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Facial Features haha get it? I'm sorry I love seeing the differences in everyone's style. If you decide to try my digital painting exercise, show me what you make and I'll feature it here to my 31, followers! If you're looking for critique, I'll make a note of that, too! Both parties need to have a CLEAR understanding of their rights, and ask any and as many questions until they feel as if they have the right information.

Assumption and dishonesty are not good business foundations, let alone become legal liability in the long run. Lying on any side is the most common action that leads to bigger situations that at time, will be dealt with legally. When someone commissions you for a design, you have many different types of ownership. The most common. That 'something' does not need to be extreme or particularly kinetic, it just has to show the effects of various forces on the bodies or other objects in the image.

Perusing an artifact, sitting on someone's knee, even enjoying the aroma of a cup of coffee are great examples of actions that, when explored as stock images, can be of great value to artists. Don't work beyond your skill level and observe all necessary safety precautions; no shot is worth getting hurt over. There are lots of gray areas like de minimus, fair use, fanart, and more. In this article, I won't be touching the gray areas. You venture there at your own risk. When you create an account here, you agree to abide by all of deviantART's policies and to not post work that does not legally belong to you.

And deviantART's policies mirror copyright law because, as a business dealing with intellectual property, deviantART has the responsibility of safekeeping its members and customers, you and me. What I plan to explain here is actually quite simple This means that if you think of something really great and create a piece of art about it, your physical piece of art is protected. View More. The idea of this project, which was initiated by Mrs-Durden , is to browse a category or sub-category that you do not necessarily visit frequently, or that you browse the least, collect some of the pictures you find stands out, and feature them in your journal!

Use the tag TheVoyage and make your own journal and share your discovery with the community! I have decided to go with Digital Art: Fractal Art. Resources Feature No. So glad to have you stop by! Welcome to our weekly Resource feature for devfeatures. Each week you can enjoy a collection of helpful resources, including tutorials, stock photos, educational projects, application resources, as well as progress shots, sketches and studies! I hope you find them useful and if you enjoy the feature, fav it or share it and help spread the word. You can promote your own resources by submitting them to our Resources Gallery folder or suggest your favourites from other artists in our Favourites or in the comments below.

Art Tutorials A tutorial on jersey fabrics. Color study on skin tones. I am bald! It is done. And it feels awesome. I just wanted to thank everyone for their support. It was a very great experience and I recommand it to everyone whishing to change a life Add this one let's hope the bastards don't change the code :. It should.

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The individual involved was injured and could have possibly been seriously injured or killed. This needs to stop now. Physical violence has no excuse. Only to find out they have needles inside and pierced her tongue ] The fan artist in question is Avimedes , a Taiwanese fan artist who draws primarily for Undertale. On May 10th she.

Rant time. Kind of gross too. I apologize. Read at your own risk. Some idiot had the nerve, the stupidity, the gut to tell me that 'being on your period isn't that bad. Stop being so dramatic. Periods SUCK! For days, you have blood pouring out of you and cramps that feel like someone is stabbing you with a knife. It doesn't stop there. You also experience back pain, cravings, sore chest, dizziness and headaches.

This will happen for the next years of your life. Tampons are an option but there's the risk of TSS. So either way, it sucks. Sleeping is a challenge. You move around a lot in your sleep so it is almost impossible not to overflow. Not all of this happens to every woman but it happens to me.

Critique Not Desired Dear watchers and folks wandering who happened to stumble here: Hi! Thanks for watching, visiting, using the stock! Critique is most useful to someone who is passionate about their craft and wants strongly to improve. Critique is not desired on the stock I post because it is presented "as is" to be used or not used by artists as they see fit.

They are not finished work, nor are they a works in progress. I have no intention on improving existing images, most notably because they are often taken months or years before they are posted. They are not polished photography or in most cases professional models. A girl shakes Her ass. Some dude does the same. Rowan Ricardo Phillips b. When I consider how my light is spent When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; Tide Would I have seen her?

The tide tugging her gently past the Comfort Inn; houses, tall and gabled, the bridge and its passersby. This is not a hidden place. The graze and drag of her, clumsy, obstructive in the divided caress of eelgrass. No search. Eight days. Soraya Peerbaye b. The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; — Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for Marie Annharte Baker b.

A Virginal No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness Ezra Pound Plenty The sky, lit up like a question or an applause meter, is beautiful like everything else today: the leaves in the gutters, salt stains on shoes, the girl at the IGA who looks just like Kevin Connolly b. Changming Yuan b. A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But Ella Wheeler Wilcox Sunlight, me, I stand with the sunlight. So warm people stop in their tracks, so bright people hold their breath. All the light in Wang Xiaoni b. The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Spencer Reece b. Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child, The Fish wade through black jade. Marianne Moore Kubla Khan Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And Samuel Taylor Coleridge Joanne Arnott b. Isabella Valancy Crawford O Pussy, my love, Edward Lear Rudyard Kipling O Captain! My Captain!

