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Winter Alliance Contest!

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 12, 2012, 8:22 PM

:wave: Greetings, fair Allies! It is my pleasure to announce the Winter Alliance Contest! :party:


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!

Because I, your founder, have a deep and abiding love for the seasons, this group will now host seasonal contests, and as the Autumn Contest is now over, it is time for Winter to reign. :aww: 

The contest starts right now, and ends March 1st. At that time, the Spring Contest will begin. :la:

The rules of the contest are simple: create a work of art, centered loosely around the theme of Winter, based on another work of art (literature based on visual artwork or visual artwork based on literature, in keeping with the theme of the group). The theme is very open to interpretation. As you can see from the rather ridiculously long inspiration feature below, there are a multitude of winter-related subjects out there. Just a small sampling would be: snow, ice, cold, holly, ivy, Christmas (and the associated stockings, Christmas trees, Santa, elves, reindeer, tinsel, ornaments, presents, etc,), all the other various holidays that occur this time of year - Hanukkah, Kwanza, Yule/Solstice (actually the Solstice can be a winter subject separate from the Pagan holiday, just as the shortest day of the year). This contest is going until March 1st, so Valentines Day also counts as a winter holiday for the purposes of this contest, and is an accepted subject. These are just ideas, however, and I've no doubt you can think of things I didn't. :D

This does NOT have to be a new piece! HOWEVER, what I really don't want you to do is find an old winter poem or painting and then search for a corresponding artwork that you think kinda sorta goes along with it. That's cheating, my dears. This contest and this group is all about being inspired by different types of artwork! Also, it's unlikely to help you win. 
Entries will be judged on the following criteria, in order:
 :bulletred: How well the deviation ties into the inspiring piece.
:bulletgreen: How well the deviation ties into the Winter theme.
:bulletred: Impact
:bulletgreen: Quality
:bulletred: Creativity


1st: 200 :points: + feature by LadyofGaerdon and Lit-Visual-Alliance

2nd: 150 :points: + feature by LadyofGaerdon and Lit-Visual-Alliance

3rd: 100 :points: + feature by LadyofGaerdon and Lit-Visual-Alliance

Deadline: March 1st
Entries are unlimited! Go wild! :iconlawooplz:

Please submit entries to the Winter Contest folder. 

To help you guys get into the spirit and start those creative juices flowing, here is a feature from our brand new Winter Inspiration favorites folders: Please note that the inspiring deviation does not have to be one of these! It's just to give you an idea. More Winter Inspiration can be found in our Favorites Folders and you are free to suggest Winter-themed pieces as well. Soon I will be opening up folders for the other seasons that you will be welcome to submit to also. 

