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Whatever way you intend to welcome in 2013, I hope you're surrounded by love and that you do it safely!
Wayne White - An Embarrassment of Talents
Digital Dolls from Hollinesskiss
I wanted to share with you some work from a very special group here on dA. #Arts-and-Health is dedicated to providing an outlet of expression for people who live with, have lived with, or know someone who has lived with a serious medical condition. (That, in all likelihood, means YOU, as we all know someone who has suffered.) It could be a physical condition like cancer or diabetes, or it might be a mental health condition. Regardless of your condition, you have a story to tell.
Our members bravely tell their stories through their art. We are about to start monthly challenges in which members tell their story around a particular theme, such as healing, endurance, or darkness. Every month we (as a group) will select the most powerful submission, and that deviant will receive 1,000 dA points. Our next challenge begins December 1, and we will announce the theme on that day.
Everyone is welcome to join #Arts-and-Health.
And now for the feature of our voices, by theme:
The Darkest Hour
Challenging times when living with illness
What it's Like
Stories of what it's like to live with illness
No Way OutThose who do not know me well
Know not what I must endure.
Methinks, therefore, that they should keep
Their opinions to themselves;
For I find it truly exasperating
To hear the thoughtless things they say.
Their misinformed, judgemental words
Ever shock me, shake me, stress me.
I optimistically try to tell myself
That these people "mean well" -
But it's far easier for me to say the words
Than it is to believe them.
You see, some folk like to posit
That I have a choice -
I should not take my medications;
I should use herbs, or prayer instead.
Or worse, they imply (rather rudely)
That it's my fault I'm ill;
Through s
TrustWho wants too walk with me down this long road
Who wants too make this journey thats so very cold
Where hearts are dark with no room for love
Blackened their soul,twisted the raven to look like a dove.
Inner daemons flooding my dreams
making the most normal thing not as it seems
wildly dark daemons penetrating my mind
searching for secrets never for me to find.
The deepest trust given to ones I care for
turn to deceit and lies, friends no more
the cruelest ways and words left me in sorrow
riped out my heart like theres no tomorrow.
Feeling foolish and feeling so hurt
as my heart no more important than dirt
as I said who wants this walk wi
Three people personDEPRESSED DEBBIE: Not to sound depressed or anything, but I don't see the point in socializing like this. Or at all.
NEUTRAL NELLY: I just thought we'd meet and try to work out our differences while having dinner together. We're family after all, and proper meals and exercise is what keeps one in balance.
DEPRESSED DEBBIE: Wow, you're a living cliché!
NEUTRAL NELLY: You're a never ending teenage riot.
DEPRESSED DEBBIE: Adults loose touch with their believes, like you.
NEUTRAL NELLY: You really see me as an adult?
DEPRESSED DEBBIE: Yeah... What, you don't?
NEUTRAL NELLY: Sometimes. Mostly not.
DEPRESSED DEBBIE: That's weird.
NEUTRAL N
Keeping Hope
This is what gets us through it all . . .
Thanks to everyone for sharing your incredible stories with us. Everyone else, won't you join us?
Peace,
Not sure I'd be able to put how I feel about my health issues into artwork so it's something I find especially impressive that they have been able to.