O the bleeding drops of red, Dream Jobs Random Link Clicker. Royal Bath Taker. Receiver of Foot Rubs and Praise. Ingenue Emeritus. Good Samaritan Emeritus.

Undersecretary of Trivial Pursuits. Chief Executive Napper. Chancellor of the Exchequer of the United Kingdom of Spring. Procurer of Unnecessary Hats. Empress of Ice Cream. Bear up, bear out, bear onward This mortal soul alone, To selfhood or oblivion, Incredibly thine own, — As the foamheads are loosened And blown along the sea, Or sink and Bliss Carman Song for a Silent Treatment. I told her, in plain language, how I felt. It doesn't matter. Allons, feignons David McGimpsey b. I step through snow as thin as script Watch white stars spin dizzy as George Elliott Clarke b.

That bitter hiding. My daughter picks up new habits from friends. Layli Long Soldier. Let the Ponies Out oh papa, to have you drift up, some part of you drift up through water through fresh water into the teal plate of sky soaking foothills, papa, to have your breath leave, escape you, escape the weight of bone, muscle and organ, escape you, to rise up, to loft, till you are all breath filling the room, rising, escaping the white Marilyn Dumont b.

Pale Blue Cover In the middle of the night Matt would fly to Vancouver so he could take a walk on the sea wall the next day, then go home. No one can imagine Matt teaching religion at George Bowering b. Here I am, a labyrinth, and I am a mess. I am located at the corner of Waterway and Bluff. I need your help. You will find me to the left of the graveyard, where the Wright Wolf Lake It was down that road he brought me, still in the trunk of his car. The way you know your blood can spring like a hydrant. That September, the horseflies were Elizabeth Bachinsky b.

You thought this myth arose from poor translation. I can attest to your misapprehension. My social studies teacher in grade 8, Ms. Rogers, believed it was customary for the Chinese to walk Weyman Chan b. Badlands Your father worked Drumheller while you ate and slept at home. He travelled the badlands, squatted below rocks, read books you never knew he read. He sat until his eyes strained to know what the prairie insisted he must see.

Once he found a hoodoo, toppled after centuries of reaching beyond the flattened earth we all become and remembering that, Mathew Henderson b. And yet I know that not for us, By any ecstasy of dream, He lingers to keep luminous Katherena Vermette b. Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Matthew Arnold England in An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares Sir Walter Raleigh Jerome Rothenberg b.

Chimwemwe Undi Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Sara Teasdale Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots But I am done with apple-picking now.

Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot From The Titanic: The Iceberg Calved from a glacier near Godhaven coast, It left the fiord for the sea — a host Of white flotillas gathering in its wake, And joined by fragments from a Behring floe Had circumnavigated it to make Pratt Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The Thomas Gray Echolalia Once one gets what one wants one no longer wants it.

One no longer wants what? One no longer wants what one wanted. Ian Williams b. Lynn Crosbie. What horror to awake at night What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Lorine Niedecker Matthew Rohrer b. Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground.

A thing I wrote about Sailor Moon Crystal by SarahsPlushNStuff on DeviantArt

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, Alexander Pope I am here to slay the dragon in the ready-made Susan Howe b. There are secret passwords you Joy Kogawa b. The Poet Out of the deep and the dark, A sparkling mystery, a shape, Something perfect, Comes like the stir of the day: One whose breath is an odor, Whose eyes show the road to stars, The breeze in his face, The glory of heaven on his back. He steps like a vision hung in air, Diffusing the passion of eternity; Yone Noguchi To an Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high.

Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad Housman You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. Charles Lamb Alice Notley b. K was supposed to come with the key, I was K was supposed to come with the key, I was to wait outside the gate.

I arrived on time, the time we had agreed on and waited, as agreed, outside the gate. I waited a long time, waited and waited, waited a very long time. I stood next to the security guard from Securitas, who also stood outside the gate. I waited, the security guard Ulrikka Gernes b. Under the Answering Sky I can manage being alone, can pace out convivial hope across my managing ground. Someone might call, later. I would catch, not my echo, but their guarantee that this Denise Riley b.

The sentence past is most irrevocable, A common thing, yet oh inevitable. Sherman Alexie b. I Am the People, the Mob I am the people — the mob — the crowd — the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? I am the seed Poetry I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.