perpetual decemberwould you give me your december?
i am holding out my frail plywood wrists
and begging you for something
too heavy for either of us to hold
[though you are somehow cradling it
in your fractured celestial mind].
would you sing december to me?
would you play it in thirds
and mold it into something i can see?
i would give the dying bamboo
on my window sill to feel you again
[like when you cut your hands on raw selenite
but they don't bleed].
december is slipping out of our reach.
she is slipping quietly out the door
and i have my hands held high
like sentinels of the sky
and my eyes closed in patient rapture.
but you?
you are slipping quietly out of my reach,
out the door
[you did not want to interrupt me;
me and my goddamn emotional revolution.
i am awake and it is not december anymore,
but there are dead leaves on the kitchen table
and it is time for me to go
[i am left with falling in love with people i don't know,
and wishing,
i will see you again].
  I Have Always Loved WinterI have always loved winter
With its caressing touch of icy-bright fingers
That stroke past my flesh with a tingle that lingers
A crystalline splinter
I have always loved winter
She was constantly cold
Her skin was of porcelain, her hands were of snow
And timidly soft into my hands they’d go
But her lips were more bold
She was constantly cold
Like embers her kisses
That latched onto mine like a coal hotly dropping
Down fast onto ice sheets without sign of stopping
And sputters and hisses
Like embers her kisses
But I liked the cold best
That bit of her most like a clear, frozen shard
And it pleased me to see her grow pallid and hard
More than the rest
I liked the cold best
And hard she did grow
When the winter’s invidious, envious chill
Slipped into her heart and set out to kill
That angel of snow
And hard she did grow
I crept into her tomb
Before they could padlock and shut the door fast
I crawled quietly in for a parting look last
At her in her room
I crept into her tomb
  Of treesDeep ghost-groves of freckled aspen
burn white beneath the winter sun,
whisper hoary adulation,
canticles for the Holy One.
And in the trees, the spirits dance
betwixt the motes of starry snow
illuminated by the lance
of lightning flash and candle glow.
All lights within this place combine,
reflect in splendour, white on white,
and mingle in a trance sublime
that breathes in peace through winter night.
The lofty heads of stately pine
rear up and brush the lowered sky
as if they could, by straightened spine,
so please the God who built them high.
Their incense needles, fragrant, fall
in silence to the chapel floor
and still above, they shade the hall
where ghosts who come by night adore.
Black on black, and brown by green,
create a hush bereft of light
where one may linger safe, unseen,
and sleep in peace through winter night.
   Winter's Kissi saw winter dancing
so i grabbed her
and pulled her in for a kiss.
with a sweet, slow
i swept her off
her feet,
and carried her down to summer.
   to be born in the rainThe sky's cold tears fall
mingling with the salty trails on my face.
I am born with a winter's rain
caressing my newly formed cheeks,
stiff limbs taking first steps through puddles -
tiny oceans gracing black pavement.
So this is what it feels like
b r e a t h e
fresh, cold air floods tender senses,
tingling and full of a thousand new smells
connected with sights and sounds.
Birth is a cold, fresh, marvelous thing
pulsing and swaying to the discordant music
of new life.
  Frozen MemoriesBy accident,
I found her tombstone.
It lay buried beneath snow,
encased in ice,
under a canopy of white held aloft by the trees.
I had been walking,
as I often do,
on the clouds of steam rising from my mouth,
and what they meant to me,
when my foot caught hold of the crumbling cross,
and sent me tumbling down...
I caught myself on hands in a sea of crystal white,
flesh stinging from the cold,
my foot aching in pain,
burning hot in the winter wood.
Why would there be a grave here?
What poor soul would be forever lost in this hollow?
in the cold,
throughout the fading light,
and into a darkness of falling snow,
I worked to unmask the grave,
and reveal the name of the damned.
I toiled for hours,
until my fingers went numb and bled,
spilling red upon the white,
a contrast so stark in hurt my eyes,
but in such beauty that was not lost on me,
until I could reveal the faint carvings that were letters.
Her name was as beautiful as I'm sure she was in life,
  December BuddhaDecember cracks open like hazelnuts,
crinkled brown and brittle, dry from the fire,
cold-crisp and crunching as needles of pines.
As usual, wisdom comes just in time,
reminder to hold on to my forest,
to my stories, to make myself buddha.
I am lacking, no quiet rain-buddha,
born, as I was, a tight-curled hazelnut,
but I do send roots into my forest,
and in summer spread Colorado fire.
I find that more and more I pass the time
among the kings that are my totem pines.
In North Carolina, December pines
not for sun but for a softer buddha,
a figure to remind the month that time
ends not with January; hazelnut,
it curls in on itself, warm with the fire.
It is my roots, winding through the forest.
Some days I wait for rain in my forest.
I love how it trickles down my crown-pines
to soften days and keep away brush-fire.
In the spring I am not a flame-buddha,
want only streams for floating hazelnuts:
all my riddle answers are, "time, time, time."
The mackintosh flesh marks the passing time:
 :thumb279281658: :thumb276854256:  Peace On EarthFreedom is not free
                                     Love, it never lasts
Forgiveness has its limits,
                                               We are trapped within our pasts.
all the bodies fall,
all the blood is shed,
Where is the  " g i f t "  we fought for?
Is there a reason that we're dead?
And one tin soldier watches
As cities
                And bodies
 :thumb275055103:  Christmas DollIridescent pearls slid along
silken strands of ebony lock
Garland and feathers enhancing
The fragrance of pine encrusted misery
A young girl sits, back arched,
Hands clasped, nails preened
Christmas ruffles and bows
Encompass her small form -
A merry little doll of seasonal fluff
Her eyes, limp, with sullen pout
Her smile a painted decoy
Santa looks down at the child,
"and what would you like for Christmas?"
The camera flashes; her eyes glinting -
A seeming merry sparkle.
She just asks for the picture.

