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I haven't been active for a very immense long time on Deviantart.
This online magazine has a home at www.fashionpushzine.com
There were some intense things going on and I wasn't able to give art, make it or even think about.
It was a weird proces for me but here it is.
Speaking with an open heart. Things I only share with deviantart.
Speaking with an open heart. Things I only share with deviantart.
As an artist life hasn't been easy on me. Too many downfalls and zero wins.
I felt alone and disconnected. Even my family looked strange to me.
I got cheated on by clients and it makes me think do I really want to continue this?
I felt alone and disconnected. Even my family looked strange to me.
I got cheated on by clients and it makes me think do I really want to continue this?
But yeah annoying thing about my heart it doesn't give up that easily.
I was looking in the wrong direction. Instead of being desperate to be helped I need to shine in my own special gift of helping people. I've seen talents in the world that I just admired, or felt inspired by and it was a need to connect with other creatives. That was my deepest wish.
I was looking in the wrong direction. Instead of being desperate to be helped I need to shine in my own special gift of helping people. I've seen talents in the world that I just admired, or felt inspired by and it was a need to connect with other creatives. That was my deepest wish.
I spent all my energy focussing on creating an online magazine for creatives that has a bit of the same interests. It be about photography, drawings, or something else amazing. It's a platform for the world as my personal collections of talent. I wish to invite all of you. To submit your work, your art & your stories to its personal email address: infofashionpush@gmail.com
Everything is possible. Don't let the rules hold you back. if you think it is worth it, you're probably right.
Sometimes your art has an important message, sometimes all is needed is a little bit motivation.
This online magazine has a home at www.fashionpushzine.com
Unseen pictures
https://marleen-zoe.vsco.co
Edited with vsco
Just moments I forgot
I am tired not to be with you.
People love in mysterious ways.
We fought as wildly as we loved.
There was only gasping. Never time enough to breath each other in because
we were already flown away with the wind.
We came back to earth again, so we felt
the mud between our toes and the sinking deeper into the world as we were never grounded.
And I said Hold onto me.
With all the bruises on my knees from crawling with you on the back of my body,
those were the times I realized how heavy you have been.
There we were jumping again. Spinning around by holding hands.
Grass tickled our feet and we were spinning and spinning until I lost the grip of you.
I was always ri
black ribbon.
When my parents divorced I gave up believing that love existed.
At age 17 my body was an hourglass, maginifying the world's anger.
But I found my way back to shore.
But you made me wish that I never met you.
Now I carry the burden around and promised myself to never believe in love ever again.
Freedom.
Sometimes I wonder am I a free person? Are we really free? Because physically we aren’t.
We are obligated to listen to the rules of society. We are restricting ourselves by what other people think of us.
Something human is to feel accepted. And if we’re not accepted by people we care about what does that make us?
Some one else or exactly ourselves? I think it’s an earthly thing to seek fulfillment in material and
we are never entirely free because human ways of thinking can not reach that far.
I like to see freedom as in choices. If we are conscious about our choices and how we handle them we have a chance to be free
© 2015 - 2024 marleendekker
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