Sighing, I sit, scribbling in ink this pidgin script. I sing with nihilistic witticism, disciplining signs with trifling gimmicks — impish hijinks which highlight stick sigils. The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould, Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold. Among the wild rice in the still lagoon, In monotone the lizard shrills his tune. The wild goose, Pauline Johnson Hail Hello from inside the albatross with a windproof lighter and Japanese police tape.

Adam Dickinson b. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. I think I should have loved you presently I think I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted honest eyes for you to see, And caught your hand against my cheek and breast; And all my pretty follies flung aside That won you to me, and beneath your gaze, Naked of reticence and shorn of pride, Spread like a chart my little Edna St.

Vincent Millay They Flee From Me They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune it Thomas Wyatt Hotel Centrale, Rotterdam I am awake between stiff sheets tonight in room thirty four, listening to the heat tick through the radiator, seeing a television pour out news of the war the war in the air, the war in the Gulf.

The walls vibrate with video light. This is no room for sleep anymore. There is no room for Daniel David Moses b. Why, Because the Dazzling Sun Ah! I was at peace, and drank your beams There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; A body of England Rupert Brooke I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, Andrew Marvell Milton Acorn — Kamau Brathwaite b.

Richard Harrison To be relationship advice for L. To be a more comfortable hospital bed for my mother. To be, in my spare time, America for my uncle, who wants to be China Chen Chen b. Experience The lords of life, the lords of life, — I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name; — Some to see, some to Now, speak!

Gregory Scofield b. Salmon Courage Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-five years later, still I could smell her fear. Then, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, as it does these thirty-five years later, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother. NourbeSe Philip b. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun, Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Not Horses What I adore is not horses, with their modern domestic life span of 25 years. Natalie Shapero b. Insomnia If I were to sleep, it would be on an iron bed, bolted to the floor in a bomb-proof concrete room with twelve locks on the door.

Kate Hall b. But I cannot leave them Adebe D. Sometimes a Voice 1 Sometimes a voice — have you heard this? Sometimes, even in the midst of making sense or Don McKay b. Spring When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear, The liturgy begins to echo itself and why does it matter?

If the ground-water is too scarce one can stretch nets into the air and harvest the fog. Kazim Ali b. Christian severity etched in the lines he draws from his mouth. Clearly a noble man who believes in work and mission. See how he rises from Armand Garnet Ruffo. Klein Liz Howard b. When Winter Comes Rain at Muchalat, rain at Sooke, And rain, they say, from Yale to Skeena, And the skid-roads blind, and never a look Of the Coast Range blue over Malaspina, And west winds keener Than jack-knife blades, And rocks grown greener With the long drip-drip from the cedar shades On the drenched deep soil where the footsteps But to look up from the leaves, remember, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of it Carl Phillips b.

Harryette Mullen b. Margaret Atwood b. Confessions What is he buzzing in my ears? Billy-Ray Belcourt. And so their bland-blank faces turn Margaret Avison The Dead How great unto the living seem the dead! How sacred, solemn; how heroic grown; How vast and vague, as they obscurely tread The shadowy confines of the dim unknown! Charles Heavysege Two Words: A Wedding There are things you have words for, things you do not have words for.

Wayde Compton b. Poor Speaker I understand you. I get it. You want me to understand. Got it. The Rights of Woman Yes, injured Woman! Go forth arrayed in panoply divine; That angel pureness which admits no stain; Go, bid proud Man his boasted rule resign, And Anna Laetitia Barbauld — One by one, Deep rooted in our souls, there springeth up Dark groves of human passion, rich in gloom, At first no bigger than an acorn-cup. Hope threads the tangled labyrinth, but grieves Till all our sins Charles Sangster Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Say this Was something reported as news On a day when your life came to no good. The new homeless drifting from row houses Along streets tamped down by the heedless And paved in afterthought. Out of hollows James Langer b. Riprap Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. Gary Snyder b. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow Rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing Madrigals. And I Christopher Marlowe I wanna live, son. But which son are you? Section 3: Zoinks! Comics, Politics and Identity. Military in China, Metamorphosis of the Phylactery: changes in Emanata from the Medieval Times through the 18th Century. It's A bid, It's a Plane, it's BeronaJohn A. SmithSteven M. What Inflamed the Iraq War?

The Perspectives of American Cartoonists. Matt Wuerker David A. Remembrances of My Father, Alberto Breccia. From Mexifornia to Newyorktitlan: East vs. West Meets the Mexican Tradition. Making People Laugh: Toms and K.

Yesudasan, Premier Cartoonists in Kerala, India. The Most Popular Polish Comics Comic Book Artists and Writers and Philosophers. Nigerian Cartooning and the Dearth of Female Cartoonists. A Stranger in an Strange Land? Guy Delisle Redraws the Travelogue. Thought Policing or Protection of Youth?

My Observations of Life & Trade in Japan

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