Mature Content

  why i'm scared of ghostsdear ghost of christmas past,
it's christmastime.  christmas eve, to be exact.  i can't look outside without seeing the shimmer of the snow, like tiny fireflies etched into each flake.  glistening strands of colorful bulbs christen the neighborhood, like they're declaring us worthy of a little light.  
i'm shivering like i got caught in a snow bank, and i'm blinking like i'm hoping my eyelashes will tangle together and pull my lids closed.  
i was wondering; if dreams are so pretty, why do they shatter like sherry glasses against tile as soon as we open our eyes?  maybe they aren't meant for us to hang on to, cause the most beautiful things are only ever viewed at a glance.
(any more than that, and you start to notice the bloody color of the sky and the way the roses smell more bitter than sweet.)
and i was thinking that's why snow gives itself over to the wind so easily, cause looking too closely at your hand linked through m
 :thumb275943526:  The Thin HoursI.
Those of us here in this skeleton time,
this time of the year when the nights are thin
and dark, and dark with anxiety, peeling
as layers of an oyster shell, brittle and effaced
and somehow iridescent.
When the bell tolls out the time the sound is thin
and reaches into fractured air and softly
seeks the spaces between the atoms and
misses the vital Os and CO2s in a lasting,
failed pinball. The bell sound dies in
some space between midnight and thereafter,
and each tock tock of slipping cogs is
a repeat and not a moving on.
The air is filled with each dull sound,
each tock a repeat and a repeat again. And the
slip between this old year and the new is the
slip of ice on ice, a thing that will melt and
lose its meaning before the sun can rise.
These dead hours can spin out with
no regard for time, and
no regard for the drub of a beating heart
and – no regard
        none at all.
The moth at the window is a silent ghost, but
the wind has
  we should celebratei.
i tried to think of pain as a flower,
first it blossoms
  and then
  it wilts away.
but i won't let myself disappear
along with it,
i won't
give you that.

