Thu Dec 6, 2012, 11:22 AM
Hello my beautiful Allies! It's time to announce the winners of our Autumn Alliance Contest!
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!
We didn't have an extraordinary amount of entries, but the entries we did receive were extraordinary.
We had a tough time choosing the winners, but choose we did. And here they are.
In First Place
The White Lady of the NorthShe among the grass did briefly dwell,
The White Lady, Forerunner of the North Wind,
But she is the end of Autumn's gold.
Her touch is ice. Her kiss is cold.
I will greet her with fire in my hands,
And whisky in my mouth.
The judges agreed that the author really
took the original photo and made the idea their own,
wringing every last ounce of imagery and inspiration
and weaving it into the poem.
In Second Place
I am as autumnI am as autumn,
dropped barefoot into some fleeting role,
self-destructing in the sterile cold
while passersby note only
their ephemeral beauty.
I was meant
as an actress, diaphanous and
bridging the small gap between
I was born to wither and
to sink and
obedient as a child,
I tried to die
in that space before snowfall,
that melancholy breach
but there must be something in me
that is not yet dead,
that refuses to rot.
when the snow finally came,
I was stale and stagnant,
when all else was newly
now, in the dim half-light before
springtime, I am thin
and fragile, waiting only for
The judges felt that this image was very evocative
of the inspiring poem, had a similar feel,
and that the influence of the
poem was readily apparent.
In Third Place
Nuclear FallThe world of man had passed; in his ignorance he'd died,
Despite his expectations, though, nature would not subside
An arrogant harvester, gave himself absolute worth
Oh, but if only he could have heard dear Nature's mirth
Man's creations crumbled, his poison dissipated,
Bodies beset by scavengers, pecked at, eviscerated,
And nature's gentle cycles kept on spinning even still,
The trees had leaves of amber once the air began to chill
For all of mankind's worry,
Himself alone did he kill
The judges were impressed with how well the author
interpreted the inspiring image, especially
in a fixed form.
AfforestThe last darkness will fall like autumn leaves
Dusky ground covered with many coloured twilights
(do you see all the lovely greys?)
Underneath which ghosten happiness lays buried
(spring was too far away. Alas)
The last darkness is falling like autumn leaves
Dusky ground covered with beaten light's corpse
(do you see all the dimmed colours?)
Underneath which darkened May Day lays buried
(spring is too far away. Alas)
The last darkness has fallen like autumn leaves
Dusky ground covered with still-frozen time
(do you see all the solemn blacks?)
Underneath which doomed Freya lays buried
(spring will be to far away. Alas)
The judges loved the originality in form and style
in this image, and how it captured the dark
atmosphere of the inspiring poem.
Our other entries were also fantastic! And so we shall feature them here as well.
This piece has such a wonderful fall feeling.
The original prose piece obviously
inspired the artist greatly.
Autumn SorrowStill dark water flows by, dotted by autumn leaves. The orange has faded, now, wilted, turned brown as the season has passed. Trees stretch their dark, naked arms towards the sky, praying for sunlight, for warmth, for life. But their prayers will go unheeded for months to come as snow and frost cover all in a thick, cold, soft blanket. The world stands at Winter's door.
Silent steps descend the stairs, the sound hidden by the mournful singing of the small river. Naked feet, red with cold, step on grey stone painted with frost. Dead, brown grass crunches and breaks as the person, dressed in robes of grey, kneels before the wailing statue by the river.
Mourning grey. That is what the color is called, the one the person's robes are. They cover everything but hands, face and feet, rag-like and torn. They cannot hide the shaking shoulders as the mourner prays to the statue, the grey stone frozen in grief, both hands covering the face.
Naked feet, red with cold, step silently onto the stone.
The whimsical, fantasy style
of the drawing is lovely; much of the
poem made it into the image, while the artist
still made it her own interpretation.
Leaves and LeavingTurning leaves remind me that some people change along with the seasons.
Leaf. Leaves. Leaving.
Hush. If you listen real close, you can hear leaves laughing as they let go of the twigs that adore them. They flutter quietly to the ground, their graceful suicides silent to everyone except their beloved branches.
Look, the world is orange and jagged and rusted. It is decadence and leaves and leaving. It is home, it is heaven, and it is hell.
One by one, the trees ignite themselves and we watch their soundless self-destruction unfold. Whole forests seem to go up in flames without smoke. Sometimes we take pictures.
We are only left with black and brown skeletons that patiently wait to be buried under white.
I spend my entire autumn watching things die.
The artist took inspiration from both
a visual and a literature deviation
to create this vibrant image.
Thank you so much to everyone who entered! We are thrilled to see our members inspired by one another and hope that you'll continue to create inspired art
and submit it to our featured folder. Our Winter Contest will be announced in a few days!
Until next time...
I'm honored to have placed. Thank you very much!
wow, thanks so much for the honorable mention and your lovely words!!!!
You're most welcome!
Congrats to the winners!
Somehow the last two entries have the same text?
Somehow the last two entries have the same text?
...it was not intentional. Thanks for catching that for me!
Yay! :applaud: Congrats to all our winners!