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Lit-Visual Alliance Allied Artwork Feature #7

Journal Entry: Fri Jan 18, 2013, 11:17 PM


 :wave: Hello my patient Allies! It's  (past) time again to showcase more of the excellent Allied Artwork pieces that have been making their way into our 


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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.

As usual, this feature is the result of the member poll which asked you, our lovely members, to vote for your favorite Allied Artwork submitted to the Featured Folder to be spotlighted in the article as the best. :w00t:




There was a tie for first place. So our first first place goes to *EstrangeloEdessa's atmospheric interpretation of *Antony-Hell's enchanting photograph.






Our second first place goes to *nightshade-keyblade's humorous ruminations of a rueful knight, based on `Mirz123's adorably detailed stamp.





Next is ~Owari999's emotive poem, inspired by ~Jordan-Roberts' gorgeous photo.





=Wordeea's romantic French prose, inspired by *SylveryFox's exquisite photo of San Francisco's streets.

inspired by




*trip-to-zion's thoughtful six word story inspired by ~Charmed-Ravenclaw's paper valentine.





~Oniksu's literary interpretation of *Detkef's haunting image.

LauraLaura,
Why?
You  were at the Youth Ball. I saw how you owned the flaring spotlight, how you twirled, and how you pirouetted across the marble floor—a manner that I consider inhumanly graceful—like a shrimp impulsively dancing in prism-stained waters. Your locks and your dress created this little blue-and-yellow vortex that flew to every corner of the room. Hands shaking, golden hair fluttering, you danced on and on and on . . . all while your gaze was fixed on Theodore.
Don’t  you know that he eyed you like you were a madwoman? Theodore threw you looks of awe, yes, but he was only mesmerized by your peculiar actions. He cocked his eyebrow often at you—stupid, you knew he was fed up!—but you did not stop dancing. Soon enough everyone else did the same: whispering and muttering about the demented girl before them.
Then they sent you away.  I  remember you were crying, flailing, and begging to stay as they dragged  you t
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*Goldenwolf's illustration of ^JZLobo's character.

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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:

Totems and Godhoodi. As a child, confronting giants.

I take the pine tree as my totem,
learn to love the nakedness of its nether-regions
and its northerly fibers stretched and waiting
for the weft to its warp.

Girlhood is still a part of me as the
learning what I am. In the end,
I haven't climbed a tree in a long time;
I am small, and scared, and ringed round with walls,
and I beg the moon to teach me
to use my pine trees as a ladder.

ii. In the way only young love can.

You, sir—
you are pine chips, and I carry you
like a fetish in my mind.

You are the first vampiric sweetness
to suck the breath from my body:
unknowing, the feeling of ye
   The Mating Season
The copse was luminous and inviting.
Balmy winds shifted and the leaves swirled in tuneful coils.
He crushed the vivid ambers and yellows with grimy boots;
Feet scuffing the supple earth with each enthralled step.

She inhaled a surging gust
and spread her arms in temptation.
Her warm breeze thrust him in
and he clung to her, obsessed.

Undeniably beautiful was she, that he didn't comprehend
the brambles that curled around her legs
and the twigs that rose in the deep red of her verdant hair.

Her lips were soft and her touch bewitching,
like the undisturbed soil next to a water's edge.
That's where he laid her down
and took
   The Page of Promise: A Winter Solstice TaleIn the depths of a night that's about to begin
with the feeling of snow as it melts on your skin
and it covers the land with a dream so intense
that it returns us all to a child's innocence
And then what you'd thought lost and could never retrieve
is suddenly there to be found on Christmas Eve
-Trans-Siberian Orchestra

The sound of her boots breaking the snow is delicate and light, like meditated, unhurried piano notes. She walks gracefully between the pine trunks, their needles making a cover for falling snow above her head. Her face, a frozen petal of porcelain, eyes of crystalline frost, is framed by the hood of her white, fur-lined
   The Vanishing HatI warned him once.
"Don't go!" I said
when he placed that hat
upon his head.
He turned to the side
and gave me a smile
and whispered to me
"Be back in awhile."
In a puff of dust,
in the blink of an eye
he was gone from this place.
and I'm left wondering why.

We'd come to this moment
from a time further past.
It all hinged on a glance
through shop window glass.
He'd stopped for a look
at a hat on display
in a shop on the corner
on a street on our way
to a theater in London
where we'd first started dating
a romantic reprieve
and I wouldn't be waiting.

"Don't go," I told him
in a jocular tone,
"or I'll go by myself
and leave you alone."
His fa
   Wail of the Welsh DragonThe dragon bowed his head in pain,
He'd fought many a battle and not been slain,
Neither sword nor lance could end his reign,
But now his time was ending.

Life had been a simple thing,
Patrol his lands on the wing,
In the mountain stronghold he was King,
And no one dared to doubt it.

But now the nights seemed so cold
And his flame was not so bold
Even dragons do grow old,
And he'd never felt so weary.

For many a moon he'd not been out,
A subject the peasants talked about,
And though they all may run and shout,
In their way they loved him.

Yes, they may have fled and hid,
But cruelty was not his to bid,
He just did what drago
   Acid Girl 04She once told me that Mexican nights were shorter
With enough pills, October can be one long day
Those eyes never promised calm waves or Novocain

There's tequila in our mouthwash
The problem is I don't see this as a problem anymore
Nine out of ten dentists recommend swallowing the worm

An air conditioner is smoking somewhere downstairs
I breathed in the cold second hand and the minute stopped moving
We're only alive part time- cashing our rain checks in rubber boots

On the weekends, she doesn't know that it's the weekend
I'm always aware of footprints in the mud and snow
If they take the trash, it's Thursday

The puppy calendar on
   Beautiful DayThere are some days that are inherently beautiful.
Hot green-yellow days in August-- or July, but never June-- where everything seems still, like you're the only person in the world, because all the normal people are inside with their air conditioners, and all the birds are resting, and you lie down on the grass and it feels like it's just you and the great growing plant world that surrounds you, and it's utterly still, the only moving air caused by your breath, and for a minute you know what peace is. And then the air stirs, and you hear a lawn mower in the distance and smell the fresh-cut grass, and some laughter or shouts in the distance because some kids are playing something, but it's still quiet in your empty space of green, even when a car goes by, even when suddenly a pair of twittering birds flies overhead, two dark spots against the blue bit of sky overhead.
Days in the winter when the clouds are thick and heavy, like a flannel sweater over the world, and they're shaking down
   The Wailing: TeaserPart I: The Sirens
The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.
The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.
Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.
‘I’ll follow later,’ I said.
   SymbiosisApnoea reigns,
and love
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
lungs
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
strives
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
as immortality
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
 




Before I close, I'd like to remind you all about our Winter Alliance Contest going on right now! Deadline is March 1st. We need more entries, so please check it out! :please: I've also added more PRIZES! :squee:

I'd also like to bring your attention to a Story Illustration Contest being held by Alliance regular ^JZLobo. :D



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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#Lit-Visual-Alliance presents our Sixth Feature, showcasing visual art based on literature, and literature based on visual art.
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Thanks so much for the feature! I really appreciate it :la:
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Mood: Cheerful ~Oniksu Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
OMG LAURA'S THERE. THANKYOUTHANKYOU. <3
And congratulations to all! :D

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=LadyofGaerdon Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
No problem. :D
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=QuiEstInLiteris Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
:la: Aww, thanks Rain!
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=LadyofGaerdon Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
Anytime. :D
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^JZLobo Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I really hope this strums up interest for my contest!
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^JZLobo Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I really hope this strums up interest for my contest!
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=LadyofGaerdon Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
No problem. :)
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*nightshade-keyblade Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconcongratssignplz: to everyone! And thank you so much for the feature. It really means a lot to me :blushes: :love:
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=LadyofGaerdon Jan 19, 2013  Professional Writer
No problem. :D
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