(it's not the agony that makes
me scream, it's the flavor).
and you whispered softly
"i'll rip your heart out and replace it
with a song,
it's christmas soon, and
we should celebrate".
  you've always used my scars
  as a calendar,
  as a way to remind yourself
  "today is tuesday
  and i still exist".
(it's morning now because
i can see
the sunlight
through my eyelids
and imagine
a bright summer day,
the flowers are
  Phantoms Of Another UniverseLook.
I'll tell it like it was.
Static clung to the air
like ornaments on a Christmas tree
and we were graced with the odd arced lightning.
Oh, it was cold.
so cold.
I remember not seeing,
my fingers frozen off as
feeling receded from them
like waves on a beach.
how could I even be sure
they were.
the forgotten memory of a sunset
lay imprinted on my brain,
and its absence made the night
emptier than ever.
we waited.
we waited for the moon to rise,
for the clouds to shift,
for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop
(like lost travelers stumbling
in the desert waiting for an
oasis mirage to shatter their
we waited, questioning our existence,
questioning this formation of
questioning the light that remained
(like questioning "how in the world did
I lose that!" and it turns out you hadn't—
you'd been waving it, flailing it, even,
(incredulously) in your hand)
we waited.
and one year later,
one eternity l
  EnoughI'm holding on to secrets so tightly my hands start to burn.
Winter has come full-force, wind sending the windows quivering against their panes and snow blanketing the Earth in an ivory sheen.  We're all bundled up inside, pressed together for warmth to maybe give a bit of it to the not-still-living locked up in a metallic casket no bigger than a shoe box. The mix of flowers –yellow roses, her favorite– and the musty smell of the funeral home permeates everything, makes my nose crinkle up and eyes sting, spilling over with tears.
The sea of nameless, faceless acquaintances part as I walk forward, cold hands on my back and muted, guilty I'm sorrys assaulting my ears, prolonging my mission. I meet the table, watch my Aunt sniffle and move on her way, pausing to wipe her tears on my shoulder and hug me tight.
I take my turn, all eyes on me. They know,
they know.
Her face stares back at me, a dozen pressed beneath glass, her hair in a bob the color of driftwood a
  Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3)I'm so cold I feel it down to the bones,
sitting in the dining hall trembling
over my cup of tea. A huge Christmas
tree twinkles merrily beside me in red, blue, silver, pink and gold.
Patients huddle together outside to talk,
but I'm forbidden to join them,
trapped inside the ward on a category four.
They're all strangers to me, I've spoken to no one.
Smoking their cigarettes in faded pajamas,
looking tired and worn down,
lips twisting into smiles as the smoke
curls down into their lungs.
Nurses find me hiding from evil spirits in the cupboard.
They let me stay inside, safe until the panic stops and
the shadows disappear, give me blankets
to stay warm, until they take me by the hand and lead me out.
Two psychiatrists come to speak with me
While insects pour from my lips
And satellites speak of the death of stars
The voices scream at me
But I talk.
They want me to trust them
They want me to stay alive.
A nurse takes six canisters of my blood,
a deep frothy red. It pours out of my
   Sojourner III.
The icicle crests of pine-needle tiaras
Had settled onto the crisp craniums of pale
Rouge and foundation-frosted pinecones.
The multi-faceted snow-tipped noses were open
To the hushed aria of breathing with undertones
Of whispers suggesting: sway… shatter.
He registered ashen snow and Fibonacci sequences
In the scales of the pinecone, in the evergreen
Needles, and in the steadily increasing flurries.
At a stalemate for minutes past dusk and hours
Until dawn, the evening's lunar fluorescence had
Peaked in reflective moonlight and begun to dim.
Skyward flurries took of frost as he overtook
Diminishing footprints; the soil had lost its warmth.
Presently the frangible flakes were solidifying.
Tireless sets of footprints, encrusted by an iced-glaze
Like a frozen sheen of sweat and dead grass parted
Like a middle-aged man's baldness, were visible
Beneath the conifer's knotted limbs and the
Tin-to-the-touch snowflake-threaded needles.
Photonegative greys and gossamer silver ton
  FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
 :thumb214099159:    The Angeli am no winter.
walking behind tombstones
so i can't see the names
i try remembering
this place
from before.
