In our memory, is our revenge  letters by BeatrizMartinVidal

That's it for now, guys! Thanks so much for being a part of the Alliance! :w00t:
For more Allied Artwork, please check us out at :iconlit-visual-alliance:

'til next time,

The :iconlit-visual-alliance: Team: :iconladyofgaerdon: :iconevlydia: :iconazizriandaoxrak: :iconquiestinliteris: :iconvigilo:





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I am honored to 'be here'.
Thank you so very much. :heart: