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AN's Fortnightly Art Challenge!
caffinatedloz:
The bird tweeted from the cage.
As she flapped and flew.
Leaping and searching.
A frantic flurry of flapping wings.
She screamed for an escape.
Searched inside herself,
For something.
But instead found a pit,
A chasm of nothingness.
The silence inside herself was unbearable.
The darkness grew with every minute in that cage.
And just when that bird thought,
That the emptiness would consume her,
She took a deep breath.
She shut her eyes and existed in the chasm.
Fluttered her wings.
Reached deep within the abyss,
And found the sun.
PeriPeri101:
my entry for sun :D :D
milanander:
Late entry hehe, I came across this really cool artwork of the solar system while scrolling through facebook and thought I'd do something similar:
obviously not a legit solar system but close enough :P
progress(the background was already painted for me)
@Snow Leopard thank you so much!! :D
Erutepa:
Howdy Folks!
I will resume the role of Poet temporarily (have bought a wing, costume and everything for the gig).
The art for this fortnight has been amazing (as allways) - some really good poetry from laura, an amazing painting by milanander, and a very cool painting-poetry hybrid from periperi101. Good work guys!
For my submission (speaking now as a weird morphing of Erutepa and Poet) I have a collation of pictures and a piece of blackboard art attempting to simulate the style of bob ross. I must say I can honestly not tell the difference between bob ross' works and this on here though.
Here comes the sun
And next week's theme will be...FISHIESThis will end on the 15th of August.
Until then, happy arting!
caffinatedloz:
Little fish swim in shallow little ponds.
They lounge in the light, close to the surface.
Little fish let the sun warm their backs,
Grazing on the best weed the pond offers.
Little fish lie still as water washes over their bellies,
Letting the river take them where it wishes.
Little fish never EVER swim alone.
They certainly do not go exploring.
Little fish do not go chasing big rivers,
They don’t have adventures or go getting lost.
Little fish don’t go hurtling down rapids,
Getting sucked into the deep darkness.
But sometimes little fish wish they would.
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