someone indebted to me stands on the far side of the water.
i watch them as they lift their hand to me, then turn away.
they no longer owe me anything.
i trace in blue
a white seashell.
to look at myself
i must look down.
i am a notion
inside myself.
after a few years
i look back up.
the river floods every spring,
the water doing the impossible, taking every path
at once.
the wind flattens my clothes against me.
emptiness comes and pulls away.
too intelligible
to merely exist
we have our own lives.
the snow touches the field.
not endless,
    but beyond reach.
something like a harp
sits at the window,
sipping out of a cup.
"resuscitate the sphere:
     touch the circle."
the Book of Shapes
never gets read
or written.
what has become
is never undone,
just buried.
the snow replaces the moon
as what you might confid
 :thumb291735197:  Winter's SongMy grandmother used to tell me that on a clear summers day you could find the colour of everyone's eyes in the surroundings.  I could never find the colour of mine, on those beautiful days where the sun spun my hair into gold and the wind tickled my cheeks.  I could never find the exact shade, but I didn't tell her.
At dusk today I found the exact colour in the sky.  I have winter song eyes.  They are the colour of the sky when the birds have sung their last note and tiny snowflakes have just begun to fall.  Snowflakes so small that you can never catch any; if you did I'm sure they would taste of magic.  Maybe winter songs only come along once every decade, only when you need to feel that the world is at peace.
I have eyes the colour of winter's song, maybe you can find your peace there.
  DecemberMy hands are
black with soot
and shiny with grease;
the embers lie low.
The air grew teeth.
We sit alone
in our separate dreams
and entertain the shade
of what was lost.
Our fingers will twitch
with phantom pain-
our mouths will run dry.
Everything I am,
outweighed, overcome
by a fistful of
words with teeth;
as heavy as gold,
as poison as lead,
and I can't write poetry
because I said I would
leave you alone
and you never leave the lines-
you are there between them,
every one.
  WinteringIt's a canvas of mouthings,
of open throats, that wave of grey.
Storm clouds pass like sails torn,
loosing their limbs to the wind
with each stroke of the brush.
There's a symphony in the rush
of them, howling their wolfcry, O -
breathings holes into the fabric,
Lethe leaving their lungs. And low,
tugging at the hymns that line the sky,
the moon, sister of a stone,
rises, rises with her hood of bone.
  ghostin cold air
breath lingers
like a ghost
  AirYou do not have to be empty.
Go, now, to the high places, the thin spires
of mountains and skyscrapers
the roof of your house, tipped with snow,
and fill yourself up with the air.
Drink it in, taste it, roll it around
on your tongue, feel it settle
in the caverns of your lungs. Feel the dust
and the ice crystals and the scraps of newspaper
brush your lips, and fill yourself with them, too.
Fill yourself up with the moonlight, the frost,
the dusky rose of the rising sun,
the night, the morning, the calls of birds,
the sillhouettes of telephone poles,
the shadows of people and clouds and alley cats
that dance across the pavement.
Fill yourself with the feel of your lover's hands,
the smell of the cold wind (mint and forests)
the taste of afternoon tea, the sight
of birds pinwheeling in the snow.
You do not have to be empty.
  l'hiver.(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:
the grand church of dizzying space - )
and the trees are yellowed in cowardice, raking the sky
to the ground and around and around.
listen to your organs: the almost grand piano of the
churches i'd never attend.
and never mistake the courage of the sky for the cowardice
of the ground. never frown, never frown.
listen to your palms: the salty swing of the old snow
burning up on silk and splendor.
and visit the dying snow birds in their graves of the
ground, and they drown and drown.
(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:
a grand church of dizzying space will reply. why. why.
would my white birds die.)
  the promises of winteri will wear gloves from
now until march.  this is something
i decided last year and i am
determined to stick to it.
if there is anything to which i will
adhere, any self-set rule i will follow,
this will be it.  and i will
know myself better for it.
when i am handed a
hot white mug of peppermint tea
i will not be burned because of
these gloves.  and when there is
snow all over the place, when the
streetlamps are cold with it,
my hands will be
ecstatic with heat.  
my only fear is the wearing-out
of fabric.  my hands are put to
good use every day and i can see this
becoming a kind of problem.  i will
have to guard my hands very carefully
from now until march.  i will
treat them as glass.
 :thumb277651414:  Radioactive Snowflakes                                         Oh boy, boy, boy
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM
                                        "Oh boy, boy, boy
               Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
               bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"
For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
...and I
measured it all in half-life
                                          Oh boy, boy boy
That arct
 :thumb197580834:  Memoir Of A Summer GirlI've been called an ice princess.
A frigid queen that couldn't shake the icicles dangling from her heart or even melt the first crust of snowy powder along these veins long enough to feel something... anything at all.
And every time someone would say these things to me I would smile sweetly, numbly because I couldn't feel.
But yet, their eyes dance over my breasts as if to a staccato tune only they can hear, and their tongue wets their lips as if tequila were thrust in front of a recovering alcoholic that is still thirsty.
Again I tilt my head and smile, unfeeling, knowing their eyes are burning holes into my skin.
The seams of my clothing unraveling around me, fabric combusting, leaving me standing before them naked - a mass of invisible scars and bruised flesh where their lips once kissed me too hard.
I know they only see puckered nipples or the near-dampness between my thighs.
Not the girl in here.
Not the summer girl I had once been.
Their fingers splayed across my ribcage as if fe
  December RainDecember Rain
So it was the end of December.
There was a steady rain touching the peaks
of our eyes' tiniest lashes
to shroud them in cracked drops
that would ice over as your breath did.
(why was it so cold?)
It was to make them as strong as steel,
though they crumbled like dust, nearly
collapsing from the wind flurrying around.
(I could trace it from the rain and
carcasses of leaves that stuck to its sound)
And each and every note that left your pharynx
was the color of a dead blue, blending in
so it was invisible under all the noise in the background.
And I stood, waiting for the time your mouth would just stop and
for you to understand how much time could hurt
when abused and left out to dry like a towel in the sun
on a day like today.
With each tick of the clock I rocked on these nearly-new feet
and tried to taste the remnants of autumn wafting from the lawn.
(that was my favorite season, though it won't come again)
Though when I saw the lights go out in your eyes,
  FrostI am devouring chaos,
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild.  Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
  Th' Braw MountainsCome to the wild places, the high and lonely places.
Inhale beauty, in the form of icicle air and pine dust.
Touch it, the cold mountain soil, and rejoice.
Let the wind fill you and find the point inside all of us,
Where you reach out over the forest,
And fly without leaving the ground.
Sure and proud, like the eagles around you.
Let your hair lift and whip, flushing your cheeks
And awakening your bones. Spin at the peak of mountains,
Glorying in the cold clean height. Laugh for it.
And when you are tired from the air,
Come and rest on the rough hills, amongst the brown and gold gorse
And feel sunlight thaw the wind-seeds. Watch the loch and love it.
Not for the beauty but because it is there. The comforting age,
The bedrock of your soul.
Stand in the bitter river on sharp stones and know you live,
That the land loves you for its Maker's child.
Exult in the cold and the warmth and above all the immensity
Of the weight of the world around you.
Wrap the landscape around your body,
  thawingmy love,
i swear, there is a ghost beneath my bones.
she slides around the rungs of my ribs, gentle like a lover's hands but cold, so unlike yours. i lay in bed at night, days after you have gone, your jacket and seven blankets struggling to keep me warm -but her arctic touch seeps deeper, slides its way past my lips and settles in places i swore only you could touch. and i am left gasping, arching, desperate for a body one hundred and thirty eight miles away, a voice that doesn't seem nearly as warm after traveling through the airwaves, a spring that only exists in your arms.
because i miss laughter, i miss your eyes, i miss the feeling of thawing after forty days in the tundra of my own heart, and two in yours.

Path from autumn to winter by Aydra Winterheart by EmberRoseArt :thumb184001878: Winterspell by GingerKellyStudio SNOW by lisans Blossoms of the Frost by AkubakaArts My Last Breath by moondragonwings Snowflakes with Amurshaya by Eltasia Winter by TamMebonia Nightly Kiev. 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Now go and get creating! :eager: 

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

P.S. YES there will be new features and polls published soon! So keep submitting to the Featured Folder all you like! As always, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask! :D

#Lit-Visual-Alliance announces their Winter Contest.
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WaitingForTheWorms Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014
:bow: :bow: Thanks a lot for the feature. :blushes:
elena-landry Featured By Owner May 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
say whah now? A lit contest? [link]
count me in!
Ambiguous-Catharsis Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
When are the results coming out?
Eltasia Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2013
Thanks so much for including me in your amazing feature! :huggle:
mirz333 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2013   General Artist
I found huge inspiration in this picture ---> [link] Unfortunately, I won't have it done in time. But I'm entering another contest with this piece. Thanks so much for the challenge and inspiration.
RainyhawaiiV2 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
How many times can I enter a submission?
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2013  Professional Writer
Submissions are unlimited. :)
AeternusVotum Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wait ... wait, what? :o
How come that I have missed the winter's contest until now?
Oh gosh, I hope I will find the time! >o<
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013  Professional Writer

I'm sorry! I should be posting more reminders, perhaps..^^;

You've still got some time!
AeternusVotum Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha, no, don't worry ... normally I would put journals like this into an extra folder of mine but I seem to have overlooked this one :o

Anyway, I hope that I will be able to participate, too >w< We'll see :)
Selimeia Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Does the inspiration piece need to be one from this journal or can I take it from anywhere? :)
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Professional Writer
As long as it is on dA, it can be anything. :)
Selimeia Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Okay, thanks :)
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Professional Writer
Sure. :)
Avatar-720 Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Does the inspiration piece need to be linked in the artist's comments for their own piece?

I can't imagine you're psychic, but I like to make extra sure. :)
EnchantedWhispersArt Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
thanks so much!
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2013  Professional Writer
Sure. :)
GoldenCadillac Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the feature <3 :heart:
GingerKellyStudio Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
this is a stunning feature! & wonderful contest =D
Thanks for including my Winterspell in the feature :hug:

I'll do my best to help promote the contest on my front page
x9mmxtragedyx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012  Student Photographer
thank you for the feature ^___^
MusicPhotoPhoenix Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012
So I have two questions. One: does the inspiration have to be from dA, or could it be something like Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening? Two: do song lyrics work for literary inspiration?
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Professional Writer
The inspiration, whether literature or visual, must be a deviation here on dA. That's because the point of the group is to get artists on deviantART to be inspired by each other's work. :) If the song lyrics are on dA, you're good.
MusicPhotoPhoenix Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012
Juli-SnowWhite Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012   Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the feature :hug:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2012  Professional Writer
H34 Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Student Writer
Can I participate even if i'm not from a English-native country?
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Professional Writer
Unfortunately, since not all of the judges speak multiple languages, if it is a Literature entry, it must be in English.
Prulicious Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012
I'll be sure to enter! Can we do both a picture inspired on literature and literature based on a picture or can we only do one?
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Professional Writer
Yes! You can enter as many times as you like, with literature and visual deviations. :)
mvdirector Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Where do I enter?
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2012  Professional Writer
You enter here: [link]

Thanks for your interest!
mashamaklaut Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the feature! :heart:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Welcome. :heart:
AliceMeichi Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you again for the honor of being featured here! :)
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
You are most welcome. :)
TamMebonia Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012
So many wonderful contests around this time of the year and so little time. But at least this one's for the whole winter. I may try to participate
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
I really hope you do! :eager:
TamMebonia Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012
I'll certainly try my best! :#1:
baspunk Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012
thank you so much :)
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Welcome. :)
incolor16 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
awesome! thank you for including me here :heart:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Sure. :)
UNexperienced Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2012
i wish i know english much better!:( Thx for inspiration:)
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
No problem. You're welcome! :)
DraculaRosa Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi, I am here on behalf of AnotherContestGroup, I have listed this contest in our journal [link]. Please contact us if you have any questions or if there is any changes to the contest. Also please send us a note if you are interested in our Poll Feature or the Winner's Package, for more information please read our FAQ questions #6 &19 [link].

Thank you, :iconanothercontestgroup: :iconacg-pointsdonations:
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks so much! :)
DraculaRosa Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem! Have a happy holiday~
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2012  Professional Writer
You too!
plantiebee Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you so much for including my Lucia painting in the inspiration artwork! Who knows, I may even write something ;) Great idea for a contest, good luck everyone!
LadyofGaerdon Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Professional Writer
You're very welcome. Hope to see you enter! :D
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